HP Magic Biography

Good morning, Dad! Little Alfanlin lowered his head and sat on a chair at the dining table. The housekeeping aunt prepared the breakfast sandwiches and milk early and placed them in front of Alfanlin!

Good morning, Fan Lin. Mr. Al looked down at the newspaper in his hand. Oh, the stock of Roster Building Materials Company has dropped by another 0.5 percentage points. This is really good news! Mr. Al grabbed the milk in front of him and drank it in one gulp.

What's the matter, Fan Lin, what's wrong with your left hand, is it uncomfortable? Mr. Al raised his head and looked at the unnatural little guy in front of him with a puzzled expression, got up and walked over, and touched Al Fanlin s head. Grabbing the little guy's left hand, a particularly beautiful ring came into Mr. Al's eyes.

Father, I don't know what happened to this ring. When I woke up in the morning, it appeared on my hand, and I couldn't take it off. Little Al Fanlin didn't feel very impressed with Mr. Al's eyes. He looked a little guilty.

After waiting for a long time, his father didn't see any reaction. He raised his head and called out, Dad, what's wrong with you!

Mr. Al woke up from the loss of his soul just now. He knew the origin of this ring. Yes, it was the ring worn by little Al Linfan's mother all the year round. After Al's mother died, this ring The ring just fell off Al Fanlin's mother's hand, and then the ring disappeared strangely. Mr. Al never thought that he would see this ring again on his son's hand!

You said, this ring can't be taken off, can you? Mr. Al seemed a little downcast, and suddenly thought of the terrible identity of little Al Fanlin's mother. Mr. Al seemed to understand something, but he still didn't give up and said, Is it really impossible to take it off?

Yes, Dad, this ring seems to grow on my finger, I think it is one with me. Little Alfanlin dared not look into his father's eyes! Said timidly.

I don't know what's going on. Al Fanlin's face was flushed with guilt, but Mr. Al obviously didn't care about it!

Oh, it's okay! Mr. Al came closer and hugged the body of little Al Fanlin. Just wear it, it belongs to you, it's inevitable... huh?

Touching little Al Fanlin's head, Mr. Al was a little at a loss. He didn't know how to face the fate of his child, but as an adult. Always have to face, isn't it.

Squat down, squeeze a smile on your face!

Fan Lin, you are at home by yourself today, you have to listen to the housekeeping auntie, don't run around casually, finish your homework, and play your favorite game for a while!

He looked at his watch, it was past eight o'clock, and he was already going to work, he hurriedly tidied up his appearance, then patted El Fanlin's head, and went out!

With the bang of the door, little Alfanlin's heart fell back into his stomach. It seemed that his father didn't care about the ring. Although his father's behavior in the morning seemed a little strange to him, it didn't matter. It cannot affect the mood of a child.

Hold down the curiosity in my heart, finish the homework that must be done every day, piano, vocal music, and Chinese learning, these things are always good for killing time, at least Little Al likes these things very much!

A dedicated person will never notice the passage of time. When the finger drops the last note, the midday sun shines through the window, making the room warmer, making people want to have a good rest a bit. But little Alfanlin's eyes kept turning, and from time to time, the corner of his eyes drifted to the basement he had just visited last night. He remembered that there was a complete book of spells, about magic!

Unable to bear the curiosity in his heart, Al Fanlin trotted all the way and entered the dark basement again.

Pulled out the Complete Book of White Magic Spells from the bookshelf, opened the slightly yellowed pages and looked at it carefully: the magic spell,

It is a medium for casting magic, divided into two types: casting with a stick and casting without a stick! Among them, casting without a wand requires a lot of practice, making magic a habit, but most of the magic without a wand can only reach the level of intermediate magic, such as stun spells, impediment spells, etc., and advanced white magic is beyond Agmanis. , The wizard needs to catch the power of the wand and communicate with the magic power! At the same time, the method of casting spells is also divided into vocal casting and silent casting. Among them, silent casting requires the mage to have a considerable degree of advanced magic power and the corresponding spiritual power to perform it! All of this is inseparable from the application of the spell. As a medium for the mage to communicate with the magical energy in the body, the spell is one of the most critical steps in casting a spell. It is very important that every wizard should practice and understand the spells learned a lot!

After reading the brief description of magic on the title page, little Alfanlin became very interested in it. White magic and magic wands all teased little Alfanlin's immature mind. Just like that, the door to the magic world opened, and there was such a gap, so that the child in front of him could feel the magical side of the magic world through the gap.

Regarding the attempt of the Flying Curse, it was difficult for little Elfan Lin. . The dictionary on the table flew up danglingly, halfway through the flight, suddenly, a brilliance flashed, and the dictionary fell heavily on the ground, making a muffled bang!

Fan Lin, what are you doing upstairs?

Mr. Al is obviously very puzzled by the strange noises in Xiao Fanlin's room these days!

It's nothing, Dad, it's just that I dropped the dictionary on the ground. Little Alfanlin looked very frustrated. In three days, little Alfanlin could only vacate the damn dictionary for a certain distance. The novelty at the beginning, and the continuous failure until now, made little Alfanlin feel a little frustrated!

Oh, then you should pay attention to yourself and don't play tricks.

Understood, Dad! Little Alvalin quickly replied, bruising his little face with his hand, obviously, the failure in front of him was not enough to defeat him.

Hearing the muffled sound coming from upstairs again, Mr. Al couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

I really don't know what this kid is busy with all day long! He lowered his head and took a sip of coffee. Obviously, Mr. Al didn't intend to find out. After all, everyone should have their own little secret. After all, after Little Al became sensible, he always reassured him so much!

Mr. Al, here are today's newspapers and letters. The housekeeping staff put today's newspapers and letters on the coffee table in front of Mr. Al.

Oh, Harvey, my friend, you are inviting hatred. Looking at the photo, Harvey is holding a big fish, sunshine, sea water, and sand. Looking at the scene on the picture, Mr. Al, a little yearning arises! Stretching out his hand to touch his chin, the fine stubble, Should I go on a trip and relax...

Dong dong dong... dong dong dong... Accompanied by a sound of regular knocking on the glass, Mr. Al raised his head, and an owl stood on the window sill of Mr. Al's house, using its sharp beak to keep beating. Looking at the window, there should be a letter in his mouth.

Open the window and reach for the letter held in the mouth of the owl. The parchment lacquered mouth is a beautiful heraldry. Snakes, surrounded by a capital H. On the back of the letter, there is a line of beautiful words written, No. 67 Privet Drive, the innermost room on the second floor, Mr. Erfanlin.

Fan Lin's letter? Mr. Al felt a little unbelievable as he looked at the envelope over and over again. Who will write a letter to Xiao Fanlin and deliver it with an owl!

The owl, which had been standing on the window sill, seemed to sense that the man in front of him would not give him something to eat, or a Silver Gallon, screamed, pecked at Mr. Al's hand, and then flew away!

Oh, no! Mr. Al withdrew his hand, and the damn owl pecked him, which made him very angry, but thinking of the letter in his hand, Mr. Al once again focused on him. On the envelope in his hand. Looking at the elegant coat of arms on the lacquered mouth, Mr. Ayer opened the envelope in a mysterious way! Immediately, Mr. Al froze there as if struck by lightning!

Dear Mr. Alfarin:

It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft ahead of time. I enclose a list of books and equipment required for the first grade. Semester is scheduled to start on September 1. We will wait for your owl reply before July 21st.

Vice-Chancellor: Minerva McGonagall