HP Magic Biography

It was too late to say it, and then it was fast, and a stone from the sky carried the force of wind and thunder and went straight to Fan Lin's face.

There seems to be the sound of thunder coordinating, wrapping the wind and fire, just like the sparks of greatness.

Fan Lin glared angrily, and shouted violently: Dare you, bastard.

The dots of streamer in between converged into a sword between Fan Lin's fingers, and the two fingers swept across, and the scattered fireflies were scattered, and the broken ones were naturally...

Well, it's just a pebble in a fountain, wrapped in Brown's curse, attacking Fan Lin's stomach.

Everyone in Beauxbatons burst into laughter for a while, Brown just wanted to make Fan Lin look ugly, so as to show his demeanor.

What the hell logic is this.

The speed of the spell is very fast. If it is an ordinary wizard, it must be too late to counter it with the spell, but if you dodge it with your body, it must be very embarrassing to rush to the side.

Embarrassment is inevitable, and Fan Lin represents Hogwarts, he is embarrassing...

Well, God knows why I have so much ghost logic today.

Seeing that the cobblestone was getting closer and closer to him, Fan Lin seemed a little helpless, but in the end he couldn't handle being asked for trouble...

That's embarrassing.

Fan Lin chuckled lightly, he raised his hand, and grasped it vaguely, the cobblestone that was still galloping seemed to be fixed, barely stopping in the air.

It's really Malfoy... Fan Lin murmured, he thought of Brother Ma, looking for trouble without thinking?

No matter what, Fan Lin still stunned everyone.

None of them knew how Fan Lin did it, or in other words, the technique of silent spell should not be mastered by a child of Fan Lin's age.

But the scene in front of them can only be explained by relying on silent spells. Those young wizards who are preparing to take the advanced wizard level exam know very well that this is exactly what they want to achieve.

A silent spell that does not rely on a wand is almost the highest level of spellcasting skills.

There is no need to recite the spell, and only rely on the individual's understanding of the spell to release the spell through the outline of the magic power. This in itself requires very high magic power control and willpower.

In fact, very few people can do such a thing.

No matter who it is, for silent casting, if you want to do it, you have to go through a lot of practice to be able to master one or two spells.

Many adult wizards can't do this, let alone a young wizard like Fan Lin who hasn't graduated yet.

The ability to cast spells silently is still due to Idun's transformation of Fan Lin's body and Professor Snape's unsparing practice, which can be regarded as torture.

Of course, there is also the need to cast spells without a wand, which is not difficult, as long as your magic power is strong enough.

But obviously these are not things that Mr. Brown can understand.

While everyone was still in a daze, Fan Lin moved again.

I saw Fan Lin's palm tightened, like an invisible big hand, and the pebbles that were hovering in mid-air were shattered little by little.

It's impossible. Brown jumped. He didn't quite understand how Fan Lin did it, or in other words, Fan Lin shouldn't have behaved like this in his eyes.

You are like this, and then let me respect you? Fan Lin said, his hand lightly touched the pocket, and the wand that Dumbledore gave him jumped into his hand.

How about I give you back a piece too? Or maybe you need something else... Fan Lin said with a smile, of course he would not throw a stone on Brown, he could see that Brown just wanted to let He was a little embarrassed, but obviously this is not the only way to be embarrassed.

Fan Lin's arm holding the wand lightly circled twice above his head. Immediately afterwards, a stream of water as thick as an arm gushed out of the fountain.

The water curtain on the forehead of the fountain was torn apart, and it flew towards Brown's face like a sharp sword.

Brown seemed to be frightened. He took two steps back hastily, as if he wanted to distance him to cast some spell, but the speed of the water column was too fast.

He didn't even have time to react.

There was a sound of exclamation in Beauxbaton's crowd. They did not expect that the matter would develop to the point in front of them. Brown was crushed under the hands of a Hogwarts third-year kid, which was obviously unexpected by everyone.

Some people tried to help Brown stop the flow of water, but under Fan Lin's nose, such a thing was naturally impossible.

Epelliarmus (explode your weapon)!

Fan Lin reacted quickly, and the light of the Disarming Curse instantly lit up, and the boy who wanted to help Brown sent his wand flying before he could react.

Everything happened so fast, whether it was Fan Lin's counterattack or Fan Lin disarming the boy through the disarming spell, none of this was enough for the surrounding crowd to react quickly.

The water went straight to Brown's face. In desperation, a series of French came out of Brown's mouth, but unfortunately, Fan Lin couldn't understand a single word.

But even if he understood it, Fan Lin didn't think he would stop like this. There was no surprise, it was simply impossible.

It wasn't until the cold water hit Brown's face that Brown barely remembered the magic of Apparition, but through Dumbledore's warning, even thinking of Apparation early was useless. Without exception, all schools have blocked the space of Apparition.

In fact, Fan Lin was very disappointed with Brown's performance. A wizard who had already mastered a lot of spells, seven years of magic learning was not enough for Brown to organize a decent counterattack.

Faced with a stream of water summoned from the pool, it panicked like this, which is really the performance that a greenhouse flower should have.

Fan Lin couldn't imagine what it would be like if these wizards of Beauxbatons were to face those vicious Death Eaters, let alone Voldemort or that kind of unknown monster.

Perhaps, a Peter Pedilu who has mastered black magic is enough to make Mr. Brown die completely within a single spell.

Fan Lin was convinced of this.

Peter was not as miserable as he imagined. At least he was ruthless enough. In order to escape, Peter did not hesitate to drag eighteen lives to help him achieve his goal.

In fact, among the three major magic schools in Europe, Beauxbatons was undoubtedly the worst one compared with Hogwarts or Durmstrang in terms of actual combat ability.

Apart from Nicolas, Beauxbatons has never had any powerful wizards in history, if one counts the Duke who improved the Concealment Curse.

The impression of Wizard Beauxbatons seemed to stop here.