Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The wind is roaring!

The strong winds are beyond the norm, and even the sea storm of Sea Territory, the name of the change, seems to be a bit weaker.

The violent hurricane was wrapped in sand and gravel, and the dust was stirred up on the slope. The grove was destroyed and the branches and leaves were scattered.

Even Marx, who is leading Dellife and Kingsley, can’t help but look at this scene when they see this scene.

“Sure enough…not to mention whether it is active or not, most of the creatures in the world are born with natural resources. Can there be enough spiritual power to motivate its activation? The amount of magic power is another aspect. The Babre, which has been screened by reagents in many muggle subjects, is naturally one of the better individuals. The amount of magic power he has… should not be weaker than Harry. What?”

Today is the first time Marx has come to the Muggle Queen during the day, in order to take a look at the muggle guard Babré, who is said to have mastered the magic power a little.

Of course, at least in Marx’s view, this is far from being “capable of mastering”.

“McLorne,” Kingsley couldn’t help but gracefully said after hearing Marx’s evaluation of Babré in the wind. “You said his ‘magic power amount’ is not weaker than Mr Potter? But… he can mobilize so much The powerful airflow in the range, Mr Potter, I am afraid I can’t do it?”

“en?”

Marx hearing this stopped, and then I waved my hand:

“Oh, I should blame me for not saying it clearly… In fact, this kind of aimless hurricane is a kind of magic power that is not controlled. If Harry’s spirit is out of order, it might be better than the noise. This is even bigger! But the corresponding magic power, which is completely controlled by Harry’s instinct, allows him to use the Levitation charm for a whole night without feeling exhausted.”

As he said, he couldn’t shrugged and rushed to the front.

“And obviously, he can’t do it for a while – with the instability of his current mobilization of magic power, even the regular spells can’t be cast.”

However, if Babre is given a period of targeted training, the results will be very different. At that time, the other party will become a real wizard, and it will not be much different from other wizards.

Even though Babre is a little bit accustomed to and stabilized by his own power from the magic power, he will understand the magic power more easily than most modern wizards, and thus use magic more freely.

And this is undoubtedly the state that modern wizards, who are bound by modern magic conventions, need to work harder to achieve.

“What should I say… the pain and struggle they have experienced, after all, it is not in vain!”

“What did you just say?”

When Marx whispered at the end, Kingsley didn’t hear it, and subconsciously asked. However, Marx did not say anything that he thought of later, only shook his head slightly.

“No, nothing.”

Although the so-called “followed certain training” was just carried out in his mind, but I thought that such highly targeted training would not be made by anyone. After all, how Barbé eventually trains is also determined by Marx.

And the problem is here – including Babrer, and other muggle awakened people who will definitely increase next, what kind of situation is it necessary to grow up?

If you just want them to help Marx and Herpo fight, then needless to say, it must be stronger and better.

But don’t forget, they are still the origin of the muggle, and even the guards of the muggle royal family. Even Marx hopes that the two sides can get along well, but the long-standing gap between the two is also a fundamental problem that people have to face.

“Even if tentatively is prematurely prepared… However, it is not a last resort, I don’t want to go to that step in the end!”

Marx hasn’t been watching Barbre’s performance, he just took a tube of reagent and shook it in front of his eyes, thinking in his heart.

And at this moment, with a little micro-microwave moving in the distance, a Blois Fort’s wizard suddenly appeared there and hurried to Marx.

“Mr. Mr. McLorne, Miss Pansy Parkinson took the initiative to contact us – this is the letter she wants us to hand over to you.”

“Parkinson?”

Marx reached for it and opened it to see it, and then couldn’t help but frowned.

“what happened?”

When Delphi saw it, he suddenly came over. Just waiting for her to see it, but could not help but a little indulge, and then never talked.

On the other hand, Kingsley is also curious as to what makes Marx look like that, but his character, naturally, will not take the initiative if Marx does not agree.

After waiting for them to be so silent for a while, Marx looked at Delphi and looked a bit more complicated:

“Malfoy that guy… um, no, Delphi, do you think I am wrong?”

“Of course not,” Delphi snorted, then looked up slightly and looked at Marx’s face firmly. “Although I personally may not agree with him, but I am, Malfoy is Malfoy, Dad… …Mr. MrLorne, of course, you will only be yourself. And I am more willing to believe Mr. McLorne than you believe in yourself.”

Marx listened to her saying that she couldn’t help but smile and yell at her nodded to express her gratitude for her unconditional trust. Then he repeated the letter paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

“This time, I really want to thank Miss Parkinson… Of course, there is Alexander the kid who helped her cover. Ok, we should go too… Babre, I think you are already tired, you don’t have to Continue to hold on – take a break and then learn how to use your willpower to master it!”

When the voice did not fall, he immediately disappeared with the original Delphi, and Kingsley and the Wizard of the Blois Fort who came to the letter immediately followed Disapparation.

Soon, on this hillside, only Babriel was left to sit on the ground and gasped for a big breath.

“But… this feeling is so good! The head will not hurt any more, and the thoughts will be able to summon the wind… the power of magic is really fascinating!”

He lay down on the grass that had been ravaged by the wind, his chest was undulating, but his mouth still could not help but sigh.

“wizard…?”