HP Magic Biography

　　 Following Dumbledore out of the door of Snape's office, Fanlin couldn't wait to start his question.

　　 "Professor Dumbledore, are Harry and the others okay? Why don't they follow?"

　　 "Oh, of course there is no problem, but they made a mistake. Even if we have decided not to expel them, the necessary punishment is still indispensable."

　　 "All right, but why do you say I don't need to study with Professor Snape for a long time?"

"Oh, about this question." Dumbledore said as he walked, "You just need some theoretical filling now. As for the remaining time, you should use a lot of practice to supplement it. Moreover, Professor Snape still He has his research to do!"

　　 "Okay." Fanlin nodded, indeed even with Snape, more time was just a lot of practice for the spell.

　　 "I think you must be hungry, we need to speed up." Dengbriduo patted Fanlin's shoulder, and in a blink of an eye, the two came to the door of the hall.

　　 "You go in, I think we are going to leave."

　　 Fanlin nodded, and Dumbledore disappeared beside him.

　　 Although the use of phantom shifting is prohibited in the school, this kind of regulation only affects some people, and Dumbledore and his grandmother are obviously not in the scope of restriction.

　　 pushed the door open a gap and slipped in carefully. The hall was still very lively, and it seemed that the Sorting had ended, because Fanlin had not seen the Sorting Hat.

　　 Dumbledore did not know when he returned to his seat, and seeing Fanlin coming in, Dumbledore also symbolically held the glass of wine.

　　 "Really..." Fanlin shook his head helplessly. Except when he was dealing with things, Dumbledore was mostly the kind of people who behaved strangely.

　　 Passing through Gryffindor's long table, Fanlin took care of him all the way, filling in many new faces he didn't know, and looking at Hermione's position, Fanlin wanted to sit there.

　　 Suddenly, Fanlin discovered a very fatal problem. After he was in a coma, he did not write to Hermione for the entire vacation. He was not sure if Hermione would kill him.

　　 "Hey... hello... Hermione! Neville." Fanlin stood at the table and scratched his head. Neville, who was sitting opposite, gave Fanlin a place.

　　 "Thank you, Neville."

　　 "No...nothing, Fanlin. How was your vacation?" Neville was still so timid, but it was much better than the first year.

"Oh, that's it. I spent a long time in China, which is quite rewarding. Although I lay down for a while." After Fanlin finished speaking, he glanced at Hermione secretly, but Hermione was still like that. Ignored him.

　　 "Lying for a while?" Neville smelled puzzledly.

　　 "Well, yes, that was a very exciting experience. But it's nothing, it's all okay. And because of this, my magic power has increased a bit."

　　 "Fanlin, you are too good." Neville looked at Fanlin with envy. "By the way, there are rumors that your grandma is the dean of the Chinese Nine Immortals Academy. Is it true after all." The gossip fire was blazing in Neville's eyes.

　　 "Uh... it's grandma, Neville. My mother is Chinese..." Fanlin had to put down the cake in his hand. "Because of this, I was able to spend my holiday in China, which is just learning in the past."

"I'm miserable..." Neville seemed to have been really hurt. "I have been forced by my grandma to practice all kinds of magic throughout the holiday, and my uncle asked me how to play the treasure, if my uncle Knowing that Chuibao didn't find it until the day before school started, I had to be beaten by him."

　　 "Uh, it's hard for you, Neville..." Fanlin was ashamed, but now he didn't want to listen to Neville's complaint, but there was a big trouble waiting for him.

　　 "H...Hermione, how did you spend your vacation...?" Fanlin asked cautiously.

　　 "Humph." Hermione snorted heavily, and kept poking the butter cake in front of her with her fork, which made Fanlin feel terrified.

　　 "That...Hermione, I..."

　　 Hermione raised her head suddenly, Fanlin saw the long cold light glowing from the fork in Hermione's hand, it must be very painful to poke her.

　　 "I, I disappeared for a reason..." Fanlin said hurriedly. He didn't want to be poked by Hermione with that cold fork.

　　 "Shut up." Hermione pointed at Fanlin with a fork. "Your behavior of disappearing inexplicably like this is very bad, Mr. Fanlin El, and you don't need to explain anything to me."

　　 "I, I was wrong, Hermione..." Fanlin lowered his head. He felt that now unconditionally admitting his mistakes was the only chance to survive.

　　 "No, you're right, Mr. Fanlin El, you, and the two Harry Potter who have been missing until now, and the idiot Ron Veles, you are all right."

　　 "Don't say that, Hermione, I have a reason~www.readwn.com~ Fanlin lowered his head and looked resigned.

　　 "Oh?" Hermione laughed instead, "You? Could it be that less than a month after the holiday, your grandmother became Harry's terrible uncle and was locked up?"

　　 "..." Fanlin was speechless for a while, and sure enough, the person in an angry state had no reason to speak with him.

　　 "Listen to me, Hermione, I was attacked on my way back to London, and then I fell into a coma."

　　 "What?" Hermione yelled as if she didn't hear her clearly, but her expression was still quite nervous.

Fanlin unreservedly dragged all his journeys during this holiday to Hermione. Of course, regarding the horror of Foo, Fanlin didn't explain to Hermione. She must worry for nothing.

　　 Fanlin only described this experience as a strange and magical creature, and the spiritual energy radiated unintentionally caused damage to Fanlin.

　　 After listening to Fanlin's description with a nervous expression, Hermione relaxed, after all, there was no substantial harm.

　　 "Really, you are not careful, how could you get injured in the Nine Immortals Academy, and it is still a direct mental shock." Hermione complained and complained. For Fanlin's inexplicable disappearance, Hermione also forgave Fanlin.

　　 "By the way, what happened to Harry and Ron, why haven't they come back yet?" Hermione frowned, and the party was almost over, but the two of Harry had not yet returned.

　　 "Wait a minute, when I go back to the Gryffindor common room and tell you, I'm almost starving..." Fanlin's mouth was full of food.

　　 Seeing this, Hermione had to let him go for a while, frowning and handing a glass of juice to Fanlin.