"If you're ready, we can get started now!" Ivan threw the sack in his hand into the distance.

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

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

Harry looked nervously, wand in hand, thinking over and over the spell he had practiced last night, feeling that this time he would be able to overcome his fears.

The next moment, a chill permeated the bag.

In the closed classroom, the oil lamp flickered a few times before falling silent, and the black mist gradually spread, and a cold, dead feeling gradually came to Harry's heart.

A withered, crusted palm cupped the edge of the sack, the opening widened, and a dried corpse in a tattered cloak floated out, suspended in the air.

Faintly, Harry could still see the rotten, hole-open head under the cloak, and countless unsightly substances being sucked into the strange mouth.

Harry held his wand high and his wrist trembled slightly, he thought he was ready for anything, but it wasn't until he confronted the Dementors that he realized how terrifying this monster was...

With a strange howl, the cape-clad corpse had already scurried in front of Harry, and the strange and terrifying face was close at hand, and a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow enveloped his body.

At the critical moment, the spell that had been practiced countless times came to Harry's mind, and with almost no hesitation, Harry subconsciously raised his hand.

"Divine Guard!"

A silvery-white mist burst out from the tip of the wand and collided with the swooping Dementors, two opposing forces constantly clashing in the small space.

The silvery mist acted like a shield, protecting Harry from the Dementors.

However, since he was using the Patronus Charm for the first time, the defenses constructed by the fog seemed too weak to repel a Dementor.

Instead, the power of the Dementors continued to affect Harry's mind through the mist, and the white mist became thinner and thinner, and the withered, rotting hand had even pierced through the mist and reached in front of him...

Harry tried to think about the happy things, but his mind was a mess, he couldn't think of anything, as if there was nothing to be happy about in life, only pain.

In a trance, Harry heard the desperate wail in his ear again, and the scene kept flashing in his mind, this time it was a man's voice...

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Come on! Come on! I'm going to hold him back—"

Vaguely, Harry seemed to see a man stumbling out of the room.... Another figure with an unclear face followed, laughing maniacally, a green light flashing in front of his eyes...

Harry felt as if his brain was about to explode, and the power of the Patronus Charm had been weakened to the extreme. The Dementors had approached Harry, their palms grabbing his neck, the hood on his head had been removed at some point...

Harry's vision had become blurry, his brain was groggy, the fear of death was hanging over him, and just as Harry couldn't hold on and was about to interrupt the magic, the Dementors' movements suddenly stopped...

The horrible rotting creature jerked its head to look around the corner, and if it wasn't an illusion, Harry actually felt panic in the Dementors...

In fact, Harry was not mistaken, the Dementors had a keen sense to spot Ivan with his wand raised in the corner a moment before he could do it.

Noticing Ivan's blonde hair, diminutive stature, and Gryffindor robes, the Dementors howled in terror.

Even the "food" that was close to the end of the day was left behind, and he suddenly withdrew the palm that was holding Harry's neck, and then fled in the opposite direction to Ivan with a whoosh...

Harry sat limply on the floor, gasping for air, the black monster scurrying around the classroom in a blurred vision.

After flying around, the Dementors found that the abandoned classroom was closed, all the windows were closed, and the only exit was still on Ivan's side.

Because there was a powerful force there that could isolate the inside and outside, the Dementors simply shrank into the sack and couldn't come out.

"It's... What the hell is going on here? I haven't done it yet..."Ivan was confused, he was just about to wave his wand and release the Patronus Charm to save Harry, but in the blink of an eye, he saw the Dementor himself burrow back into the sack.

Is it so self-conscious?

Ivan's face was very strange, and it was not until he remembered the legendary title of the enemy of the Dementors that he was somewhat enlightened.

But am I so scary?

Ivan pursed his lips, he couldn't quite understand the excesses of the Dementors, he was clearly a very kind person, and he was 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, like a dead fish, and he didn't move, if it weren't for his eyes wide open, Ivan would have thought he had fainted.

"Harry... Harry, are you alright? Ivan stepped forward quickly, helped Harry to his feet, and asked in a worried voice.

"What just happened? I hear someone calling my name... That person... Voldemort... The Dark Lord, he used the Killing Curse on me—" Harry didn't come back to his senses for a moment, scribbling about what he had just seen.

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

"The power of the Dementors reminds you of the most painful memories buried deep in your mind..."

Speaking of which, Ivan also regretted a little, it was indeed inappropriate to directly use Dementors to assist in practice, although Harry did not pass out directly like the original time and space, but it seemed that he was more stimulated!

It took Harry a moment to come to his senses and realize that there was no Voldemort or his parents here, and that it was all in the past.

"I'm sorry... I was just... It's just—" Harry tried to explain, but stammered at the sound of what to say, so he sighed, looked around instead, and asked aloud.

"Ivan... What about the Dementors? ”

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