Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 75 I Believe in Miracles

Allen looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him in a daze.

He subconsciously clenched the wand in his hand, which had become a habit.

Call ~
When fear strikes, you can always trust magic.

Because it is the light of miracle that comes from within you.

Allen raised his wand, and a high-pitched cry sounded like a dragon and a horse.

The miraculous brilliance condensed on the end of the pitch-black stick, like the first ray of dawn piercing through the deep night, so bright that people around couldn't help squinting their eyes slightly.

"Funny."

This time casting the spell, Allen obviously felt the difference. He not only felt his own magic power, but also felt the flow of outside magic power.

so true.

In the brilliance of magic, ordinary illusions are shattered.

The old Hogwarts has returned to his world.

The world came to life again.

Because he believed in miracles.

A miracle is the beginning of magic.

Motes of dust vibrated around him in an orderly manner, and Alan's spirit spread involuntarily.

The brilliance of magic turned into wonderful rune symbols, wrapping him, complex and orderly.

"This is?" Allen asked subconsciously.

Isis, who was standing beside him, saw everything clearly. After she was shocked, a smile appeared on her face again.

"Congratulations, you have completed the magic resonance for the first time, this is the beginning of advanced magic."

Magic Resonance...
Allen has been in contact with the source of magic, and even received brief feedback from it, but this is the first time he has experienced magical resonance.

His mind went back to the scene of Mrs. Weasley working her magic at the Shack.

The surrounding environment seems to be an extension of her magic source, manpower is limited, but the world is infinite.

This is the entry ticket for advanced spells.

Just as Allen was thinking, the brilliance of magic gradually dissipated.

The little wizards looked at the scene in the middle of the classroom in shock.

Gone was the Muggle office, replaced by two comical figures facing each other, looking as if they were fighting.

One of them is gray-haired, wearing a cute piggy pajamas, with a pink bow tie on the silver-white beard hanging down his chest, and holding a sword made of salted fish in his hand.

It was the principal Dumbledore they were familiar with, the greatest white wizard of this century.

Even the lion cubs who respected Dumbledore the most couldn't help laughing.

But when they saw the other person clearly, the laughter was stuck in their throats again, like a duck being choked.

The other party was wearing a light green snake pajamas and a girly blue wig, holding a magic wand made of French sticks in his hand.

Although it is a little different from the image in the newspaper.

But everyone recognized who he was.

Noseless Tom!

"Mystery man?!"

Dordoni almost groaned the word out of his throat, this was his worst class, seeing two things he least wanted to see in one morning.

"Ahhhh~" some little wizards screamed and were speechless.

Isis frowned slightly, tapped the wardrobe with her wand, and took the Boggart back.

The quality of students in this class was worse than she had imagined.

"Quiet."

Isis suppressed the screams of the little wizards with the amplifying spell, "This is just something that the Boggart conjured up."

"Honestly, you've let me down."

"Just yesterday, I used the same method to teach, but the Ravenclaw students recognized the Boggart immediately, while you are as ignorant as ordinary people who are exposed to magic for the first time."

Then she smiled and turned to look at Alan who was in deep thought, "Fortunately, there is a real spellcaster among you, Mr. Stuart, can you introduce how you identified the Boggart just now?"

Allen raised his head and said seriously, "I believe in miracles, and miracles are the beginning of magic."

Although Allen answered something irrelevant, Isis's eyes lit up and she repeated, "A miracle is the beginning of magic..."

"Well said, 10 points for Gryffindor."

In the next class, the little wizards stepped forward one by one, learning how to cast spells even when facing their deepest fears.

Allen, on the other hand, has been studying his own attribute panel.

Pokémon Trainer: Alan Stuart

Spirit: 21
Constitution: 6
Titles: Apprentice Trainer, A Born of Gryffindor, The Righteous

Talent: Elementary Charisma

Skills: Energy Block Making LV1, Potion LV2, Alchemy LV2, Flying Kick LV1, Hand Knife LV1, Cosmic Energy LVmax, Electromagnetic Cannon LVmax, Armor Curse LV2, Flip LV3, Levitation Curse LV2, Repair Curse LV3, Unlocking Curse LV3, Lighting Curse LV3, Obstacles LV3, Spider Walking LV2, Dragon Power LV2, Forgetting Curse LV2, All Curses LV2, Patronus Curse LV1
Pokémon: Charmander, Nixie, Ghost, Lucky Egg
Today's remaining battles: 0

Gold: 1025
Store items: wound medicine x5, antidote x5, normal elf ball x4, master ball x1, small wishing star fragment
His spiritual attribute has increased by 3 points again, which indicates that he has once again completed some kind of soul and spiritual transformation.

What surprised Alan even more was that all his spells had been upgraded by one level, and even the Patronus Charm that he had contacted recently, which had no clue at all, was inexplicably increased by one level.

It would be great if I waited until I learned more about the spell before completing this transformation, Allen thought greedily.

But then he was relieved.

This kind of magical resonance opportunity is rare, it is completely the sublimation of the soul brought about by the wizard's belief and spiritual transformation, most wizards will never encounter this kind of opportunity in their lifetime.

The reason why Allen was able to meet it was just the result of the collision between his "past life" and "this life".

No wonder in Chinese mythology, gods always like to use Huangliang Yimeng to awaken mortals.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Allen wanted to pack up his things, go to the Room of Requirement to meditate, and observe the difference in the soul, but was stopped by Isis.

The little wizards of Slytherin filed out of the classroom with gloomy faces.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was really bad.

They don't want to be here for another second.

In the hallway, a little Slytherin wizard with a back comb and pure golden hair is obviously the core. He patted Dordoni who was still in a daze beside him, "Don't worry, what you were facing just now was the illusion of a dementor, and what was that little mudblood facing?"

He raised his voice so that everyone around him could hear, "A bunch of Muggles at work? How ridiculous!"

Then his voice was dark, with a smile.

"However, it is true for that Mudblood. If he is allowed to return to the Muggle world, I am afraid it will be the greatest punishment. He also shamelessly said that he believes in magic, and magic is something he does not deserve to have."

Edward Roll tapped his palm with his wand, as if he was thinking about something, he said to his companions around him.

"It's been said that the 'born Gryffindor' is most worried about a bunch of Muggles who don't have magic, which is the best joke in the wizarding world-but it also matches his humble blood."

There was wanton laughter from the surrounding Slytherins.

Judy's lips were waxy, and she wanted to help Alan refute, but she could only lower her eyelids to cover the brilliance in her eyes.

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