HP Magic Biography

Fan Lin stood beside his grandmother palely. Ever since he saw Fei's phantom in the main hall that day, Fan Lin fell into a coma for a long time.

This forced Fan Lin to stay in China until the beginning of Hogwarts.

Even so, Fan Lin's body and spirit have not fully recuperated.

According to Grandma Fan Lin's judgment, Fan Lin's situation is due to the huge impact of external spiritual energy on Fan Lin's sea of ​​consciousness.

After drawing out most of the mental energy, the remaining energy is still continuously impacting Fan Lin's mental power.

This is why Fan Lin has been unconscious.

However, this experience also brought some benefits to Fan Lin.

That is, Fan Lin's magic power storage space has been greatly expanded. Although this is very dangerous, it is also very unstable. However, under Nangong Yun's crazy drug offensive, Fan Lin's situation gradually stabilized. However, this holiday time was so wasted.

Can you do it now? Nangong Yun looked at Fan Lin worriedly, Fan Lin's pale face was very distressed.

Grandma, I'm fine! Fan Lin smiled, and finally arrived at the start of school, and originally made an appointment with Hermione to go to Diagon Alley to buy school start items.

As a result, due to physical reasons, he unilaterally and completely cut off contact. When Fan Lin thought of the letters in the suitcase, he felt a very headache.

Okay, if there's anything wrong, tell me right away, we'll go find Albus now. Nangong Yun held Fan Lin's hand.

When he just fell into a coma and woke up, Fan Lin was too weak, and he couldn't move in such a long distance.

The two stood at the gate of the Nine Immortals Academy. The magic circle on the ground suddenly burst into dazzling white light. After the light dissipated, Fan Lin and Nangong Yun had disappeared.

Hey... Zhao Ling ran over from the side, and she wanted to follow along, but Nangong Yun had prepared the formation in advance, so there was no need for such trouble. Already left here.

Really, you didn't bring me with you. Let's see how Miss Ben will deal with you next time you come...

After a while of strangeness, Fan Lin returned to that familiar place. Since the Hogwarts Express has not arrived, the school is still empty.

Abus! Nangong Yun nodded to Dumbledore, and then looked at Fan Lin with concern.

Nangong, you personally sent Mr. Fan Linaier back, this is really... Dumbledore shook his head with a smile.

I don't think it's wrong for a grandma to personally send her grandson to school. Nangong Yun said without the slightest hesitation.

Hehe, you are still the same Nangong. Just like your father. Dumbledore smiled, and with a light finger, Fan Lin's box disappeared on the ground.

Abus, Fanfan, please. You know, there are very few people in China who are good at spiritual things. Therefore, I will trouble you about Fanlin's mental shock.

Nangong Yun frowned, Although I really want to stay...

It's okay, grandma, I think you can go back, I have no problem here. Fan Lin quickly waved his hand.

Damn it, those old guys can't stop. Thinking of the messy things in the Ministry of Magic and those vexatious elder families, Nangong Yun had a headache.

I should go back, goodbye, Albus.

Bon Voyage!

Goodbye, grandma.

Nangong Yun lowered his head and kissed Fan Lin's forehead. Fan Lin took two steps back. With the flash of white light, only Dumbledore and Fan Lin were left in the courtyard.

Come in, let's talk in my office if you have anything to say.

Dumbledore tilted his head,

Signaled Fan Lin to follow.

...

Oh? So, the one who gave you a mental shock was that murderer named Fei? Dumbledore looked at Fan Lin playfully.

Yes, Professor Dumbledore, in fact... I don't really believe in this matter, but I don't know how to describe it. Fan Lin was a little flustered. According to the current situation of the world and the data that can be verified, the kind of beast that destroys the world is very illusory no matter what.

Don't be so nervous, Mr. Fan Lin, you mean, you had a magical dream the night before you were attacked? If you don't mind, let me see it. Dumbledore smiled kindly with.

Oh, of course. Fan Lin said, However, how can I let you see it? In white magic, there seems to be no magic that can reveal the memory to others.

It's so difficult... Do you want to use black magic?

No, of course not. Dumbledore smiled heartily, That's something prohibited by the order of the Ministry of Magic, isn't it, Mr. Fanlin.

Fan Lin nodded, and Dumbledore continued: I think, if I use black magic on you, Nangong will definitely fight me hard.

Then, how do I show the memory to you?

Just use this.

With a wave of Dumbledore's hand, a wall next to the glass cabinet where various meritorious deeds were originally placed was split from the middle, and a stone basin flew out of it, just suspended in the air.

It was a flat stone plate, and on it, there was a liquid similar to mercury reflecting a strange luster.

What is this? Fan Lin gently stroked the edge of the stone plate with his hand, and there was a bulge on the side. Unsurprisingly, this is an ancient alchemy product.

This is the Pensieve... Dumbledore touched the mercury-like liquid in the Pensieve with his hand.

It's great for those of us who are older and have a lot of stuff in our heads.

This, this can allude to a person's memory? Fan Lin looked at the stone plate in front of him uncertainly.

That's right, Mr. Fan Lin. Dumbledore blinked at Fan Lin, But you are only half right, the Pensieve is not that advanced, it can directly manifest the memories deep in people's hearts.

Speaking of which, Dumbledore took out his wand, and pressed the tip of the wand to his temple.

Like this. A faint silver light flickered from the tip of the wand, and as Dumbledore's arm moved outward, a crystal silver thread was pulled out of Dumbledore's mind.

Looking at the crystal clear liquid at the tip of the wand, Fan Lin felt very puzzled.

This is?

This is a memory, Mr. Fan Lin. You know, for elderly people like us, we can't remember many things clearly, but the memory still exists in our minds.

Dumbledore shook the silver liquid into the Pensieve, and the originally calm liquid suddenly became turbulent. The memory was like a drop of ink, showing a black state, and completely melted in the Pensieve.

He can help me revisit the past, or clear my memory. Dumbledore beckoned.

Come on, I think you will like this memory very much.

Fan Lin looked at the Pensieve uncertainly, but nothing happened, until Dumbledore lightly tapped his head with his finger, and Fan Lin plunged into the Pensieve.