Starting from the heavens to perform the entire League of Legends

Neville Lombottom, a very forgetful and mediocre child.

When he was young, he witnessed his parents and the tragic experience of being tortured by Death Eaters, which made him develop a timid and inferior character.

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

Although slow in reflexes, he was strong and resilient, and this became more apparent as he grew older.

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

Neville closed his eyes tightly, his facial features were twisted into a ball, his chubby body was flushed red, and he tried his best to imagine in his mind what the arcane particle should look like.

It's a pity that this thing didn't come out by thinking.

The mage saw that he was struggling so much, so he prepared to give him a little help.

With a thought, a ball of arcane particles was gathered and thrown into Neville's spiritual realm.

From Neville's perspective, there was endless darkness in front of his eyes, and suddenly, a tiny starlight lit up.

Then the second, third, fourth...

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

"I see it! I see it!"

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

Neville shouted excitedly, announcing his achievements to the world, but he didn't open his eyes from the beginning to the end, instead they closed them more tightly.

It seemed that he was afraid that these brilliant light spots would leave him.

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

"Okay...Okay, Professor." Neville was startled and quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

At the same time, I kept blaming myself and making a fool of myself in front of my classmates.

But in the next second, a big warm hand was placed on his shoulder, which instantly made the little wizard feel extremely at ease.

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

Under the guidance of the voice, Neville immediately calmed down, without distracting thoughts, and felt the arcane particles around him without distraction.

During the meditation, what surprised him the most was that there seemed to be a lot of particles on the shoulder where he was in contact with the professor.

After a few shouts from Neville, the other little wizards couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis, so they worked harder, trying to perceive the existence of arcane particles.

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

Among them, Malfoy is the most important. As the strongest pure-blood family, the only heir in the future must be the best among his peers.

But no matter how hard he tried, there was still darkness in front of his eyes. Although he could feel the existence of the particles, it was vague and unreal, and he seemed to be close to the goal.

Just as Malfoy was drenched in sweat, a voice sounded in the classroom.

"Professor Ruiz, I saw it too!"

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

In the next second, another clear and tender female voice came into his ears:

"Professor, I also perceive the arcane particles you mentioned."

"Damn Mudblood!" The blond little wizard was furious, cursing inwardly.

"You guys did a great job, add 10 points for Gryffindor!" the mage said happily.

These words penetrated into Malfoy's heart thoroughly, and he instantly felt angry, his blood surged, and his mind was in chaos.

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

Colorful, huge and majestic arcane world.

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

He thought he would be praised, but instead he was scolded by the mage.

"Shut up Malfoy! You're disturbing the other students!"

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

Unexpectedly, the mage came to him and said, "Good job, five points for Slytherin!"

As soon as the words fell, the decadent Malfoy immediately revived, eagerly waiting for the mage's next instruction.

Soon, other little wizards also felt the arcane particles one after another. Even those who really couldn't find a way, with the secret help of the mage, they successfully stepped into the gate of arcane.

It's not that these little wizards are not smart enough, and being able to study at Hogwarts proves that they are talented enough to practice arcane arts.

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

However, these latecomers may not be able to achieve corner overtaking after encountering some kind of opportunity, and cross the footsteps of these pioneers.

Whether it's the old mage Ruiz or the sick Lu Wu, they all follow the principle of treating everyone equally.

You won't treat a little wizard differently just because of his talent, and you won't ignore him because of his poor talent.

There is no class, teach students in accordance with 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. Ruiz knew that Kegan Nuohe was a barbarian, so he was still willing to take him in as his disciple.

The only regret is that Kegan could not resist the temptation of the runes in the end, and became Brad, the vengeful flame soul. As for Lu Wu...

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

"What you have to do now is to gather the arcane particles around you and form a ball. Of course, it can also be a cube."

"You can take it slow, but don't rush."

"Then throw it hard, you can throw it in any direction, and I will catch it for you."

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

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

But these particles are like a group of mischievous little elves, always jumping around in the hands, unconstrained at all.

Seeing the bewildered little wizards eagerly trying to gather the particles together, the mage couldn't help but smile.

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

Although the little wizard with his eyes closed was puzzled, he did as he trusted the professor.

He took a big breath into his lungs and waited quietly for the next order.

"The air you inhale is not created in your body." The mage returned to the podium and continued: "You inhale the air and let it maintain your life."

"It's released again when you exhale."

"The air has never belonged to you, you are just the channel through which the air flows."

At this time, some little wizards couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to spit out the air.

The mage saw their thoughts and stopped them: "No, keep holding back."

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