Neville Lumbottom, a particularly forgetful and mediocre child.

As a child, witnessing the tragic experience of his parents being tortured by the Death Eaters led him to develop a timid and self-contained character.

Because he always makes mistakes, he is often the object of ridicule by other second-year wizards.

Although he was a little sluggish, he was strong and resilient at heart, and this became more and more evident as he grew older.

Just like now, when other little wizards are meditating with peaceful expressions.

Neville closed his eyes tightly, his features twisted together, chubby and red, trying his best to imagine what the arcane particles should look like.

Unfortunately, this thing was not conceived.

The mage saw that he was struggling so hard, so he was ready to help him a little.

As soon as the mind moved, a cloud of arcane particles was gathered, and then it was thrown into Neville's spiritual realm.

In Neville's view, there was endless darkness in front of him, and suddenly, a tiny starlight lit up.

Then came the second, third, fourth......

After a while, there was a sea of stars in his field of vision, and more and more points of light surrounded him.

"I saw it! I see it! ”

"Many, many stars, right in the classroom!!"

Neville shouted excitedly, announcing his achievements to the world, but he didn't open his eyes the whole time, but closed them tighter and tighter.

It seems that he is afraid that these brilliant points of light will leave him.

"Silence, Neville!" The mage walked up to him and said in a cold voice, "No noise in the classroom, don't disturb the other students. ”

"Well... Okay, Professor. Neville shuddered and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

At the same time, I kept complaining about myself in my heart, and I made a fool of myself in front of my classmates.

But in the next second, a warm big hand was placed on his shoulder, which made the little wizard feel extremely relieved in an instant.

At the same time, the professor's not-so-gentle voice sounded in his head: "Don't think nonsense, feel with your heart." ”

Under the guidance of the voice, Neville immediately calmed down, free of distractions, and felt the arcane particles around him without distractions.

During the meditation process, what made him feel most strange was that the shoulder on which he and the professor were in contact seemed to have a lot of particles.

After a few shouts from Neville, the rest of the young wizards couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis, so they tried harder to sense the existence of arcane particles.

A strong competitive spirit that does not allow them to be compared to someone of Neville's level.

Among them, Malfoy, as the strongest pure-blood family and the only heir in the future, must be the best among his peers.

But no matter how hard he tried, it was still pitch black in front of him, and although he could feel the presence of particles slightly, it was hazy and not real, and it seemed to be almost a kick in the door.

Just as Malfoy was sweating profusely, a voice rang out in the classroom.

"Professor Ryze, I saw it too!"

It was Harry Potter's voice, Malfoy was so familiar that he could remember it for the rest of his life.

In the next second, another crisp and immature female voice came into his ears:

"Professor, I've sensed what you call the arcane particles, too."

"Damn mudbloods!" The angry blonde wizard kept cursing in his heart.

"You've done a great job, add another 10 points to Gryffindor!" The mage said happily.

This sentence completely pierced Malfoy's heart, and he instantly felt anger in his heart, his blood and qi surged, and his mind was in chaos.

But it was this breath that helped him pierce the last layer of window paper and see a whole new world.

Brilliant and colorful, huge and majestic arcane world.

"Professor, Professor, I sensed it too!" He shouted excitedly.

I thought I would be praised, but it turned out to be a scolding from the mage.

"Shut up Malfoy! You're disturbing the rest of your classmates! ”

The stern tone made the blonde little wizard's state immediately languish, and he even wanted to open his eyes for a while.

Unbeknownst to him, the mage came to him and said, "Well done, add five points to Slytherin!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the decadent Malfoy immediately came to life, and waited with great interest for the mage's next instructions.

Soon, other young wizards also felt the arcane particles, and even those who really couldn't find a way to successfully stepped into the door of the arcane with the secret help of the mage.

It's not that these young wizards aren't smart enough to go to Hogwarts to study proves that they are gifted enough to practice arcane.

It's just that some people are naturally highly savvy, while others need to spend a little more time.

However, these latecomers may not be able to overtake in corners and step in the footsteps of these pioneers after encountering some kind of opportunity.

Whether it is the old mage Ruiz or the sick son Lu Wu, they all adhere to the principle of equal treatment.

I won't look the other way because a little wizard is talented, and I won't ignore it because of my poor talent.

There is no class to teach, and students are taught according to their aptitude.

After all, the dean's mother back then, even though she expected that Lu Wu would not live long, still took him in, and Ruiz knew that Keegan Nuohe was a barbarian, so she was willing to take him as an apprentice.

The only regret is that Keegan failed to resist the temptation of the runes in the end and became the vengeful flame soul Brad, as for Lu Wu......

"Alright, children, don't open your eyes yet, and listen to me carefully."

"What you have to do now is gather the arcane particles around you and form them into a ball, which can also be a block, of course."

"You can slow down, but you can't rush."

"Then throw it out hard, in any direction, and I'll catch it for you."

The mage's calm voice clearly reached the ears of every little wizard.

Then, they began to follow the instructions and try to establish communication with the ubiquitous and numerous arcane particles around them.

But these particles are like a bunch of mischievous elves, always jumping around in their hands, not restrained at all.

When he saw the helpless little wizards, eager to gather the particles together, the mage couldn't help but smile.

Then he said to them, "I now want each of you to take a breath and remember not to spit it out." ”

The little wizard with his eyes closed was puzzled, but with his trust in the professor, he did so.

Take a big breath into your lungs and wait quietly for the next command.

"The air you breathe in is not created in your body." The mage returned to the podium and continued, "You suck the air in and let it keep you alive. ”

"When you exhale, you release it again."

"The air never belongs to you, you are just a passage for the air to flow."

At this time, the little wizards who were already already in the country began to hold back and wanted to spit out the air.

The mage saw what they were thinking, so he stopped, "No, keep holding back." ”

"No, it's not enough, children, feel the air in your lungs, feel it break through the cage of your body, feel its desire to escape."