Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

After breakfast, Gryffindor lounge.

Harry looked a little depressed, and Hermione frowned, worried: "What's wrong with Harry?"

Ivan glanced at Harry: "It's nothing, it's just that the daydream was broken. It will be fine in two days."

"What's going on?" Hermione asked.

Alvin shrugged and told her what happened in the morning.

"Wait, so Harry went out for a night out last night, right?" Hermione frowned.

"Your focus is so strange..." Alvin smiled. Shouldn't normal people focus on that mirror?

"But you are right, that mirror is dangerous." Hermione said, and then she thought about it and was a little curious, what would Ivan see in the mirror?

What about yourself?What will you see?

Before Hermione could continue thinking, she saw Alvin standing up and walking to Harry and Ron who were playing chess.

"You two, pack up and follow me." Ivan tilted his head slightly: "And Hermione, come too."

"Where are you going?" Harry and Ron hurriedly put on their cloaks.

"Just follow me." Ai Wen waved his hand coolly.

The four of them left the lounge and came to the corridor. Alvin, who realized something was wrong, slowly stopped and turned to look at Hermione: "Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom."

Hermione rolled her eyes angrily and strode forward to lead the way.

Soon, several people arrived at the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom.

There were two neat rows of long tables in the spacious classroom. With a wave of Alvin's wand, those long tables automatically flew to both sides of the classroom and were lined up.

Then he turned around and glanced at the three people's faces, making the three of them nervous.

"I have a deal with Dumbledore." Ivan said lightly: "Dumbledore hopes that I can teach you Aslant's magic."

When the three of them heard this, a trace of enthusiasm suddenly flashed in their eyes.

Aslant's magic!

Ivan's power is obvious to everyone in Hogwarts, and Harry and Ron also yearn for Ivan's powerful battle magic.

The reason why Hermione's heart is moved is because of pure curiosity.

"But what's the price?" Hermione was relatively calm: "What did Dumbledore make a deal with you for?"

"Well... this is not something you should worry about." Ivan shrugged: "Anyway, after this period of observation, although you are still immature in one way or another... I think it is almost time..."

Ivan said, looking at the three of them: "So what do you mean? Are you willing to learn Aslant's magic from me?"

"I do!" Harry said without hesitation.

"Me too!" Ron said quickly.

Hermione glanced at Alvin and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Of course I am willing."

"Very good." Ivan nodded: "Then starting today, I will start teaching you Aslant's magic. Be mentally prepared. Practice is very hard."

As he spoke, Alvin flicked his wand, and the blackboard beside the podium flew to his side. Alvin's wand shook slightly and wrote a word on the blackboard: magic.

"Magic power is the foundation of a magician!"

Following Alvin's words, a human outline pattern appeared on the blackboard, and a circle representing magic appeared on the abdomen in the middle of the pattern.

"This kind of power exists in every magician's body. Some people have more and some have less. And the amount of this power will directly affect the strength of the magician." Ivan said.

"Generally speaking, a magician's strength depends on his total magic power. In Aslant, in most cases, a magician's battle is a magic battle."

"Of course, this situation is not absolute." Ivan said, and another word appeared on the blackboard: "Control."

"When the total amount of magic power on both sides is equal, and without the help of external factors, the person who has a higher degree of control over magic power and more precise magic control will inevitably win a crushing victory."

"That is to say, the same magic power, the same magic, may have huge differences in power when used by different people. In other words, tempering magic power and controlling magic power are the foundation for Aslant's magic to become stronger. "

With that said, Alvin raised his fingers at Harry: "Cast a spell on me."

Without saying a word, Harry took out his wand and said, "Grin and hula!"

laugh--

A ray of red light rushed toward Ivan, and Ivan slapped him away with his hand. Harry and the other three were stunned.

"This is a way to use magic power." Ivan waved his hand: "Covering magic power on the body can resist, reduce, and even become immune to the enemy's magic damage. And your main learning goal is this."

"Of course, before that, the first thing you have to learn is magic control." Ivan said, and a word appeared on the blackboard again: "Meditation."

"The magician has magic elements in his body. This element is called magic power. The magic in the air is called magic element. As a world that breeds magic, you will naturally have magic element in the air. It exists, although it is a bit thin..."

"If you want to learn to control magic, you must use meditation to relax your body, empty your mind, absorb the magic in the air, communicate with the magic in your body, and then understand and control it!"

"This place is nice, spacious and quiet. At least until school starts, no one will disturb you." Ivan conjured up three cushions: "Come on, just like I said, start meditating."

"Should we sit cross-legged?" Harry thought of Master Asan whom he had seen on TV.

"It doesn't matter what position you use. It doesn't matter if you squat." Ivan spread his hands gently: "But most people usually sit and meditate, and a few stand."

"How long will it take for us to start controlling magic?" Harry asked.

"It depends on you." Ivan thought for a while: "I originally gave it half an hour, but even if the talent is worse, a week should be about the same..."

Harry believed it.

Then the mood collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, on the last day of Christmas vacation, Alvin was eating breakfast and saw Harry and the three of them looking listless.

"I'm sorry, Alvin, maybe I really don't have any talent..." Harry was a little frustrated: "I can barely feel the magic you mentioned, but I can't communicate at all."

"Me too..." Hermione shook her lips, her face turned red, and her self-confidence was greatly affected.

Whether in Muggle primary school or Hogwarts, she will always be No. 1, even Alvin's grades are not as good as hers.

However, now, a week is about to pass, and she is not even as good as the lowest talent mentioned by Alvin.

Ron was even more embarrassed on the spot: "As for me, I'm about to feel the magic. Yes, that's right, I already feel it a little bit..."

"Oh..." Ivan chewed a piece of bacon in his mouth: "I forgot to mention before that Aslant's magic power is many times more powerful than this world. It's normal for your progress to be slow. It takes a few days to sense the magic power. Not bad, I thought it would take you about half a month at the earliest."

Harry: "..."

Hermione: "..."

Ron: "..."

"Isn't there any faster way?" Harry was a little impatient. He could no longer stand this boring practice.

"Yeah - yes." Ivan swallowed the food in his mouth and raised his eyelids: "But it might be a little unbearable..."

"I can bear it," Harry vowed.

"Really?" Ivan's mouth curled up: "Okay then..."

boom--

The next moment, black magic spewed out of Aiwen's body like a hurricane, whistling and hovering around Aiwen's body. The robe on his body automatically moved without wind, and his silver hair was flying.

In Harry's field of vision, Ivan was sitting opposite him. He was clearly a demon king exuding a terrifying aura!

Then, a terrifying pressure suddenly fell on Harry across the table.

click!

There was a crisp sound, and the bench beneath him collapsed.

Harry screamed and was overwhelmed by the overwhelming magic. He even heard his bones creaking, and his body was completely suffocated under the suppression of this magic!

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed at the side. He wanted to get closer but was thrown away by the violent magic.

Then, Su——

The surging magic power disappeared out of thin air.

"Ha-" Harry gasped suddenly, his face covered with cold sweat, and he lay on the ground gasping for air.

Ivan raised his eyebrows: "How about magic suppression? Do you feel anything?"

Harry swallowed: "It feels better to be down to earth..."

Alvin was very satisfied with this answer.