Harry Potter's Dharma

Sensing that Ashes had calmed down, Zheng Fan injected his magic power into the sword. Purple flames rose, full of deadly temptation and lethality.

"Fan, were you talking to the sword just now?" Hina asked.

When she said this, her eyes were filled with worry. Like all normal wizards, Hina did not like objects with independent consciousness because every object with independent consciousness in history could only bring bad luck to its owner.

"Yes, I was talking to the sword. But to be precise, I was talking to the soul in the sword. There is a soul from the religious war, the kind that was burned to death … You know that right?

With her around, our trip to the battlefield ruins might be more interesting. "

Hina was stunned. "0777", "A soul that was burned to death … Fan, your courage is indeed different from ordinary people. If it were me, I would definitely not bring along such a resentful soul just for fun."

"Actually, I did not want to bring it. The soul in the sword is a loli. I, Zheng Fan, am a true lolicon …

"I have already called the police," Hina said expressionlessly.

After a few casual words, Zheng Fan began to test the sword. He had been in downtown Paris, so he could not take out a short sword on the street. Now that he was in the wilderness, it did not matter.

The wilderness was a great place. Not only could he play with the sword, but he could also … Ahem.

Zheng Fan took a deep breath. Although the sword was more than one meter long, it was actually mostly made of energy. He randomly drew and poked the sword. Hina was speechless. Although her master was strong in magic combat, he seemed to be a little weak in close combat.

Seeing Hina's expression, Zheng Fan was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he said in a serious tone, "My sword, does it look messy?"

Hina nodded awkwardly.

"Haha."

Zheng Fan sneered. "That's right. I am in the process of creating my own sword art. When my Dugu Nine Swords is completed, even the Sword Immortal Deng Buduo will not be able to defeat me!"

"What the hell is Dugu Nine Swords?

Let's not talk about the fact that this is not your own sword art … How can you name your sword art before creating it?

And who was Deng Boluo!

Forcing the name of Dumbledore to come from the East? "

Hina was shocked by Zheng Fan's shameless speech. She subconsciously responded with a series of complaints.

"Hmph … What do you know about the affairs of scholars?" Zheng Fan snorted coldly.

"Didn't you come here for Swordsman?" Hina asked with her dead fish eyes.

He opened Hina's map and confirmed that the battlefield was in this area. It was in this wasteland, but because too much time had passed, the battlefield had long been buried deep underground. It was not easy to explore.

It had been more than five hundred years since the persecution of the Magi by the religious forces. With such a long time, other than inorganic substances, everything else had long since rotted away in the long river of history.

If it weren't for Zheng Fan's miraculous treasure hunting ability, even if Hina had discovered this battlefield, she probably wouldn't have bothered to look for it.

"Fan, how far can you search with your X-ray vision?" Hina asked while studying the map.

"There's no need to look. I can see a lot of weapons and armor under our feet … This should be the battlefield," Zheng Fan said with his arms crossed.

"Weapons and armor?

That should be right. There hasn't been a major Muggle war in history, so if you see something as advanced as' armor, 'it's most likely used by the Church. "Hina's face lit up when she heard Zheng Fan's words.

"And I can see the drastic changes in the soil layer. It's obvious that it's the residual effect of magic. Someone used powerful earth magic in the war to change the terrain … That's amazing. Even I can't do such a big thing. Could there already be a powerful Magi at Dumbledore's level in that era?"

"War is a sharp weapon to make people stronger. So many heroes were born in war … Of course, I don't like war," Hina said.

Zheng Fan used his Eagle Vision and walked slowly on the wasteland to see what was below …

It was not an easy job. When he used his Eagle Vision to see things on a flat surface, it was almost like looking from God's perspective in the game. Zheng Fan was used to it, but when he looked down, it was difficult to "layer".

The earth was different from the air. If he wanted to see what was buried below, he had to look down layer by layer. If Zheng Fan didn't have the help of the memory module, it would be difficult to see so many things clearly.

Opening his right hand, Zheng Fan held the magic wand and pointed to the ground.

"Left and right separate."

As soon as the spell was uttered, Zheng Fan felt as if his body was being hollowed out.

In Harry Potter's world, the use of magic was not just about chanting spells. Different people used the same spell, the power was completely different. The same person used the same spell, depending on the target, would use different magic power.

If Zheng Fan just wanted to separate two pieces of eraser, it would be easy and happy. He could do it a hundred times without any problem. But now, he was trying to separate two pieces of land. In just two seconds, his advanced energy module was almost drained dry!

Fortunately, the earth had been separated, leaving a deep scar.

Hina's eyes widened when she saw this. She looked at Zheng Fan as if she had seen a ghost.

"Fan, Fan … Did you do this?!!"

"Yeah, it almost drained me dry."

Zheng Fan's face was gloomy. "It seems that my strength is still lacking. If I'm not careful, I'll embarrass myself."

"Embarrass yourself???"

Hina's face was full of disbelief. "If it were me, I wouldn't even be able to do one-tenth of it. I'd die from exhaustion of magic power!"

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Ah, this sh * tty update speed.

Thank you for not scolding me … But I still have to think about what to write about in the second grade … Now that I think about it, the second grade is really boring …