The mentoring of the warriors lasted for an afternoon, and it was not until late evening that they were put back.

On the way to the Great Hall, Harry complained that Ron didn't listen to anyone at all.

After a morning of heated arguments, their relationship has risen from being awkward friends to now close to breaking up.

Ivan looked helpless, and he had no good way to do it, but he could only hope that Ron would be able to calm down for a few days before he could wake up on himself.

After a hasty dinner, Ivan made an excuse to break Harry away, and then took Hermione to the roof of the tower, ready to practice magic.

As he had imagined, it was empty and quiet, and he didn't have to worry about someone coming in and disturbing him when he was casting spells.

"Is there anything I need to do?" Hermione looked a little nervous, crumbling on her hands and feet and not knowing where to put it.

"No, no... Just stand still, stay relaxed, try not to resist, I'm probably not very skilled......," Ivan said soothingly.

Hearing Ivan say this, Hermione became even more flustered, and she looked uneasily from side to side, looking for a way out.

She thought that if Ivan had to do something to herself, then she would immediately run in the direction of the door!

But Ivan's position happened to be facing the door, and his own strength was far inferior to Ivan's, and Hermione thought about it for a while and found that the possibility of breaking away was very small.

Other than that, you can only jump directly from the tower by surprise!

However, this place is very high, I am afraid that it is dozens of meters above the ground, if she can't accurately grasp the time to release the slow fall technique, then she will definitely die!

Thinking of this, Hermione became entangled, whether she would run or not?

Ivan didn't know the strange idea that came to the little witch's mind at all, but took it upon himself to explain.

"The spell I'm going to use on you is called Regent's Mindfulness, which can read your current thoughts or past memories...

If you feel uncomfortable with the spell casting, or if there is something you don't want me to see, resist and I'll stop immediately! ”

was about to cast a spell, and Ivan no longer kept it secret, and told the specific situation.

"Memory?" Hermione's expression was a little strange, and then she realized that she had just wanted to fork, and this was what Ivan meant when she said privacy, and she was ashamed and eager to find a crack in the ground to get into...

"What's wrong?" Ivan was a little surprised by Hermione's reaction.

"It's nothing..."The little witch hurriedly shook her head, seeing that Ivan didn't seem to notice what she was thinking just now, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart.

It was only soon that Hermione thought of the spell that Ivan was about to cast, her face became a little hesitant, and she couldn't help but ask. "What are you doing learning this magic of reading memories?"

"Do you remember that guess yesterday? As you think, I think the Mystic might have infiltrated us and plotted something, just like Chino did back then! Ivan explained half-truthfully.

"So you want to learn how to take the mind and tell who's sent by the mysterious man?" Hermione immediately understood Ivan's purpose, and her original desire to reject Ivan was much lighter.

"Yes, that's right!" Ivan said with a smile, then raised his wand slightly, keeping his eyes in line with Hermione. "Are you ready?"

Hermione took a deep breath and nodded.

She had read some instructions on this magic in a book, and she thought that she would just need to think back to her childhood.

"Then I'm coming!" Ivan waved his wand at Hermione and whispered. "Legilimency~"

Ivan's fluttering voice seemed to have some kind of magic, and Hermione's brain became a little foggy, and her eyes kept eye on Ivan, and memories flooded back like a tide.

At the same time, Ivan also felt as if his thoughts had been sucked into the little witch's body, and fragmented memories appeared in front of his eyes.

The first thing that catches your eye is a small and cosy room with pink curtains and beds, surrounded by all kinds of plush dolls and toys.

And what attracted Ivan's attention the most was Hermione lying on the bed covered with a quilt, or Hermione when she was a child.

She looked to be only about eight or nine years old, with very bright brown eyes, and was listening to Madame Granger reading a Muggle fairy tale next to her.

When Mrs. Granger talked about the princess and was persecuted by her stepmother and imprisoned in the small dark room, little Hermione had a worried and frightened look on her face, and her hands tightly pinched the corners of the quilt, curling up into the quilt as much as possible.

Ivan couldn't help but laugh, in the eyes of him, Hermione's appearance at this time was simply cute!

However, as a bystander, Ivan acted as if nothing was there, and Madame Granger still told the story of the book in a soft voice.

In the end, a kind old witch casts a spell to save the princess from the little dark house, and the escaped princess meets the prince of a neighboring country, and the two live happily ever after.

"Mom... Is there really magic in this world? Little Hermione asked curiously and enviously.

Mrs. Granger smiled and teased Hermione's magic in the world, but everyone was a wizard.

Little Hermione may have really believed it, so she also recited the spell like the wizard in the story, looking very serious.

Mrs. Granger covered her mouth and smiled.

But when little Hermione finished the spell, where her finger pointed, some stuffed dolls, cups, teapots and other small objects seemed to be guided by something, and suddenly they were thrown into the air, smashed uncontrollably to the ceiling, and scattered to the ground.

One of the teapots nearly hit Madame Granger's head.

Little Hermione was directly stunned, and Mrs. Granger's eyes were wide and frightened, but she still hugged Hermione to comfort her for the first time, and Mr. Granger quickly broke in from the outside......

"Is it the little wizard's magic explosion?" Ivan muttered to himself, no wonder Hermione could always remember, it was impressive.

This memory came to an abrupt end, and the memories after that were all very brief fragments, all of which were things in life that made Hermin very happy or very sad.

Ivan and Hermione reviewed these memories together, sharing her joys and sorrows, and it was a wonderful feeling, as if she was slowly watching Hermione grow up, experiencing the most subtle joys, sorrows, and sorrows in her heart.

Until the day she remembered being eleven years old, Hermione received an admission notice from Hogwarts......

Ivan was refreshed, intrigued, he knew that Hermione would meet him soon, so he was a little curious about what it would be like to see himself from a different perspective......