HP Magic Biography

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For thousands of years, vampires have perished in constant battles.

There are paladins full of justice, and archbishops full of love for the world, but the group of wizards is relatively friendly.

But no matter what kind of person, Trevor has never seen this kind of person who ran away without saying a word in the past three hundred years. A second ago, he just said that he wanted to have a century-old confrontation with you, and he would never stop dying. In the next second, this person caught the aftermath of the explosion of the curse attack and fled quickly.

This gave Trevor an almost trance-like illusion.

Who am I, where am I, what do I want to do?

This made the old vampire a little angry, even the dragon's blood that he drank yesterday was agitated in his body.

Kill him for me!

Far away, this was the most exasperated sentence Fan Lin heard from Trevor.

Fan Lin had already planned to retreat and fight a dozen vampires, and it was still in such an environment shrouded in darkness, even if it wasn't because of his brain problems.

The magic power of the Sorcerer's Stone continuously supplies Fan Lin's consumption of magic power.

If he wanted to fly, Fan Lin couldn't manifest his body anytime and anywhere like Voldemort.

For a moment, the originally pitch-black night sky brightened slightly, and the magical body exuded silver-white brilliance and galloped eastward. Then, following the silver-white streamer, fourteen blood-red figures appeared in the air. A series of afterimages.

In the end, Trevor still sent out three people to deal with Hermione and the others, but this was the best result for Fan Lin.

Back at the Burrow, there will naturally be some resistance there, and it is not difficult to leave a few vampires behind. As for the current situation, it is obviously more suitable to find their old enemies.

The arm manifested, without stopping, one curse after another hindered the approach of the vampire.

This is indeed a very strenuous task. Even with the support of the Sorcerer's Stone, Fan Lin still feels a burst of emptiness even though the pain is shielded.

The collision of a large number of magic powers is like setting off a dazzling fireworks show in the sky, only one pair of fourteen, even if Fan Lin is hit by the spirit, it is inevitable that some magic spells still break through his defense.

It's really bad! Fan Lin paused, and then the whole body manifested, leaving a scorched black burn mark on the shoulder, and it seemed that it was still spreading.

Reluctantly, he stroked with his left hand and sealed the injury with ice. Vampire magic is always terrible. Fortunately, Fan Lin's physique is different from ordinary people, and he has a certain ability to control blood. It is inevitable that one arm will be broken like that Ye Qi.

One-armed wizard?

Fan Lin is not as calm as Professor Moody.

Gathering up his mood, watching the vampire approaching extremely fast, Fan Lin's mouth curled up into a smile for no reason.

I hope you guys follow closely. Fan Lin said to himself, with the sound of air crackling, Fan Lin's figure became distorted in the space, as if a black hole had formed in the abdomen, and he could not see clearly in the future , Fan Lin disappeared in front of Trevor.

mouse!

Lock him up for me! Trevor said,

Pursuing the magic wave left by Fan Lin's apparition, he also chased after him.

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The wizarding world doesn't seem to be stable!

After drinking a little rum, Hopkin Owen immediately felt better. This is the most enjoyable time of the day. The days in the Knights are always difficult. You must maintain a strong body, otherwise he will not be able to control This set of silver-white armor on his body.

This is part of strength, and he has to be wary of those juniors who have plenty of experience.

Knight Commander of the Holy See, this is definitely a profession that sounds very rich.

Therefore, for Owen, after the daily patrol is over, returning to the tower and pouring a glass of rum is what he enjoys most.

Yes, I heard that the sorcerer made a comeback more than ten years ago. A knight said, taking off his saber, and the silver-white armor made a clanging sound when it collided with the saber.

Hey, be careful, Tyler! Owen yelled. If your sword is scratching my armor, I think I might have to leave something on your face.

Anyway, it can be repaired by itself, brother, take it easy. The man named Taylor said, casually hung his saber on the wall, turned around and walked towards the wine cabinet.

Hey hey, put down my rum... Owen yelled, waving his arms. Just as he was about to rush over, a knight in a hurry rushed in.

What's the matter? Owen frowned, Who is your guide?

I... sorry, Knight Owen... The knight's voice seemed a little immature, I belong to Knight Wallison...

Very good, go back and punish yourself! Taylor said indifferently, and took off his armor on his own. Twice the knight's rules, and control your frizzy character.

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So, are you implying me? Owen wanted to say it aloud. Owen still knows his partner very well.

Insinuating, this kind of thing is simply easy to come by...

So, what's the matter, apprentice knight... Owen said, sweeping away the previous relaxation and dissatisfaction, and looked at him with a serious face.

Reporting to Knight Owen, it's His Excellency the Pope! The knight stood at attention and said, The Pope told you to go and find him with your armor and sword.

Armor and sword? Owen muttered, Understood, you can leave now, knight.

Why is the Pope looking for you? What fun things do you want to do? Think about it, how long has it been since you received such an order, ten years, or twenty years?

This time may have something to do with the turmoil in the wizarding world. As far as I know, a group of mice hiding in the dark are not safe.

It's not very peaceful, why, that person gathered the power of the dark world?

Oh, maybe, isn't it like this in the past, werewolves, dementors, giants, and undead... Owen said quickly, But someone solved it at the time, that is, the wizard who fought against Grindelwald .”

Dumbledore, an internationally renowned figure, but as far as I know, he didn't survive, was disarmed by one of his students, and then betrayed by Hogwarts' subordinates, a sad figure...

If he's pathetic...forget it... Owen shook his head, We need to respect the strong, buddy, and wizards are obviously more worth fighting for than those heretics.

Oh, in my opinion, it doesn't make any difference, Owen. Tyler drank the rum in the glass. Whether it's a wizard or something, this includes us.

So, that's why you can only be my deputy, Taylor. Owen shook his head, We need this power, faith makes us pure.

It's quite pure. If you shave your head bald, you might become even better. Think about the former presiding judge. Taylor said lazily, throwing the armor off the bed.

Can't you treat it kindly! Owen was a little helpless, and he hooked his fingers lightly, and the armor that fell on the ground automatically flew to the top of the hanger.

Think of it as helping you practice magic!

So this thing has to be smashed on the ground every day?

As long as it can be used, I don't have so many requirements. What's more, without this thing, my feeling may be better. The orders of a bunch of dead souls don't sound so good.

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