Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

"Of course!"

Before Ryan finished speaking, Harry nodded immediately.

"I have time...anytime!"

So Ryan nodded.

"Well then—get ready, Harry... the time is tomorrow afternoon at three."

"But you need to be prepared—the experiment might be a little painful."

he said seriously.

After hearing this, Harry was also stunned.

After hearing this, Ron and Hermione couldn't help but say, "Pain? Ryan, you want to..."

But before they could finish their words, Harry interrupted them.

"It's ok."

"Whatever the pain, I can endure it."

He looked at Ryan, his tone extremely firm.

But soon...

Harry found out that he was wrong.

The next day at three o'clock in the afternoon, in the Potions Office.

"Elias, I'm afraid we'd better cancel the experiment—Mr. Pote doesn't look prepared at all!"

Snape looked at Harry coldly, spitting venom from his mouth.

"I guess you didn't get any rest last night. Was it because Weasley's snoring was too loud? Or maybe you were imitating your father's stupid schedule... Do you feel happy to be idle during the day and causing trouble at night?"

Then Harry found out that he was wrong.

He felt that he could endure any pain, but Snape's venomous tongue was obviously beyond his endurance.

The drawn-out, malicious words stirred the anger in Harry's heart.

But what made Harry even more unacceptable was that although he was extremely angry at the moment, he could not refute the other party.

Because he really didn't rest last night - he was too excited and too looking forward to seeing the hope of resurrecting his mother!

And the most terrifying thing was that in addition to being angry, he was surprised to find that he could actually understand Snape's indifference and anger at the moment.

The Potions Professor's anger was because of his mother - when it came to resurrecting Lily, he wanted everything to be perfect and he wouldn't allow any mistakes.

This left Harry even more speechless.

"Well, Professor...it's just a small matter—and perhaps the fatigue of a sleepless night will help us observe souls."

Ryan was playing the role of peacemaker at this time.

In fact, he was quite speechless at the moment - Snape and Harry's tit-for-tat seemed to be instinct.

Even they all knew that it was best to stay at peace with each other.

But when they really meet, they will still quarrel unconsciously.

"Humph!"

After hearing Ryan's words, Snape snorted coldly.

But he did not refute Ryan's words. Instead, he put on his black wizard robe and waved the wand in his hand gracefully.

Then, a large black wooden box appeared out of nowhere in front of the three people.

At the same time, Ryan looked at Harry.

"Like I said, this is going to be a little painful... Are you ready?"

After hearing his words, Harry nodded solemnly.

Then...

"Buzz!"

Harry saw Ryan gently extend his hand.

Then, the dark box opened silently.

And from the box.

Ominous things began to slowly emerge.

The thing looked like a piece of rag, but it was twisting constantly as if it were a living thing.

Harry could see its shrunken, hideous form, extending from beneath the tattered cloak.

As it appeared, Harry sensed a sense of unease and coldness bursting out from deep within his heart.

That was not an illusion - in fact, at this moment, the ground of the entire Potions Office was slowly covered with a thick layer of fog.

"What is that...?"

So, Harry asked almost instinctively.

"Dementors, Harry—they are the embodiment of despair, pathetic beings."

Ryan whispered, "Feel it, don't fight it... I'll keep you safe."

"Um..."

Harry nodded. "I believe you, Ryan."

The words fell.

The dark and twisted Dementor flew towards Harry.

The next moment, Harry felt his eyes being covered by the dark rag cloak.

He felt a cold, indescribable emotion emerging from the depths of his soul.

Countless memories began to emerge in his mind.

He recalled the time when, as a child, Uncle Vernon had asked him to weed the lawn of the house—he had been scratched by a thorn and had bled profusely.

"Get up, boy—you haven't finished your work yet. It looks like you don't want to eat today?"

He seemed to hear his Uncle Vernon say this.

He recalled his cousin Dudley's taunts towards him, and he recalled the smell of dust in the cubicle under the stairs every night.

"You should live here, Harry!"

He seemed to hear Dudley say this.

Then, stronger emotions began to take hold.

More images appeared in the depths of his soul.

He saw that he had been expelled from Hogwarts, and that both Ron and Hermione had stayed away from him.

He saw Dumbledore looking at him with disappointment, and Ryan also treated him coldly.

He saw his wand broken, he saw him lose his magic, he saw him living on the streets.

He even saw his dead parents, the laughing Voldemort, and the gloomy Peter Pettigrew.

Unspeakable despair began to invade his heart.

"...Elias?"

And at this moment, looking at Harry with an extremely painful expression and the Dementors approaching him.

Snape's brow furrowed.

His wand gripped unconsciously as he looked at the dark thing surrounding Harry.

"Don't worry, Professor."

Ryan's brows furrowed at this moment.

But he still did not move, just watched quietly.

"not the right time yet."

Then...

Harry saw the monster's head gradually approaching him.

It seemed to want to 'kiss' him.

This made Harry almost instinctively want to resist.

But after thinking of Ryan's words, he suppressed this instinct.

"For Mom...for her..."

He insisted, telling himself so.

"I must hold on... hold on..."

Until the monster was extremely close to him.

Until the monster was almost kissing him.

Only at this moment did Harry clearly hear the voice coming from the depths of his soul.

"Harry!"

It was an anxious voice full of motherly love.

Then, Harry felt a part of his soul... begin to throb.

"Mother."

And at this moment, Harry fell unconscious.

But his heart was filled with joy.

Because, although he was not sure what exactly was happening at this moment.

But he could roughly understand it.