A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

Unieff easily tore the page full of words from the notebook, and in the process of tearing it made a very clear and pleasant "tear tear" sound, as if the page itself couldn't wait to be torn. Same.

Then, he tore the page in half, folded it together, tore it in half, and folded it again...

As the number of layers increases, the tearing sound becomes smaller and smaller, and when the tearing sound reaches a certain level, the paper can no longer be torn.

So be it.

Unieff put the stack of scraps on the table lightly and took a deep breath.

It's impossible to say that you're not nervous or uneasy. What if he just doesn't have magic power.

Moreover, without a magic wand, even if he has magic power, he may not be able to succeed.

But these two small dust-like thoughts just flashed in my heart for a moment, and they were suppressed by the will like a mountain.

Try it, you must try it!

If you don't try, your life will just stay where you are!

He gently spit out the air that had circulated in a circle in his abdomen, recalling the trajectory of the healing spell taught by Hindleich in his mind.

Compared to Hermione, his memory was undoubtedly better, so he remembered it more clearly.

Starting, finishing, every curl, every bend, and even the different speeds of a stroke across different positions, it is as if returning to that scene vividly.

Even if he wants to, it is not impossible to play 0.5 times the slow speed on the visual cortex of the brain.

Obviously, in terms of precision, he was absolutely able to reproduce the trajectory drawn by Hindleich at that time 100%.

This is actually not the norm.

It's the result of his ultra-precise observation and study of 360 degrees in all directions without dead ends in the form of a night watchman.

But in general, this kind of thing is far from impossible.

It can be said that it is the product of the right time and place.

But even so, if it's just a simple memory, it won't activate the trajectory of the repairing spell.

Also need to focus.

If memory is to confirm whether there is such a thing in one's brain bank, then concentration is to take this thing out of the brain bank and put it in front of you.

Moreover, as the concentration progresses, the trajectory will become clearer and brighter, and the consciousness attached to the trajectory will feel smoother.

It's like filling the uneven gravel road with cement, or laying a railroad track between the starting point and the ending point.

Unsurprisingly, it went very smoothly.

Or in other words, it really went too smoothly.

At the moment when the trajectory outline is completed, the time and the picture are frozen here.

Unieff saw an incomparably dazzling golden light burst out from the beginning of the trajectory along the curve, and his attached consciousness was like a jet supersonic roller coaster when he was riding downhill, and he deeply experienced a sense of super speed. .

Afterwards, I saw that golden light became more and more arrogant, and suddenly drowned the so-called trajectory, and it seemed like golden magma spurted out from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely powerful force surged in the body, and it rolled up a huge wave in an instant like a great wave that has not been encountered in a thousand years.

Time and pictures finally began to flow.

I saw pieces of shredded paper flying out of the stack of paper, quickly splicing into a complete page in the air, and turning around in the air, as if a lost child in the mall was looking for his parents, but the next second It was inserted into the place where the notebook was torn before.

Repaired as before.

If it were just that, then everything would be perfect.

Not only did he prove that he had magical powers, but it was conceivable that Hogwarts, which recorded the magical powers, would soon send an envelope notifying admission.

But this power seems to have been accumulated for too long, like a stone monkey who has accumulated an unknown amount of sun essence and moon essence, jumping out of the stone, and suddenly it is earth-shattering!

I saw that everything in the bedroom was being repaired with every effort.

The chipped pieces of paint on the edge of the wall fluttered back to the wall and ceiling like a butterfly flapping its wings.

The iron bed that I don't know how many years old is humming, and the desk that is also old is squeaking, as if the old man is trying his best to straighten his back.

The cracked areas of the blanket were quickly woven together, and the patches on the clothes and trousers were completely invisible.

In addition, the most items in the room are the stacks of old books, magazines and newspapers, not to mention that the covers have been removed from wrinkles and cracks, and the folded and curled headers and footers of each page are like Brows stretched out.

Before Yuneevo could marvel at this miraculous scene, he heard the sound of "Wow", "What'sup" and "Jesus" coming from outside the bedroom. shout!

He opened the door and saw all kinds of messy pieces of paper, wood, wall, and plastic flying around in the corridor.

When I ran to the stairs, I found that the original convex and concave parts of the stone stairs were being filled with sand and gravel to make it smooth.

Going down to the foyer, I saw that the cracks on the black and white tiles on the ground were closing together.

All the children were screaming, their clothes, trousers, books, stationery, and toys were all becoming as new as ever.

If it's just that, it doesn't seem to matter.

After all, it was the first time in his life that his magical power exploded, so it was understandable that he was a little stronger.

But there was a lot of people outside!

Yunefu immediately turned around, passed through the gate as nimble and fast as a water snake like a water snake among the surprised and confused children~www.readwn.com~ came to the yard, and saw pieces of debris on the ground like ash The fog generally rushed over the surface of the house, like a backward waterfall.

When I came to the street, I saw the facade, the road, the street lights, the bicycles, the carriages, and the cars, all changing their luster.

What's even more outrageous is that the few buildings in the distance are being demolished, or demolished a little, or demolished in half, or demolished to the buildings with only skeletons left.

Countless masonry and rubble fluttered around the main body of the steel bar like a tornado, and changed and reorganized as quickly as a Transformer.

More and more people came to the street, more and more, some looked at this crazy world at a loss, and some danced like a psychotic episode.

"Is this a miracle?" Yunevo heard a voice ask.

"It's the devil!" he heard another voice reply.

If this is the case, whether it is a miracle or a devil, the problem of a street, I believe that the experienced Ministry of Magic will be able to properly handle it.

But this noise was so loud that the whole world was boiling, like a thousand needles, it stimulated the nerves of Yunevo and made him understand that it was more than that.

He turned sharply and rushed towards where he came from, passing through the iron gate, through the courtyard, through the foyer, jumping up the steps, up the stairs like the wind, to the second, third, fourth, and top floors of the rooftop. .

It's too late to care about the fierce sunshine, the roaring wind, and the roaring voices.

He only looked around, and as far as his eyes could see, at least two or three blocks from the orphanage as the center, were all this maddening scene that was exciting, painful, exciting, and depressing enough to subvert the worldview of ordinary people in this life. .

Who would have thought that, just a few minutes ago, Unieff just wanted to give it a try!