HP Magic Biography

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　　 For thousands of years, vampires have perished in the back and forth battle.

　　 There are Paladins who are full of justice, and there are Archbishops who are full of love for the world, but the group of wizards is relatively friendly.

But no matter what kind of person, Tefrey has not seen this kind of escape at a disagreement in the past three hundred years. The one who spoke justly a second before wanted to have a century-old showdown with you, never dying, and In the next second, this person quickly escaped from the aftermath of the explosion that caught the curse.

　　 This gave Tefrey an illusion that was almost trance.

　　Who am I, where am I, what do I want to do?

　　 This made the old vampire a little angry, even the dragon blood he drank yesterday was agitated in his body.

　　 "Kill him for me!"

　　 Far away, this is the most frustrating sentence Fanlin heard Tefrey.

　　 Fanlin had already planned to retreat and fight a dozen vampires, and it was still in this dark night environment, even if it was not a problem with his brain.

　　 The magical power of the Philosopher’s Stone continues to supply Fanlin’s magical power consumption.

　　Want to fly, Fanlin could not manifest his body anytime and anywhere like Voldemort.

For a moment, the originally dark night sky lightened slightly, and the magical body exuded a silver-white brilliance galloping eastward, and then, following the silver-white streamer, fourteen blood-red figures appeared in the air. Afterimages after another.

　　 In the end, Tefrey divided out three people to solve Hermione and the others, but this was the best result for Fanlin.

　　 When you return to the Burrow, you will naturally resist it. It is not difficult to leave a few vampires. As for the moment, finding their old opponent is obviously more suitable.

　　 showed his arms, and without stopping, one after another curses prevented the vampire from approaching.

　　 This is indeed a very laborious task. Even with the support of the Philosopher’s Stone, Fanlin still feels a burst of emptiness while shielding the pain.

　　 A large number of magical collisions are like a dazzling firework show in the sky. It is only one to fourteen. Even if Fanlin hits the spirit, it is inevitable that some spells have broken through his defense.

　　 "It's really terrible!" Fanlin's figure paused, and then the whole body appeared, leaving a scorched burn mark on the shoulder, and it seemed that it was still spreading.

Helplessly, he stroked his left hand and blocked the injury with ice. Vampire magic is always bad. Fortunately, Fanlin’s physique is different from ordinary people, and he has a certain ability to control blood. Otherwise, he suffered so many times. It is inevitable to break an arm like that Yeqi.

　　 One-armed wizard?

　　 Fanlin does not have the calm mind of Professor Moody.

　　 Putting up a good mood, watching the vampire approaching so fast, for some reason, Fanlin's mouth evoked a smile.

"I hope you follow me a little bit." Fanlin muttered to himself. With the burst of air, Fanlin's figure became distorted in space, as if a black hole was formed in the abdomen. It will not be clear in the future. , Fanlin disappeared in front of Tefrey.

　　 "Mouse!"

　　 "Lock him for me!" Tefrey said, chasing after the magic wave left by Fanlin's Apparition.

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　　 "The wizarding world seems to be unstable!"

After drinking a little rum, Hopkin Owen felt better immediately. This is the most enjoyable time of the day. Life in the Knights is always difficult. You must maintain a strong body, otherwise he will not be able to control it. This set of silver armor on his body.

　　 This is part of the strength, and he has to beware of those juniors who have experienced plenty.

　　 Vatican Knight Commander, this is definitely a profession that sounds very compelling.

　　 So, for Irving, the daily patrol is over, returning to the tower to pour a glass of rum is what he enjoys most.

　　 "Yes, I heard that the wizard made a comeback more than ten years ago." A knight said, taking off the saber, and the silver-white armor clinked with the saber.

　　 "Hey, be careful, Tyler!" Irving yelled, "If your sword is making marks on my armor, I think I might leave something on your face."

　　 "It can be repaired by itself anyway, brother, relax." The man named Taylor said, hung his sword on the wall at will, and turned to the wine cabinet.

　　 "Hey hey, put my rum down..." Irving yelled, waving his arms, and when he was about to pounce, a knight in a hurry came in.

　　 "What's the matter?" Irving frowned. "Who is your guide?"

　　 "I... I'm sorry, Owen Knight..." The knight's voice seemed a little immature, "I'm Wallison Knight's..."

　　 "Very well, go back and order the punishment yourself!" Taylor said indifferently, taking off his armor on his own, "Twice the chivalry rules and control your frizzy character."

　　? ?

　　 "So, are you suggesting me?" Irving wanted to say it out loud. Irving still knows his partner very well.

　　Innuendo, this kind of thing is simply easy...

　　 "So, what's the matter, apprentice knight..." Owen was saying, sweeping away the previous relaxation and dissatisfaction, but looking at him with a serious face.

　　 "Return to the Owen Knight, it is the Pope!" The knight said attentively, "The Pope informs you to come and look for him, bring your armor and saber."

　　 "Armor and saber?" Owen muttered, "I see, you can leave, knight."

　　 "What is the Pope asking you to do? What fun things do you want to do? Think about it, how long hasn't received such an order, ten years, or twenty years?"

　　 "This time may be related to the commotion in the wizarding world. As far as I know, a bunch of mice hiding in the dark are not at peace."

　　 "It's not peaceful, why, that person has gathered the power of the dark world?"

"Oh, maybe, wasn't it like that before, werewolves, dementors, giants, and undead..." Irving quickly said, "but someone solved it at the time. It was the wizard who was fighting against Grindelwald. ."

"Dumbledore, an internationally renowned figure, but as far as I know ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he did not survive, was disarmed by one of his students, and then betrayed by Hogwarts' men. A sad character... …"

　　 "If he is pathetic... forget it..." Irving shook his head, "We need to respect the strong, man, and the wizard is obviously more worth fighting for than the heretics."

　　 "Oh, it doesn't make a difference in my opinion, Irving." Tyler drank the rum in the glass. "Whether it's a wizard or something, this includes us."

　　 "So, that's why you can only be my deputy, Tyler." Irving shook his head, "We need this power. Faith makes us pure."

　　 "It's quite pure. If you shave a bald head, you may become better or better. Think about the former judge." Taylor said lazily, pushing the armor off the bed.

　　 "Can't you be kind to it!" Owen was a little helpless, his fingers tick lightly, and the armor that fell on the ground automatically flew to the top of the hanger.

　　 "It's to help you practice magic!"

　　 "So this thing is smashed on the ground every day?"

　　 "It can be used. I don't have so many requirements. What's more, without this thing, I might feel better. A bunch of dead souls don't sound so wonderful."

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