HP Magic Biography

"So, you two, ran out of the camp with my back in the middle of the night?" Hermione asked loudly.

"Didn't we get this sword back..." Fanlin said.

"But none of the injuries on your two bodies are good, especially you, Fanlin, you had a fever before."

"Relax, those are all things in the past, and now I feel good." Fanlin said.

"It was just an accident, Hermione, someone guided me..."

"So, that person's patron saint is a doe? Whose patron saint is a doe?" Hermione sighed and said, anyway, it was a lucky thing to get the Gryffindor sword back.

That person must be their friend.

"Do you think Kingsley summoned the female deer?" Harry asked weakly.

"Kingsley's patron saint is a lynx, I saw it with my own eyes on the day I picked you up."

"Oh yes……"

"But... Harry, guess it's Dumbledore?"

"What happened to Dumbledore?"

Harry was a little confused, he couldn't think of anything to do with Dumbledore, except for Dumbledore's will.

Hermione looked a little hesitant, and then whispered, "Dumbledore... the female deer? I mean... the sword has been in Dumbledore's hands, right?"

Harry froze for a moment, he knew the expectations behind the question. Dumbledore returned to them and was still watching them somewhere. This kind of thought can indeed be indescribably gratifying.

Harry shook his head.

"Dumbledore is dead," he said. "I saw it with my own eyes. I saw his body. He really left. What's more, his patron saint is Phoenix, not a female deer."

"But the patron saint can be changed, can't it?" Hermione said unwillingly. "Don't Tonks's change?"

"Yes, but if he is still alive, why doesn't he come to us? Why doesn't he give us the sword directly?"

"I don't know," Hermione said.

"Perhaps someone else, like I said, Professor at Hogwarts." Fanlin said, staring at the flames rising from Hermione in the tent.

"Actually...I hope so, but he did leave..." Harry said, feeling a little bored, thinking of what Fanlin had said about the wand in his mind.

"Quickly getting bigger!"

Har used his wand to point at the flame, but the effect was not as good as expected. In the brazier, the flame only shook slightly. Harry tried again. This time the flame has grown slightly.

"Oh, damn..." Harry stabbed forward impatiently, as if pouring oil on it, and with the crackling sound of burning things, the flames rushed up.

For an instant, Harry felt that his eyebrows were about to be burned.

"Quickly stop..." Hermione screamed, and quickly turned away, her long hair seemed to be ignited.

"Oh, sorry, shrink quickly!"

However, the flame did not shrink, instead there was a kind of vigorous driving.

"Spell stop!"

Fanlin quickly lifted Harry's spell, and as you can see, a faint black mark was left on the ceiling just above the brazier.

"Sorry..." Harry noticed speechlessly, looking down at the holly wood wand, Harry felt that there was some problem when using the fluorescent flashing and blasting spell, and now it seems that the key to the problem seems to be found.

All the spells he used, including the simplest ones, were much less powerful than when he used the Phoenix wand to cast spells.

This new magic wand makes people feel uncomfortable and intrusive, like sewing someone's hand to his arm.

"You just need to practice more," Fanlin said, looking at Harry jokingly. "It's a question of whether you are confident, Harry."

"Yes, you just need to adapt to the change, after all, every wand is different..." Hermione said quickly.

Harry knew why she wished the wand was okay, and she still felt guilty about breaking his wand.

But there is no other way. If Hermione doesn't attack Nagini, he and Fanlin will definitely die in Bathilda's house, just like Bathilda, and Nagini uses it as nourishment.

"It looks like I need to start from scratch, as if Professor Villifer taught us for the first time."

"There is no alternative, you can try the simplest."

Night fell, and after having dinner carefully prepared by Hermione, the three of them all returned to the tent.

Harry was the first to watch.

Sitting at the entrance of the tent, Harry tried to use a holly wood wand to suspend a small stone at his feet in the air, but his magic power was still so clumsy and weak compared to before.

At this moment, Hermione was lying on the bed reading a book, Fanlin seemed to have thought of something, then took out a small wooden wireless radio from his rucksack and tried to adjust the channel.

"Come in from Bathilda's house. I remember that Fred told me about this channel," he said softly to Harry. "It's a channel that tells real news. All other channels are on Voldemort's side and were The Ministry of Magic leads by the nose, but this one...you'll know it, it's great. The only regret is that they can't broadcast it every night. They have to keep changing locations to prevent being pursued. In addition, A password is required to listen... The problem is, I forgot what the last password was."

"What's the use?"

"I can use alchemy to try to analyze it." Fanlin said, putting a finger on it, and the wooden radio exudes a glow similar to metal.

"Let me take a look, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com This is a receiving device... Different band elements receive different signals... Hmm..."

This was the first time Harry had seen Fanlin use alchemy magic in front of him.

"I think I found it..." Fanlin said after a while, watching the wooden radio in his hand has completely changed its appearance, as if turning stones into gold, now the wooden radio seems more like Made of metal.

"But... they don't seem to be broadcasting..."

"If you two don't mind, I think, Fanlin, you can put that radio up."

Fanlin sat down immediately, "I'm just looking for Harry something to relax..."

"Oh, forget him, we need to talk." Hermione said, walking over, "We have more important things to solve now."

"What?" Harry was a little confused. "If you say it's a wand, I'm practicing..."

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