But it's not okay if you don't explain it.

You can't just stand like this on a cold day.

I could only stand up behind my mother in embarrassment.

"Braun, go back, the danger hasn't been lifted yet!"

Mr. Foley scolds.

Dissatisfied with his son's reckless behavior.

"Father, if you guessed correctly, there should be no dark wizard ......."

"No, what are you talking nonsense?

Who made that huge snow claw?".

Mr. Foley looked nervously around as he whispered to Braun.

Braun was a little embarrassed:

"Well, I actually made that snowhand. "

"What? Braun's joke isn't funny. "

Mr. Weasley said with a frown.

Little wizard bragging seems normal to them.

After all, that's how they came over.

What outwits the fire dragon.

Punch the Dark Wizard.

He was selected by the national Quidditch team, but gave up because he was reluctant to leave his parents.

These are all too normal.

Even when they heard it, they all laughed and passed.

But this is not the case.

It's about the lives of all people.

As Braun's uncle.

He decided to educate the child well after solving this matter.

"Really! I'm not lying. "

"Oh, tell me how you use such powerful magic?"

Mr. Weasley said nonchalantly as he surveyed his surroundings.

"Ron just fell out of the sky. I thought to myself, catch him catch him, catch him. Then the snowflakes turned into palms to catch Ron. It's like this!".

As he spoke, Braun thought back to what he had just felt.

I don't know if these snowflakes are impregnated by Braun's magic or if Braun is really a genius.

As the magic power around them surged, everyone seemed to feel that the speed at which the snowflakes were falling became slower and slower.

The snowhand that appeared just now reappears.

It's a lot smaller, but it's undoubtedly the same as the one just now.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, do you see it?Fred?".

"Of course, George!

The twin brother has a big mouth open.

Watch the huge palms rise.

Mrs. Foley was also shocked by her own son.

The wand in his hand didn't know when it would hang down.

"I, I'm not lying!".

It was still too much for Braun to maintain such a large creation.

When he was about to lose his power, Braun decisively cut off the mana output.

Anyway, looking at everyone's surprised expressions, you know that they believe it.

Then it becomes useless to maintain this magic.

In an instant, the snow-white palm collapsed.

A snowflake splashes on the ground.

Braun, who nearly fell, was held up by his father.

But his face was still frighteningly white.

Use mana three times in a row.

This is indeed too much of a burden for a child who has just awakened his magic.

If it weren't for Braun's being a traverser, his soul would be stronger.

If it were an ordinary child, he would have fainted a long time ago.

"It's okay, Dad. I'm just a little out of strength. "

Braun, who had regained some strength, broke away from his father's hand.

In fact, he didn't expect to succeed.

Isn't it said that magic is uncontrollable without a wand?

What is the situation now?

"Silently?".

Silence is an ability that falls under the category of black magic.

To put it simply, it doesn't require a wand spell to make your wishes come true.

But the disadvantages are also obvious.

Uncontrollable, the mana consumption is huge.

It's a little similar to Braun's situation right now.

Mr. Foley has not shaken off the shock he had just shaken.

Excited and at the same time with some seriousness:

"Braun, my son.

To be honest, I didn't expect your magic to be so powerful!

I'm so proud of you.

But kid, you have to promise that you can't use magic at will in the future.

It's dangerous.

Magic that is not controlled by a wand is like an out-of-control beast, which does not distinguish between friend and foe.

So, promise me?".

Looking at his father's serious expression, Braun nodded:

"Of course, father. I'm not going to mess around. "

"Good. Look at the way you look and you're tired today. Dom!".

A female house-elf dressed in a pink curtain appears in front of Braun.

"What do you have to tell your master?".

"Take the young master back to the bedroom and use the phantom to move. "

"Nice hosts. "

The house-elf first respectfully replied to Braun's request.

Then the palm of his hand pressed against Braun's body.

With a twist of space.

Braun appeared in his bedroom.

"Dom, why do I feel like your phantom migration is different from my father's?

I didn't feel sick. "

It's not like he hasn't experienced phantom migration.

To be honest, it doesn't feel very good.

Every time there was a feeling of weightlessness and nausea.

It's like motion sickness.

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