HP Magic Biography

"You are too modest." Fanlin said.

After four months of study, Fanlin's cognition of Nicholas became more intuitive.

This is a very real power. In terms of magic power, years of research and absorption of the Philosopher’s Stone have made Nicolae Mai look like a shrinking Philosopher’s Stone.

However, his aging body is not enough to support Nicolae May's powerful combat effectiveness.

I have to say that this is a very regrettable thing, otherwise, there is no need for Voldemort and Grindelwald to dream those unrealistic dreams.

If you dare to invade Boothbarton, Nicholas will definitely bomb them with nothing left.

In fact, Fanlin knew very well that whether it was Voldemort or Grindelwald, they didn't need to hold on to France.

Nicholas Lemay hasn't left France for nearly a hundred years. It can be said that Nick has no ambition to match his strength, so naturally no one will actively touch such an atomic bomb in the wizarding world.

"I'm telling the truth. In fact, I didn't have such strength at the beginning, and I have never been exposed to alchemy. As far as your current mana storage is concerned, it is no weaker than a normal adult wizard. He even said he was stronger."

"That's just an ordinary adult wizard, right? You know it's not enough." Fanlin said, he touched the magic stone bracelet on his wrist.

This will be the only way for Fanlin to increase his magic power soon.

"You're too nervous, it's not a good thing to push yourself too tight," Nicole May said. "It's like you almost blew up your house with dark magic last month."

"That was an accident. At the most critical moment, I couldn't stop at all. A rune didn't blend into it."

"This is also a warning, isn't it?" Nicole May said, his figure is a bit illusory, this is a body condensed through magical projection.

Fanlin lowered his head. It is true that the ordinary Nicholas Lemay said that he should take a break. At the same time, he also saw the meaning of Fleur. It was nothing more than an invitation to visit France during the holiday.

However, Fanlin always felt that his time was limited, and the Book of Abraham was in his pocket, but he could not even read it completely.

"It looks like you don't agree." Nicole May said, and he looked down at Fanlin, looking very leisurely.

He, like Dumbledore, was able to show a posture that had already seen everything at any time.

"No, Professor Nicholas Lemay." Fanlin shook his head, "It is indeed time to take a break, at least the initial transformation of the curse on hand has been completed, and the rest are some that have not yet been overcome. You will guide the study of alchemy, and I don’t think anything goes wrong."

"I'm glad you can think so. In fact, your learning process has gone far beyond my estimation. In four months, I have completed my decades of achievements. I have to say that this is my Unimaginable."

"It's mostly theoretical knowledge, not to mention your reading magic, which is just a filling of some knowledge. I don't think there is anything to be proud of. What I know is that in practical applications, It's still very difficult."

"Don’t belittle yourself, Fanlin. This is not something you should be humble. Knowing is knowing. I don’t think anyone can do it with just one person. You must know that a large amount of reading magic will still cause damage to the human brain. Some influence, but not reflected in you at all."

"This is due to..."

"Potion!" Nicole Mayer stretched out his hand, "I know what you want to say, but your own body is absolutely dominant. In fact, your body is much better than ordinary wizards. , No matter from which aspect."

"You know what this is because of, and it's far from enough." Fanlin said, he sighed, and he was very grateful for the changes Yitunen had brought him. Of course, Yitunen didn't throw such bad things out. Things are even more perfect.

"Do you have any arrangements for Professor Dumbledore? You know, you don't often show up on the Busbarton campus." Fanlin asked. As usual, Nicholas Lemay would never find him. Through this way of magic projection.

"There are indeed some things." Nicole May said, "In fact, there have been some breakthroughs in the study of **** patterns. We have to ask for certain things, and these things are obviously inseparable from you."

"Breakthrough progress?" Fanlin exclaimed, and he looked around quickly, but as the last group of people to leave Boothbatten, the campus became empty at this moment.

However, to be on the safe side, Fanlin took the initiative to open up his magic power. Obviously, these things could not be watched by others.

"You don't need to be so nervous." Nicolaema was taken aback for a moment. His figure was shattered as Fanlin's magic power expanded, but soon, Nicolaema's figure appeared from Fanlin's magic field.

"This is to be on the safe side." Fanlin said, but soon he realized his emotional problem. Now whenever it is mentioned about the monster and the gods, Fanlin will consciously feel nervous. Tighten your nerves.

But here is Booth Barton, everywhere is full of traces left by Nicholas Barton’s alchemy. No one can act recklessly in Booth Barton. Fanlin’s behavior is, in a sense, a part of Nicholas Kind of distrust.

"Sorry, Professor Nicolae Mai..." Fanlin apologized. He just wanted to recover the magic field, but Nicolae Mai stopped him.

"You didn't do anything wrong, you were just too nervous." Nicole Mayl laughed, "But for your magical strength ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I think Albus has to reassess."

"You just said that the research on the **** pattern has made progress?" Fanlin asked, this is a question that cannot be ignored.

"Ah, yes, some simple interpretations and applications."

"Apply?" Fanlin wondered.

"Just like the hieroglyphs used in The Book of Abraham, this is a hieroglyph belonging to the Greek wizarding civilization. With the foundation of the Book of Abraham, it is not difficult to understand. However, I have found some interesting things. In Greece, the Parthenon is world-renowned."

"The Parthenon?" Fanlin frowned. This was the same as he had thought. These **** patterns were from Greece, and all he could think of was Parthenon.

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