Chapter 313: Illusionary Training

Hermione opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at Lu Yuan who appeared in front of her. At this moment, she couldn't describe what it felt like. She only felt that her heart was firmly attracted like a magnet, and she couldn't look away. Everything in the outside world was also subconsciously blocked. The tingling warmth spread throughout her body. Her rapid heartbeat even made her a little breathless. She could only relieve it by opening her mouth slightly.

"Meet the God of Creation." Dumbledore beside her bowed slightly.

It was also this address that made Hermione come back to her senses. She was so nervous that she started to talk nonsense, "I, I, you, he..."

Dumbledore next to her showed an aunt-like smile, looking forward, but pricked up a pair of ears.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan naturally saw something, looked at himself, and then the whole person turned into a light spot and disappeared.

[You may be more used to it this way. ]

Hermione was suddenly full of melancholy, "No, it was actually pretty good just now..."

[Let's talk about business. How do you feel about the fantasy world in front of you? 】

Although Hermione was annoyed, she still spoke, "It's very real! So real that I can't tell the difference between true and false."

[This is where you will practice for a long time in the future. This is where I simulated the situation in the real world. The battles between immortals and gods can be simulated here 100%. 】

Hearing this, Hermione looked at Dumbledore next to her.

"As you think, Hermione, I will be your sparring partner for the next period of time. According to the information left to me by the God of Creation, there is no difference between me and my real self, even including my thinking and habits, but I can be sure that I am not him." Dumbledore explained softly.

Hermione felt a little dizzy after hearing this. It was not that she was not smart enough, but that she was a little girl in the 20th century. Unlike the information explosion in later generations, she had been exposed to various concepts of time and space interweaving. At this moment, she felt like she needed to grow a brain.

"Mr. Lu Yuan, what's going on?" Hermione asked in her heart, even forgetting her emotions just now.

[I just used the illusion to create a corner of the world, and by the way, I created a consciousness of Dumbledore. Therefore, for us, this illusion is fake, but for him who was born here, this is the real world. ]

Lu Yuan simply summarized that these operations were not difficult for him who mastered the mirror flower water moon and the method of creation, and it was also an attempt by Lu Yuan on the road of cultivation.

"Does this Dumbledore have any intersection with the one in reality?" Hermione tried to understand.

[Theoretically, there won't be, but Weixin magic is always very strange. Maybe one day, Dumbledore in reality will suddenly have such a memory.

In fact, Hermione, you don't have to care too much. The higher you practice, the more you will find that the concept of the world is not so clear. Dumbledore at this moment is fake in our eyes, but have you ever thought that our so-called real world must be real?

Maybe we are also the objects of the story observed by others. 】

At this moment, Hermione felt that her brain was not enough, "If that's the case, what's the point of everything we do?"

[Of course, the reality of the world does not affect our cognition of life, nor does it affect our understanding of our own life. At least everything we experience is real. We just need to finish some things that should be done and finish what we want to do. This is enough.

Okay, I'm getting off topic. Now let's talk about the practice. From now on, you will enter this fantasy world every two days at night to discuss and learn from Dumbledore. 】

Hermione thought, "Okay, I understand."

"It seems that Hermione, you have already understood something." Dumbledore smiled and said at this time.

Hermione nodded, "I'll trouble you for the next period of time, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"It's not a big deal. After all, this is the meaning of my birth. For me personally, it's also a good journey." Dumbledore's eyes full of wisdom looked at him, "But you, Hermione, are you ready?"

......

The next day, Hermione got up carefully from the bed, but the expected body aches did not appear.

She suddenly realized that she had returned to the real world and she was not injured.

After fighting with Dumbledore last night, she truly realized how big the gap between herself and the legendary wizard was. All kinds of magic methods were crushed in all directions. Dumbledore saw that she had strong defense and was very aggressive when he attacked. His explanation for this was that only when you are hurt can you remember clearly!

As a result, she was beaten with injuries all over her body, which was really unforgettable.

However, fortunately, it was once every two days, which was enough for her to use a day to digest the gains from the previous battle.

In this fulfilling state, time passed, snow decorated the world, pumpkins crowded into the castle, and Christmas was approaching.

On this day, in the castle hall, Professor McGonagall called the Gryffindor students together and announced something with a smile.

Christmas Eve dance.

As a traditional event in the Triwizard Tournament, it has always been the best time to make friends and relax.

McGonagall walked among the students and patiently said, "As the host school, I hope everyone can actively participate and show their proper demeanor and elegance, especially Mr. Potter and Miss Granger. As the champions of the Triwizard Cup, you still have the role of leading the dance. Please find your favorite dance partner as soon as possible."

After these words fell, a whisper suddenly sounded in the crowd. At this moment, I don't know how many boys looked at Hermione.

"Quiet!" McGonagall looked at everyone, "Don't belittle yourself, and don't feel ashamed. Dancing is a very relaxing thing. You have to believe that there is a swan sleeping in every girl's body that wants to dance, and there is a lion in every boy's body that wants to walk with his head held high.

Oh, Mr. Weasley, come on!"

"What?" Ron looked at McGonagall's outstretched hand, looking confused.

"Dance with me."

When the music sounded from the loud speaker phonograph, McGonagall and Ron moved in the center of the venue.

"Don't be stiff, pay attention to the steps, Mr. Weasley, follow my rhythm, come on, move cha-cha, move cha-cha, oh, it's okay, come again! Move cha-cha, move cha-cha, oh..."

......

"Hahahahahaha!"

At noon in the auditorium restaurant, Ron turned his head and glared at the laughing man fiercely, and then angrily retracted his gaze.

"Okay, Ron, it's normal for beginners to step on their feet, and being able to dance with Professor McGonagall once, I don't know how many people envy you, but you think it's a stain." Hermione said unhappily.

"I don't think it's a stain, I'm not the one laughing!" Ron said stubbornly.

Hermione didn't bother to pay attention to him.

However, Ron came over, "Hermione, when the time comes..."

"Don't think about it, I already have a target for a dance partner!" Hermione said directly.

Ron was shocked, and Harry and many boys around him who were listening erectly also put down their forks and turned their heads to look.

"Who is it?!"