Aphasia at Hogwarts

When Guan Qiong woke up, the sun outside had already risen to its highest point.

The fiery breath lingered in the entire room through the window, making him feel a little stuffy.

After a big stretch, Guan Qiong got up and washed, while thinking about what to do today.

The business of the bar is not so good every day, and it is not every day that he needs to do things.

For example, today, he can take a day off and do some things of his own.

Boss Tom probably has already opened the door to connect with some regular customers. There are also cocktails he prepared yesterday at the bar, which can last the day.

Standing in front of the window, Guan Qiong took a deep breath of the noon air, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

Sleeping until noon, it really is a life only on vacation.

Simply settling the lunch problem with the food in the bar, Guan Qiong didn't choose to go out, but went back to the room.

There is nothing to do outside, why not continue practicing magic.

Guan Qiong snapped his fingers, closed the window, and the whole room was plunged into darkness. Then as Guan Qiong rubbed his fingers, scattered light spots flew out from between his fingers like stars and spread on the ceiling.

He looked at his right hand, the right hand was closed, and the magic power gushed out to form a magic power circuit. The condensed crown, the flowing river, and the transpiring mist were formed instantly, and the three states began to cycle.

Under Guan Qiong's control, the crown expanded from the very middle, forming a cavity that wrapped his right hand, and then, the flame burst out.

Crimson flames appeared from Guan Qiong's right hand, as if wearing a glove made of flames, and his hand existed in the flames without feeling any heat.

But the flame only existed for three seconds before it began to flutter and sway, and the heat began to dissipate to the surroundings uncontrollably. Even if Guan Qiong used all his attention and covered his eyes with a silver light, it had no effect.

Guan Qiong flicked his right hand helplessly, and the flame quickly dissipated in the air without leaving any traces.

The silver light in his eyes also dissipated, revealing the fatigue hidden underneath, but the fatigue also slowly disappeared after Guan Qiong took a few deep breaths.

The flame spell casted silently and without a wand is too difficult to control. Without the stabilizer of the wand, Guan Qiong can only last for three seconds at most. began to escape.

This is far from the effect of Flame Bella, even though his use of the flame spell has far surpassed other little wizards and even some adult wizards.

Guan Qiong rubbed her chin, and decided to try again when she felt her spirit recovered a bit.

As he clapped his hands to the middle, a silver light appeared in his eyes, and the magic power circuit was formed in an instant, and then began to spread with his control.

In the first second, crimson flames appeared from the hands, spread from the wrists to the arms, and quickly reached the shoulders.

In the second second, the flame continued to extend, passed upwards through the collarbone, touched his chin, and went all the way downwards, covering his entire upper body like a flood.

In the third second, flames engulfed his entire body. The red flames wrapped around his black hair and danced like seaweed. Laugh, and the flames form a big smiley face.

In the fourth second, Guan Qiong separated his hands quickly, and all the flames scattered outwards, as if exploding from the middle. Fortunately, Guan Qiong controlled the magic power circuit in time so that they did not explode completely, but dissipated directly in the air, so that there was no spark. Burn everything else in the room.

He panted heavily, propped his arms on the desk, and sat down slowly, with lingering fatigue in his eyes.

Sure enough, it was still too reluctant. Although it covered the whole body, it couldn't keep it going.

Guan Qiong shook her head helplessly, it seems that she still has to be a three-second flame man for a while.

But he is not discouraged. Compared to when he just left Hogwarts a month ago, he has improved a lot. At that time, his silent and wandless spellcasting only had the Illumination Curse, which is not like now, except for the Fire Curse. , others are mastered.

As long as he is given some more time, he believes that he can definitely reach the level of Flame Bella, and if he keeps practicing, he might even reach the level of Avenger Laval.

It's just that he still hasn't been able to figure out how Laval's effect of turning the flames into reality is achieved, and he can't find the direction of practice for a while.

Fortunately, the time is still long, he is only thirteen years old, and he still has a lot of time to learn slowly.

After recovering, Guan Qiong no longer tried the flame spell, but turned to look at another thing on the desk.

a tape recorder.

wreckage.

It was a pocket cassette tape recorder, very small, a bit like the one used by Xingjue in the movie Guan Qiong watched in his previous life, but it was more simple.

Guan Qiong bought it through some connections, and then disassembled it to practice magic.

He stretched out his right hand, aimed at the tape recorder, and turned his five fingers counterclockwise.

Repaired as before.

The repair spell was activated by Guan Qiong, and the wreckage of the tape recorder in front of him began to change, but under Guan Qiong's control, it did not recover immediately.

Like rewinding, the last part to be removed floats up, and then the penultimate part floats up, and the two parts are spliced ​​together.

And then, the third part, the fourth part.

The whole scene is like rewinding and slowing down, and the tape recorder started its resurrection in a slow way.

But when one-third of the progress was made, the progress of the repair was stuck, and Guan Qiong's eyes had already been covered with silver light.

He let out a heavy breath, put his right hand down helplessly, and the tape recorder, which had been repaired to a third, fell to the desk, making a crackling sound, and scattered a few parts.

One-third, it has improved a bit.

Guan Qiong thought in her heart that she could only maintain a quarter of it before.

After moving her shoulders, Guan Qiong didn't continue. She stretched out her left hand and snapped her fingers. The magic power surged out instantly, and all the parts of the recorder moved instantly, repairing and splicing in the air at an astonishing speed. A brand new tape recorder appeared in front of Guan Qiong.

Press the play button of the tape recorder, and a melodious violin music is played, wandering in the whole room like a lost elf.

He snapped his fingers again, and the window of the room opened. At this time, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the midsummer wind blew across the streets of London, bringing the aroma of black tea.

Guan Qiong leaned back on the chair. He didn't have the habit of drinking afternoon tea, but at this point of time, it was obviously more suitable for reading than continuing to practice magic.

A book half as thick as the city wall floated to Guan Qiong from the side, flipping to the previous position.

A Year with the Yeti of Tibet, by Gilderoy Lockhart.

The prototype of the tape recorder was the Walkman (TPS——L2) launched by SONY Corporation of Japan in 1979.