HP Magic Biography

"Don't worry, I don't want you to die so easily." Fanlin said, "At least, not now."

Fanlin took a sip of tea gently.

"Not now?" Tefrey said, he seemed to have heard some funny joke, but it made him a little bit unable to laugh.

Vampires call themselves nobles, and naturally they have to maintain an elegant posture when eating.

However, this cup of dragon blood is a bit too ugly to drink.

"Uh, I diluted it with water, and, you know, the dragon blood I can buy is generally used for magic experiments, so it should be quite different from what you usually drink."

Well, this pretense is very complete, anyway Fanlin really likes it.

Tefrey's face was a little embarrassed, and he believed that the kid in front of him really believed in evil.

This can no longer be described as ugly. It is hard to imagine that when Tefrey used his fangs to draw blood, he was blocked by some magical plants.

This feeling is almost like being a vampire's newborn partner with a Vatican...

"Let's say, what are you here for? Humiliate me?"

"There are some, this is considered revenge." Fanlin did not conceal the slightest.

This made Tefrey feel that Fanlin was a little bit tough. He was still a shrewd and even enchanting little wizard just now, but in a blink of an eye, facing him, he turned into a stunned man.

The gap in this transition gave Tefrey a feeling of powerlessness.

How long has he not been angry?

ten years? Twenty years?

The hot blood can't arouse Tefrey's heart. It can be said that there is no fluctuation in Tefrey's heart, and some even want MMP...

"Don't look at me like this, don't you know how much trouble you have caused me?" Fanlin shrugged, as if he was sitting in Hagrid's cabin instead of forbearing. Office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Trouble..." Tefrey sneered. "If you are not so troublesome, I don't think I need to be so troublesome."

"I know what you want." Fanlin said, "full of active Harry Potter blood?"

Tefrey didn't speak, he just stared at Fanlin's face with an ugly expression, as if he wanted to see something.

Voldemort didn't even talk to him about the specific method of resurrection, but the most important thing was his old enemy.

"Perhaps..." Tefrey was like eating a slug, and the elegance on his face had long been destroyed by Fanlin.

"But how did you know, he didn't even tell me clearly."

"Bone Resurrection Art." Fanlin said softly, "A very interesting magic."

"interesting?"

"Yeah, it's interesting." Fanlin said, a trace of black air gradually emerged from the originally aqua-blue pupils.

"Boneofthefather, unkglygiven, yy.!"

Fanlin's voice seemed to come from hell, like a whisper in a deep sleep.

Tefrey's face became extremely solemn.

"Fleshoftheservantglygiven, yeviveyter!"

"Bftheenemy, fytakenyesurrectyourfoe!"

When the last spell was chanted from Fanlin's mouth, a layer of shiny black swallowed Fanlin's pupils in an instant.

Fanlin's eyes were like the deepest gloom, and Tefrey's eyes turned to black unconsciously, it was like being drawn into another world.

With the black altar, withered bones, broken limbs and patches of blood, a pale figure was born in the mud.

Hairless, snake eyes, snake nose, black gauze...

"This is the Bone Resurrection Technique." Fanlin sighed softly, as if to disperse all the darkness accumulated all the time.

"Suddenly I felt that we were planned to be dark creatures that still didn't fit our identity. We can only say that this black magic is crazy enough."

"Crazy?" Fanlin thought of the magic book he had seen in Nicole May, the altar, the blood sacrifice of thousands of people...

This is a wizard, if you change to a Muggle, I don’t know...

"I think it's nothing, it can only show that your level of black magic is not strong enough." Fanlin chuckled lightly.

"I believe that you vampires also have this kind of magic, which is performed through sacrifice. You must know that your power comes from blood."

"You seem to understand this." There was a dangerous light in Tefrey's eyes.

"I am a disciple of Nicole May, but I am still very curious, what exactly did your ancestors ask Mr. Tony Le May to refine the sealed compass for ~ www.readwn.com~ even the inheritance ring Here..."

Fanlin chuckled, and a dark red ring was suddenly placed on his left hand.

"This is not something you can control."

"On the contrary." Fanlin said that the magic that he recently practiced, for you, do you want to experience it in advance? "

Fan Lin's finger gently stroked the blood red ring, he knew a lot about the magic of the blood race.

"Very interested, otherwise, I still think this ring should be returned to my hand."

"Want to do it?" Fanlin said suddenly. "With your current body?"

"If it's for it, it's enough." Tefrey said, his hand almost appeared phantom, Fanlin only noticed a dark red trace across the space and went straight to his left hand.

"Sorry, I'm going to disappoint you." Fanlin snorted coldly, his left hand squeezed, and Tefrey's body seemed to have been subjected to a powerful hold technique.

Tefrey's body stopped, and veins burst out under his pale skin, and his body immediately turned bright red, looking like Ron was angry.

"I persuaded you." Fanlin laughed, "With your current body, it is impossible to resist me. Therefore, you have no room for negotiation with me."

Tefrey's body couldn't move. Suddenly, a trace of blood flowed out of Tefrey's eyes. Where is the most vulnerable position, just like humans, the vampire's eyes cannot be protected by half.

Fan Lin smiled happily.

Fanlin didn't have the slightest pity for this guy who caused him to suffer.

Since he chose to break away from the category of humans, naturally, treating non-human dark creatures, such things as kindness, seems not very suitable. .

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