Chapter 414: Dementor: Golden Retriever... dwarf... wizard... slip...

"If you are ready, we can start now!" Ivan threw the sack in his hand far away.

Listening to Ivan's words, the smile on Harry's face stopped, and instead he nodded solemnly.

Ivan stepped back a few steps, stood in an inconspicuous corner, then waved his magic wand, and the rope that bound the sack was automatically untied.

Harry looked there nervously, holding his wand in his hand, thinking about the spell he practiced last night over and over again, thinking that this time he would be able to overcome the fear in his heart.

The next moment, a chill came out of the bag.

In the closed classroom, the oil lamp flickered for a few times and then it fell silent. The black mist gradually spread, and the feeling of coldness and silence gradually came to Harry's heart.

A withered, crusted palm touched the edge of the sack, the opening gradually expanded, and a corpse in a broken cloak floated out, floating in the air.

Faintly Harry could still see the rotten head with a big hole under the cloak, and countless invisible substances were continuously being sucked into that weird mouth.

Harry held his wand high and his wrist was shaking slightly. He thought he was fully prepared, but he waited to face the dementor before he understood how terrifying this monster was...

Accompanied by a strange howl, the cloaked mummy had rushed to Harry, the strange and terrifying face close at hand, a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow enveloped him.

At the critical juncture, the spells that had been practiced countless times appeared in Harry's mind, and Harry raised his hand subconsciously without any hesitation.

"Call God to guard!"

A cloud of silvery white mist burst out from the top of the wand and collided with the swooping Dementor. The two opposing forces continued to confront each other in this small space.

The silver-white mist was like a shield, protecting Harry from dementors.

"This...what the **** is this? I haven't done it yet..." Ivan was confused, he was just about to wave his wand to release the patron saint curse to save Harry, but he didn't expect to see the contemplation in a blink of an eye. Blame yourself for getting back into the sack.

Is it so conscious?

Ivan's face was very strange, until he remembered the legendary title of Enemy of the Dementors, he was somewhat comprehensive.

But am I so scary?

Ivan curled his lips, and couldn't understand the excessive behavior of those dementors. He was clearly a very kind person and not an evil wizard...

When Ivan was silently complaining in his heart, Harry, who was standing in the center, suddenly fell straight to the ground, motionless like a dead fish. Ivan would have thought he had fainted if he hadn't had his eyes wide open.

"Harry... Harry, are you okay?" Ivan walked forward quickly, helped Harry up, and asked a little worriedly.

"What happened just now? I heard someone calling my name... That person... Voldemort... The Dark Lord He used a Killing Curse on me..." Harry I haven't recovered for a while, talking nonsense about everything I saw just now.

"That's your memory, Harry!" Ivan interrupted Harry's words, then emphasized.

"The power of the dementor reminds you of the most painful memory buried in your mind..."

Speaking of this, Ivan also regretted it. It was indeed a bit inappropriate to directly use the Dementor to assist in the practice. Although Harry did not pass into a coma like the original space-time, he seemed to be more stimulated!

It took Harry a while before he came back to his senses, trying to understand that there was no Voldemort or his parents here. Those were all things in the past.

"Sorry... I just... just..." Harry wanted to explain, but he stammered and didn't know what to say, so he finally sighed, turned to look around, and said aloud Asked.

"Ivan... where is that dementor?"

"No~ it's in that bag!" Ivan pointed to the sack and replied.