HP Magic Biography

This is what we want to capture? Sirius pointed to the golden light that was firmly bound by the chains. The ice-blue chains and the golden light reflected each other, giving people a gorgeous feeling.

Don't touch it. Dumbledore reached out to stop Sirius' death.

What's wrong? Sirius was puzzled, after the priest lifted the blockade of space, Sirius seemed to come alive.

There are defensive measures above, can they be lifted? Dumbledore asked, he really asked Fan Lin, even he was not sure.

I can only trap it. Fan Lin said, I feel that this thing has no entity.

Speaking of Fan Lin, as if to prove it, the chain shrank slightly and sank into the golden light.

I think, I can try. The priest walked over slowly, holding the magic staff in his hand, his whole person looked very holy.

Fan Lin felt that the power in the priest's body was stronger than ever, but mentally he seemed very sluggish.

This is a spell. He can transform the slate into a port key that can travel through different spaces.

You mean, this is really just a space node, but I feel a dangerous breath on it.

Some defensive measures. The priest said, Since it is a seal, there must be some defensive measures.

What should I do? Do you want me to loosen it? Fan Lin said, the ice crystal chain made a rattling sound, and the golden divine pattern on it faintly radiated brilliance.

I still need you to maintain it. The priest said, and then he whispered to the two priests next to him.

A worshiper nodded respectfully, and the magic circle presided over by the priest left an indelible impression on these worshipers who had never seen a miracle.

This is of course beneficial, with more firm beliefs and yearning for God, and at the same time, a little more awe for this 200-year-old priest.

After a while, a worshiper came over with his hands touching a stone slab.

Move it to the top of the stone slab. The priest said slowly, as if it took a lot of energy, Fan Lin saw that the priest's face was a little flushed.

good.

Fan Lin nodded. Although the chain consumes a lot of mana, it is not difficult for Fan Lin with the support of the Sorcerer's Stone.

His arm shook slightly, and the chain followed the arm, like an extension of the arm. Fan Lin didn't have any rejection of the chain that merged into himself.

The chain trembled slightly, followed by Fan Lin's slight twitch, and the chain sank into her body.

As soon as Jin Guang got rid of the chain's control, he beat like crazy.

Quiet. The priest said softly, but there was an irresistible power in his words.

Of course, this is only for people.

The restless beating of the golden light seemed to have angered the priest. The priest snorted softly, and he stretched out his finger. The golden light was fixed in the space as before.

The priest frowned, he bit the tip of his tongue lightly, and then a sword of blood sprayed out from the priest's mouth.

Fan Lin's blood was mixed with some golden blood, but the blood that the priest forced out completely showed a platinum color.

The priest seemed to have received a lot of damage, no surprises, this mouthful of blood gathered a lot of essence.

Mr. Sacrifice. Fan Lin said anxiously, for such an aging human being as Sacrifice, such a mouthful of blood would undoubtedly shorten his lifespan.

Even for young people, such a mouthful comes at a great price.

Fan Lin wanted to say that using his blood, he felt that the golden light in his blood was far more suitable than the blood of this sacrifice.

The priest shook his head, his fingers trembling a little, and with a slight touch, the blood slowly dripped onto the golden ball of light.

As if ice water had been poured on the flames, Fan Lin heard a faint sound.

These golden lights seemed to be melted, and Fan Lin saw that it was as if the hot metal was extinguished, and some dark golden divine patterns gradually emerged from the golden light ball.

Fan Lin saw that these divine patterns were all remaining chapters, and Fan Lin understood why these incomplete patterns appeared around the stone slab.

The dark golden runes slowly floated into the stone slab, as if they were natural. These incomplete runes perfectly combined with the incomplete ones on the stone slab.

Gradually, a layer of hazy golden light appeared on the top of the stone slab. Fan Lin saw that the writing slate began to melt, and all the divine patterns began to spread outward.

A kind of person looked at everything in front of him in surprise, these methods obviously exceeded everyone's imagination.

Fan Lin felt that it was an eye-opener for him, surpassing Nicolas May's alchemy, the detached theme's divine pattern was still incomplete, and it could be preserved in the space for such a long time.

The power of the gods. Dumbledore said, he was amazed at everything in front of him, which was beyond her ability.

The fusion and reorganization seemed to be coming to an end, a burst of divine golden light flashed, and all the brilliance was absorbed into a weak scepter.

Seeing that the priest was unable to grasp the scepter, Fan Lin stretched out his hand, and the chain quickly fixed the scepter.

Having learned the previous lesson, Fan Lin was afraid that this thing was flying out.

Don't be nervous. The priest said, his figure shaking a little.

My old friend, are you all right? said Dumbledore, supporting the priest with one hand.

It's not as bad as I imagined. These powers have given me some feedback, and my wear and tear is not as serious as I imagined. The priest said, and some golden light began to feed back from the scepter.

This is, the port key? Fan Lin asked, he was puzzled, he felt a powerful force in it, a mixture of power of faith and divinity.

Ah, to be precise, this is the key to the Second Realm, which is much more powerful than the port key.

Together with the Second Realm? Fan Lin wondered, Is Parthenon not in this world?

This world is not enough to accommodate, the real Parthenon is in a larger dark plane, the battlefield of the gods.

Battlefield of the Gods? several people said, which seemed startling.

First the gods and the enemies of the gods, then the Book of Abraham and the World Tree, and then to Greece, this year seems to be a bit too fulfilling, if you are not careful, you will destroy legends like Dumbledore the mighty.

I can choose not to go, Mr. Sacrifice.