The All-League of Legends Starts From the Heavens

Neville Lombarton, a particularly forgetful and mediocrely gifted child.

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

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

Although his reaction was a little slow, he was strong and tenacious in his heart, and as he grew up, this became more and more obvious.

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

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

Unfortunately, this thing didn't come out of my head.

The Master saw that he was struggling so hard, so he prepared to help him a little.

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

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

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

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

"I saw it! I saw it!"

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

Neville shouted excitedly, announcing his achievements to the world, but he never opened his eyes from beginning to end, instead he closed them even tighter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Under the guidance of the voice, Neville immediately calmed down, with no distractions, and felt the arcane particles around him without distractions.

During the meditation process, what struck him the most was that the shoulder on the side where he was in contact with the professor seemed to have a lot of particles.

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

The strong competitive spirit does not allow them to be compared by people of Neville's level.

Among them, Malfoy is especially the most powerful. 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, it was still pitch black in front of him. Although he could feel the existence of particles, it was hazy and unreal, and he seemed to be close to the door.

Just as Malfoy was sweating anxiously, a voice sounded in the classroom.

"Professor Ryze, I saw it too!"

It was Harry Potter's voice. Malfoy was so familiar with it. He could remember this voice for a lifetime.

The next second, another crisp and tender female voice entered his ears:

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

"Damn mudblood!" The furious little blond wizard kept cursing in his heart.

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

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

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

Colorful, huge and majestic arcane world.

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

I thought I would be praised, but instead it was the mage's scolding.

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

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

Who knows, the mage came to him and said, "Well done, five points for Slytherin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the decadent Malfoy immediately rejuvenated, eagerly awaiting the next instructions from the mage.

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

It's not that these little wizards are not smart enough, and they can enter Hogwarts to study, which proves that they have enough talent to practice arcane magic.

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

However, these latecomers might not be able to overtake on a curve and step over the footsteps of these forerunners after encountering a certain opportunity.

Whether it's the old mage Ryze or the sick child Lu Wu, they all follow the principle of equal treatment.

He won't look down on a little wizard just because he's talented, and he won't ignore him just because he's not talented.

There is teaching without distinction, and teaching is taught in accordance with aptitude.

After all, the dean's mother back then took Lu Wu in even though she expected that he would not live long. Ruizming knew that Keegan Novo was a savage and was still willing to accept him as a disciple.

The only regret is that Kegan finally failed to resist the temptation of the rune and became Brad, the vengeful flame soul. As for Lu Wu...

"Okay, kids~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Don't open your eyes yet, listen to me carefully."

"What you have to do now is to gather the arcane particles around your body into a ball, of course, it can also be a cube."

"You can be slower, but don't be in a hurry."

"Then throw it hard. You can throw it in any direction. I will help you catch it."

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

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

But these particles are like a group of naughty elves, always jumping around in their hands, unconstrained at all.

When he saw the helpless little wizards eager to gather the particles together, the wizard 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 quietly waited for the next order.

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

"It will be released when you exhale."

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

At this time, some of the little wizards could not hold back and wanted to spit out the air.

Seeing their thoughts, the Master stopped him and said, "No, keep holding back."

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