"Well, you're paying attention..."

Doggett pressed his wand to the lock, shattering it, jerking the box open, and striding back into the other corner, lest he become a primary target for the Dementors.

The next moment, everything seemed to be darkened, and the chest containing the Dementors looked even more black.

Cold... Dead...

Ivan felt his body sink into the ice cellar, and there was some strength to drain the heat from his body.

Immediately after, a withered, scabbed palm stretched out from the box, and a strange figure in a cloak floated out,

It doesn't seem to have legs, it's just suspended in the air... The exposed body is so rotten that you can see the bones...

Ivan had seen the werewolf's crumbling arms and Chino's body burned by the flames, but it was far from being compared to the Dementors, who looked like a dried corpse draped in rags with nothing but an empty shell underneath...

Ivan tried hard to recall the happy things in his heart, but he couldn't recall them at all, only that he felt as if he was back in the hospital bed, and the demon called Sickness was extracting his only vitality bit by bit, and he was powerless to resist and could only sit back and watch his death.

Doggett took a sip of wine, his wand was already in his hand, ready to intervene, he felt that Ivan might not be able to hold on anymore, he only hoped that it would not leave any psychological shadow.

The Dementor had floated in front of Ivan at this time, exhaling a cold chill, and then gradually peeled an illusory thing with various colors from Ivan's body, and sucked it into that big empty mouth....

At some point, the dementor's withered fingers were already grasping the brim of the hat and about to lift it, and Doggett was about to make a move, but he stopped again, because a wand had reached the dementor's mouth...

"Divine Guard!"

Under the threat of death, Ivan shouted.

The dark, dead space regained its color, and with a hissing sound, a dazzling light pierced the Dementor's body, and more light peeked through its tattered cloak.

A silent wail shook the air around them, and the dementor's fluttering body seemed to have been hit hard, and its body was illusory, flying upside down, and finally burrowing into the box under the pressure of the white mist.

Wisps of white mist were about to pour in, and the box was suddenly covered, but it was Doggett who had already walked to the box and began to clean up the mess.

"How does it feel? Are you okay? I don't have any chocolate here, maybe you can drink some... Wine? Doggett cared.

"No, I'm fine... Forget about the wine. Ivan shook his head, then glanced at the system panel.

The Divine Guardian was directly promoted to the third level, and this time the pressure was not ordinary, and it was in vain that he deliberately did not use the Brain Occlumency Technique to resist the Dementors' ability to absorb happiness.

"Go ahead!" Ivan took a few minutes to adjust his mood and continued.

"So fast? Don't need to take a break? Doggett raised an eyebrow.

"Go on!" Ivan insisted.

Doggett opened the box, and the Dementor rushed out again, its face hidden in the cloak, but for some reason, Ivan could feel the anger of the other party....

"Divine Guard!" Facing the Dementors again, Ivan is already familiar with the road, his fear has been reduced a lot, and more importantly, the upgrade of his skills has allowed him to find happiness...

The white mist reappeared, this time much more than before, and even faintly condensed into the shape of a Patronus, and the white mist rolled around the Dementor's body and pressed it back into the box again.

[Ding, after practice, the proficiency of the Divine Guardian has been greatly improved...]

"Whew.." Ivan glanced at the prompts in the system bar and was very satisfied, facing the Dementors to practice calling the gods, and his proficiency increased really fast.

In this case, you might be able to raise your level to level 4 in one afternoon...

Thinking of this, Ivan said with great interest.

"Go on..."

Doggett's expression is very strange, and the Dementors' terrifying ability to absorb pleasure and cause pain makes even many adult wizards reluctant to face them.

Unexpectedly, Ivan not only withstood the pressure, but also became more and more excited, although he was a little puzzled, but Doggett still did it.

The third time he opened the box, the Dementor was like a black rag, pressing his flat body, and rushed towards Ivan, but he was entangled in the white mist and was defeated by Ivan...

The fourth time, the Dementors tried to flee, but Doggett cast the Divine Guardian and pressed it back into the box.

For the fifth time...

Sixth....

Ivan had a lot of fun, and the third-level Divine Guardian was not enough to kill the Dementors, so he could practice boldly with confidence.

And every time his proficiency increases, he gets happier...

[Ding, after practice, the proficiency of the Divine Guardian has been greatly improved...]

[Calling the Gods Guardian has been upgraded to level 4, the current proficiency level is (1/1600), and the reward is 20 GPA points!] 】

After defeating the Dementors for the eleventh time, the system's chime finally sounded in Ivan's head.

The white mist that drifted around slowly coalesced, and the long hiss of the unicorn was clearly visible in the basement.

Doggett raised his eyebrows, he had already noticed the difference between Ivan's call god guard, but he thought it was related to Aisyah, so he didn't ask.

Now I'm a little curious about what Ivan's Patronus looks like.

However, the Guardian of the Gods, which had faintly condensed into a horse, turned into white mist again at the last moment, and Doggett shook his head and sighed.

Ivan didn't have any look of disappointment on his face, because this time he did it on purpose.

Although Doggett is one of the few people he can trust in his memory, for Ivan they have only known each other for less than a day, and the shadow of the unicorn is his biggest hole card today, and the fewer people who know it, the better...

"Do you want to continue?" Doggett asked.

Ivan nodded, since the Divine Guardian is related to his bloodline magic, the higher the level, the better, and finally has the opportunity to let the Dementor be a sparring partner, of course, it is as long as he can practice.

However, after Doggett opened the box for the twelfth time, Ivan, who was standing on the side, did not wait for the Dementor attack for a long time.

Just as Ivan wondered if the Dementor had been killed by himself, a withered rotting arm stretched out, grabbed the lid and closed the box with a "bang"...

It thought it was fine to stay in the box and didn't want to come out...

Ivan stood in front of the box in a daze, completely unaware of the Dementor's reaction.

Ivan turned his head and looked at Doggett with a strange expression.

Doggett was also confused and said with some embarrassment. "Well. I think it might be tired today and needs a break... Or we'll come back tomorrow. ”

"Didn't you say that the Dementors were dark, cruel, confused creatures?" Ivan was speechless.

"That's true, but they still have the intelligence to understand orders, or the Ministry of Magic wouldn't have used Dementors to guard Azkaban." Doggett explained.

(PS: Lupin didn't drink wolf poison potion when he went to school, and every time the full moon transformed, he would lose control and could only stay in the screaming shack.) Moreover, as an important member of the Order of the Phoenix, Lupin was a hero who participated in the resistance to Voldemort, and Dumbledore would never let him be so poor if he had a way. So it is likely that the wolf poison potion was developed when Harry was in his second year, and Dumbledore received the news that he fired the amnesiac Lockhart at the end of the semester, and immediately retrieved the wandering Lupin and made him a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts class. ）