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

The palm fits snugly.

"When you meditate, you will feel a breeze blowing past you, don't resist it, follow it, remember it, and hold on to it."

Melda said softly.

He intended to use his own magic to guide Hermione, because when someone else's magic from the outside world entered his body, his body would naturally resist.

This rejection will instinctively stimulate the activation of the magic in one's body.

However, this method is not easily used by mages. The first is that the magic itself is easy to extinguish. If there is a large-scale magic annihilation in the other person's body, it is undoubtedly suicide.

In addition, strong rejection may also cause disorders and inflammation of the body. Eventually, it may lead to organ failure, especially acute kidney failure.

Eventual death is also inevitable.

To sum up, Melda did not intend to use this method in the first place.

But...

He knew that according to Hermione's strong personality, if she couldn't learn this skill, she probably wouldn't have a good time all summer vacation.

Besides, with the memory of Estes's research, 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 tremble slightly open." Melda whispered.

"Follow me."

"Hmm!"

Needless to say, Melda knew Hermione understood what he meant. Then slowly close your eyes.

Gently stick out the tip of your tongue, open your lips slightly, and sing softly in your mouth.

A simple tranquilizer unfolds in the wind.

Clasped Hermione's hands and felt her pulse. From extremely fast to normal. From her tight face to gradual relaxation.

At this point, there seemed to be a hint of sweetness in the air.

The world has become so quiet.

Melda could even hear Hermione's breathing clearly, so evenly, steadily.

The two magical forces intertwined in her body, like a dance, and every time they landed, Hermione remembered them deeply.

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 regains its strength.

There is longing for giving and happiness.

Gentle and beautiful.

The meditation officially begins...

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Race.

Oh! Also forgot about the game.

The early summer breeze was easy and comfortable, but that didn't change the fact that Gryffindor had lost.

And this time it was even more of a failure.

Gryffindor finally finished the race in third place.

The winner was a fourth year led by a young Ravenclaw prefect.

Clever matches, flexible combat skills.

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

After the whole game, it was naturally Professor McGonagall who was the most uncomfortable.

The competition is in the fourth grade.

With the exception of Gryffindor, all the other houses have won.

How does this make the strong Professor McGonagall calm? For the first time since winning this year's Quidditch Cup, Professor McGonagall didn't give Wood much of a good look.

Under her square glasses, she couldn't help but show a look of disappointment.

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

After this scene, Wood seemed to have regressed to before winning the Quidditch championship, and he couldn't stop crying with tears on his face.

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

This scene had a huge impact on Harley. She never imagined that someone as strong as Wood would be so sad and weeping in public.

In this way, the young wizards returned to the dilapidated classroom with a dejected expression.

They began to practice spells spontaneously.

Hallie followed the crowd back into the classroom.

She and Ron happened to bump into Melda, who was teaching Hermione the Olympiad Flying Stars.

Suddenly, a sense of shame welled up in my heart.

Gryffindor's fiasco, Wood's tears on the playing field, Professor McGonagall's disappointed eyes.

At a young age, he was ignorant and subconsciously took on something called responsibility.

Even Neville began to train hard. All of a sudden, the young wizards seemed to have grown up.

"Hallie."

"Melda..."

"Don't be sad." Walking into Hallie's side, she saw a string of tears quietly appearing on her face.

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

"Year 1 will outperform everyone by a big score and win the game."

"Yes, Hallie. We're going to win. Remember last year, no one would have thought that Gryffindor would win the Quidditch Cup. ”

"But we won in the end. This time it will be. Ron also noticed the mark on Harry's cheek and quickly opened his mouth to encourage him.

"Gryffindor will win." Neville, who had been practicing his staff gesture vigorously, suddenly shouted loudly.

"Gryffindor !!"

"Gryffindor !!"

"Gryffindor !!"

The morale of the little wizards was soaring, and there was a burning light in their eyes. The speed at which you learn spells seems to have gotten a lot faster.

For a moment, the empty professor was filled with the sound of "Obstacle Spell" casting.

Everyone was holding back a fire.

Harley, on the other hand, was even more attentive, and it took her almost half an hour to fully grasp the meaning of meditation.

Then, in Melda's surprised eyes, he groped for the skills of the Olympiad Flying Star at an extraordinary speed. She was even faster than Hermione.

Why?

Melda was a little confused, he didn't mean that Hermione's talent was necessarily lower than Harley's.

He wondered if Harley was still immature in the morning, but now she could learn the magic so quickly.

Only what is influencing her. Or what accelerates the speed of Hallie's learning?

Is that just because of more concentration?

Engrossed?

Engrossed?!

For a moment, it was like a meteor in the dark night.

Melda finally figured out why his previous research on magic had 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.

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

But it was only at this moment that he realized that unlike other worlds, the world of Harry Potter, the magic itself was highly integrated with the spirit.

For example, if you really want to kill that person in your heart, that great malice is the key to unleashing the spell.

That's why his previous experiments failed.

But a new problem has arisen.

So how can he purify his magic?