The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 74 follow me

Before Hermione could continue speaking, Melda quickly reached out and held her helpless hands tightly.

Palm fit.

"When you meditate, you will feel a slight breeze blowing by you. Don't resist the wind, follow it, remember it, and hold on to it."

Melda said softly.

He intends to use his own magic power to guide Hermione, because when the magic power from the outside and belonging to others enters the body, the body will naturally resist.

This kind of repulsion will instinctively stimulate the activation of magic power in one's own body.

However, mages would not easily use this method.First of all, magic power itself is easy to annihilate.If a large-scale loss of magic power occurs in the opponent's body, it is undoubtedly suicide.

Moreover, strong rejection may also cause disorder and inflammation of body functions.Ultimately it may lead to organ failure, especially acute renal failure.

Ultimate death is also inevitable.

In summary, Melda originally did not intend to use this method.

but
He knew that according to Hermione's strong personality, if she couldn't learn this skill, she might not have a good time during the whole summer vacation.

Besides, with Estes' research memory, he is extremely confident.

With such a small guide, he didn't think there would be any accidents.

"It's like the wind blowing through the skin, and the pores are slightly opened and trembling." Melda said softly.

"Follow me."

"Ok!"

Needless to say, Melda knew that Hermione understood him.Then slowly close your eyes.

With the tip of her tongue out, her lips parted slightly, she chanted softly.

A simple calming spell was cast in the wind.

He squeezed Hermione's hand tightly, feeling for her pulse.From extremely fast to normal.From her tense face gradually became relaxed.

At this moment, there seemed to be a touch of sweetness in the air.

The world has become so quiet.

Melda could even hear Hermione's breathing clearly, so even and steady.

The two magic powers entwined in her body, like a dance, and Hermione deeply remembered every time it landed.

Like an elegant waltz, light and powerful with silent music.

The light is bright but not dazzling, and the wind sweeps the mountains and forests and withdraws its strength.

Longing with giving and happiness.

Gentle and beautiful.

Meditation officially begins.
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game.

oh!Also forgot about the game.

The wind in early summer was relaxed and comfortable, but this did not change the fact that Gryffindor had lost.

And this time it seemed even more of a failure.

Gryffindor finally ended the game as No.3.

The winners were the fourth years led by the young Ravenclaw prefects.

Sophisticated game, flexible fighting skills.

Obviously, Professor Flitwick, who is a dueling master of the generation, has been training the students of his academy with all his heart these days.

Naturally, Professor McGonagall felt the most uncomfortable after the whole game.

The competition has reached the fourth grade.

Except for Gryffindor, all other houses have won.

How can the strong Professor McGonagall calm down?For the first time after winning this year's Quidditch Cup, Professor McGonagall didn't give Wood a good face.

Under her square glasses, however, she couldn't restrain her disappointment.

In the end, the professor didn't criticize anything, she just turned pale.After taking a deep look at the Ravenclaw teachers and students who were celebrating, they returned to the castle without looking back.

After this scene, Wood seemed to have retreated to before he won the Quidditch championship. He was crying and tears could not stop.

He pushed away all the companions who wanted to help, and finally returned to the dormitory alone.

This scene had a great impact on Harry.She never thought that a strong person like Wood would be so sad and cry in public.

Just like that, a group of young wizards returned to the dilapidated classroom with a disappointed expression.

They spontaneously began to practice the spell.

Harry also followed the crowd back to the classroom.

She and Ron happened to run into Melda who was teaching Hermione the Mathematical Flying Stars.

Suddenly a sense of shame welled up in my heart.

Gryffindor's fiasco, Wood burst into tears, Professor McGonagall looked disappointed.

At a young age, he subconsciously took on something called responsibility ignorantly.

Even Neville started training hard.For a while the young wizards seemed to grow up.

"Harry."

"Melda"

"Don't be sad." Walking beside Harry, only a string of tears quietly appeared on her face.

Melda subconsciously reached out and wiped the marks on her cheeks, and said softly: "Trust me, we will win."

"The first grade will surpass everyone by a big score and win the game."

"Yes, Harry. We're going to win. Remember last year, when no one thought Gryffindor would win the Quidditch Cup."

"But we won in the end. We will definitely do it this time." Ron also noticed the mark on Harry's cheek, and quickly encouraged him.

"Gryffindor will definitely win." Neville, who was practicing the gesture of swinging his stick hard, suddenly shouted loudly.

"Gryffindor!!!"

"Gryffindor!!!"

"Gryffindor!!!"

The young wizards, whose morale was soaring, had scorching light in their eyes.The speed of learning spells seems to be much faster.

For a moment, the empty professor was filled with the sound of "obstacle spell" casting.

Everyone was simmering in a fire.

On the other hand, Hari was even more attentive. It took her almost half an hour to fully grasp the profound meaning of meditation.

Then, under Melda's surprised eyes, he groped for the skill of Olympiad Flying Star with extraordinary speed.She even learned faster than Hermione.

why?
Melda was a little puzzled, he didn't mean that Hermione's talent was definitely lower than Harry's.

What puzzled him was that Harley looked immature in the morning, but now she can quickly learn this magic.

Only what is affecting her.Or what accelerated Harry's learning speed?

Is that just because of being more focused?

concentrate?

concentrate? !
For a moment, it was like a shooting star passing by in the dark night.

Melda finally figured out why his previous studies on magic always failed.

There's nothing wrong with that formula, that beautiful and concise formula.

As for the variable he had been looking for, he finally knew what it was at this moment.

Both Eden and Estes gave Melda the illusion that the magic power of the two worlds should be similar.

But only now did he realize that, unlike other worlds, Harry Potter's world, magic power itself is highly integrated with spirit.

Just like the Death Curse, only when you really want to kill that person in your heart, that great malice is the key to release this curse.

That's why his previous experiments failed.

But new problems appeared again.

So how should he purify his magic power?
(End of this chapter)