Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 91
"Oops, take it easy! This is Hogsmeade's century-old Qiaozhang, which has a long history!"

Arnock stood up quickly, this time he didn't deal with those flames with his bare hands, but took out a brown wand from his pocket, pointed at the big camphor tree, and waved it, all the out-of-control flames on the big camphor tree were captured by him. Pulling it into his magic wand, it gradually disappeared, and the big camphor tree had been burned until only dead branches remained.

That tyrannical flame was very domineering, and the temperature emitted made Mo Lin feel a little scared. He didn't understand how he could display such a terrible flame.

"Am I successful?"

Mo Lin asked uncertainly. After he unleashed these flames, the irritable aura in his body had disappeared. Although the flames were a little out of control just now, at least they withstood the rain. It was a pity for this big camphor tree.

"Successful fart, the big camphor tree is burned!"

Arnock ran to the camphor tree without a single leaf, poked the trunk lightly with his magic wand, and the bark was easily poked off a layer of ash by the magic wand.

"It's burnt through, I hope it can be saved."

Arnock squatted down and tapped the ground with his wand. After a while, a half-dead tree root gushed out of the ground, only the size of a thumb, and it was still smoking slightly, looking hot.

"Are my flames that powerful?" Mo Lin asked with some embarrassment.

"Your unlucky flame made it burn from the inside out, even the roots of the trees in the soil, and it's a good thing that there is such a small piece left."

Arnock struggled to take out a slender purple glass bottle from his pocket. The neck of the glass bottle was more than 30 centimeters long. I really didn't know what else was in that small pocket of Arnock. Thinking that he would try to learn the Infinite Stretch Mantra sometime, and give it to his pocket.

Arnock poured a few drops of purple potion from the slender glass bottle, and dripped it on the half-dead and charred tree root. The root cracked, and a little green sprout emerged, and then roots began to grow again, sinking into the tree. In the soil, a little bit of new branches began to emerge from the charred ash, and the leaves gradually stretched. In less than ten seconds, a large camphor tree had grown into shape.

"Fortunately, it's more tenacious, and it survived." Arnock stuffed the glass bottle into his pocket, put away his wand, and sat back on the chair.

Mo Lin looked at Arnock's pocket with great interest, and asked, "What kind of potion is this? How can it bring trees back to life?"

He learned in the herbal medicine class that some spells can regenerate withered plants, but most of the effects are limited, especially the camphor tree that was burned to the ground by Molin, which is usually a type of death sentence. No potion or spell could make it grow back, but Anok managed to make a tree root grow back, which is really extraordinary.

"This is a precious herb rejuvenation potion. It is brewed with the flames of the rebirth of the phoenix. You must know that the phoenix is ​​harder to control than the fire dragon. Back then I borrowed Deng...don't worry about it, just keep going, it's a waste of money." My potion!" Arnock was really distressed about his potion.

Mo Lin apologized, the temperature of his whole body had dropped, the rainwater would no longer be evaporated, and his clothes became wet again.This time he flicked his wand lightly, and the flames burst out again, but then with a "poof", the flames were extinguished by the rain again.

"Why don't you give me another drop?" Mo Lin said with a face full of hope.

Arnock hit Maureen with his cane.

"If you don't give it, you won't give it. Beating someone hurts feelings." Mo Lin muttered, but he didn't care whether the crutch was painless or not.

Maureen tried no less than fifty times, and each time the flame appeared, it was extinguished by the rain before it had time to grow into a big fireball. After about an hour, the small flame he summoned finally survived the rain .

Although the flame is only the size of a fingernail, like a dim candle, flickering in the wind and rain, shivering, and may be blown out at any time, he is still quite satisfied with the flame spell he practiced, at least he can summon it without fear Water fires up.

"Mr. Arnock, I've succeeded." Mo Lin turned around, only to find that Arnock was sitting on a chair snoring, and fell asleep from boredom.

Maureen woke up Anok, who yawned and asked sleepily, "Did it work?"

"Successful a little bit."

Maureen showed the small flame on the wand to Arnock, and he blushed a little. Compared with Arnock's free-wheeling firebird, his little flame looked too shabby.

Arnock stretched his waist, looked at the small flame on Molin's wand, and nodded slightly: "Yes, I thought I would have to sleep until the evening before you could succeed. It exceeded expectations. Practice more, and after this time, you will be able to succeed with others." If you fight, your fire magic will not suffer."

Maureen flicked his wand, the flame rose slightly, then weakened again, and then he asked: "Mr. Arnock, why do you always talk about fighting with others? In this age, the original intention of us learning magic should not be It's fighting, isn't it?"

At school, most of the magic they learn are transfiguration and spells that are useful in life, such as folding spells, levitation spells, turning pens into spoons for emergency use, etc. In addition to teaching everyone how to deal with black magic in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Others rarely involve combat.

Arnock said casually: "Prevent it before it happens! Who knows if there is an undercurrent under the surface of peace! I only taught you magic because I thought you were pleasing to the eye. From now on, I will come to study with me every week, and I will be free Do it, pass the time."

"Then what if I have something to do on the weekend? You know, my school also has some homework to complete." Mo Lin said.

Arnock reached into his pocket for a long time and took out two palm-sized pieces of parchment. The parchment looked very smooth. He handed one of the parchments to Mo Lin and said, "If you come , just use this to inform me that you write on parchment, and I can see it here."

Arnock took out the pen again, and drew a grimace on his parchment, and then the parchment in Molin's hand suddenly trembled, which startled Molin, and he saw a face appearing on his parchment. grimace.

"Yes, I haven't used this kind of thing for a long time, but it still works." Anok put away the pen with satisfaction.

"What if the parchment is full?"

Mo Lin searched in his pocket. He also brought a pen. He also tried to write his name on the parchment. The parchment on Arnock's side also shook violently, reminding that someone had received a letter. Then the same words appeared on Arnock's parchment.

"After writing, you can use the magic wand to draw it, and the handwriting will disappear automatically." Anok explained.

Maureen put away the parchment, and then said: "Then Mr. Arnocker, can you tell me now, where is Sir Cadogan's home?"

Arnock stood up, flexed his muscles, blinked his clear blue eyes playfully, and said, "I've already told you, the Screaming Shack outside Hogsmeade!"

"But last time you said it wasn't there!" Mo Lin looked puzzled.

"Did I say that? I just told you not to trust strangers." Arnock yawned, and then said, "The only remaining descendant of Sir Cadogan died five or sixty years ago. It's an empty house. You're going to explore haunted houses or something, go yourself! I'm leaving."

"And what about my eyes—"

laugh!
There was a loud explosion in the air, and Anok had disappeared in place.

"Who told you not to apparate in Hogsmeade last time!" Molin couldn't help muttering.

(End of this chapter)