HP Magic Biography

Following Dumbledore out of the door of Snape's office, Fan Lin couldn't wait to start his question.

Professor Dumbledore, are Harry and the others really okay? Why didn't they follow?

Oh, of course there is no problem, but they made a mistake. Even though we have decided not to expel them both, the necessary punishment is still indispensable.

Okay then, but why do you say that I don't need to study with Professor Snape for a long time?

Oh, about this issue. Dumbledore said as he walked, You just need some theoretical filling now, as for the remaining time, you should use a lot of practice to supplement it. Moreover, Professor Snape also He has research to do!

Okay. Fan Lin nodded. Indeed, even with Snape, more time is just a lot of practice of spells.

I think you must be hungry, we need to quicken our pace. Dumbledore patted Fan Lin on the shoulder, and in a blink of an eye, the two came to the door of the hall.

Go in, I think we're going to separate.

Fan Lin nodded, and Dumbledore disappeared beside him.

Although the use of apparition is prohibited in the school, this rule only affects some people. Dumbledore and his grandmother are obviously not within the scope of the restriction.

Pushing the door open a gap, slipped in cautiously. The hall was still very lively, and it seemed that the sorting had ended, because Fan Lin didn't see the sorting hat.

Dumbledore sat back in his seat at some point, and when he saw Fan Lin coming in, Dumbledore took his wine glass symbolically.

It's really... Fan Lin shook his head helplessly. Except when he was dealing with things, Dumbledore was mostly a type of person who behaved strangely.

Passing through the long table in Gryffindor, Fan Lin took care of him all the way, and filled in many new faces he didn't know. Looking at Hermione's position, Fan Lin wanted to sit there.

Suddenly, Fan Lin discovered a very fatal problem, that is, after he fell into a coma, he did not write to Hermione for the whole holiday, and he was not sure if Hermione would kill him.

Hey... hello... Hermione! Neville. Fan Lin stood at the table and scratched his head. Neville, who was originally sitting opposite, gave way to Fan Lin.

Thank you, Neville.

No...it's nothing, Fan Lin. How was your vacation? Neville was still timid, but compared to the first year, it was much better.

Oh, that's it. I spent a long time in China, and it's quite fruitful. Although I lay down for a while. After Fan Lin finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Hermione, but Hermione was still the same, always Ignore him.

Lay there for a while? Neville smelled puzzled.

Well, yes, it was quite an exciting experience. But it's okay, everything is fine. And because of this, my magic power has increased a little bit.

Fan Lin, you are too good. Neville looked at Fan Lin with envy. By the way, there are rumors that your grandma is the dean of the Nine Immortals Academy in China. Is it true? The fire of gossip was burning in Neville's eyes.

Uh...it's grandma, Neville. My mother is Chinese... Fan Lin had to put down the cake in his hand. Because of this, I was able to spend my holidays in China, so to speak, just to learn in the past.

I'm miserable... Neville seemed to have been really hurt, I was forced to practice all kinds of magic by my grandma throughout the holiday, and my uncle asked me how to play treasures, if my uncle Knowing that Chuibao was not found until the day before school started, I must be beaten up by him.

Uh, it's hard for you, Neville... Fan Lin was very ashamed, but now he didn't want to listen to Neville's complaints, because there was a big trouble waiting for him.

H...Hermione, your vacation... how was it? Fan Lin asked cautiously.

Hmph. Hermione snorted heavily, and kept poking the cream cake in front of her with a fork, which made Fan Lin feel terrified.

That... Hermione, I...

Hermione raised her head suddenly, and Fan Lin saw the fork in Hermione's hand glowing coldly, it must have been very painful when it was poked.

I, I disappeared for a reason... Fan Lin hurriedly said, he didn't want to be poked by Hermione with that cold fork.

Shut up. Hermione pointed at Fan Lin with a fork, Your behavior of disappearing inexplicably is very bad, Mr. Fan Lin Aier, and you don't need to explain anything to me.

I, I was wrong, Hermione... Fan Lin lowered his head, he felt that unconditional admission of mistakes now is the only chance to survive.

No, you're right, Mr. Valentin, you, the two Harry Potters who have disappeared until now, and that idiot Ron Veles, you are all fine.

Don't say that, Hermione, I have a reason. Fan Lin lowered his head, with a resigned look.

Oh? Hermione laughed instead, You? Could it be that after less than a month of your vacation, your grandma became like Harry's terrible uncle and was locked up?

... Fan Lin was speechless for a while, as expected, people in an angry state had no reason to talk to him.

Listen, Hermione, I was attacked on my way back to London, and I fell into a coma.

What? Hermione yelled as if she didn't hear clearly, but judging by her expression, Hermione was still quite nervous.

Fan Lin unreservedly told Hermione all the history of his vacation. Of course, regarding Fei's horror, Fan Lin did not explain it to Hermione. After all, it was too terrifying and something that could not be verified. It was necessary to make Hermione worry in vain.

Fan Lin only described this experience as a strange magical creature, and the mental energy unintentionally emitted caused harm to Fan Lin.

Hermione felt relieved after listening to Fan Lin's description with a tense expression. After all, there was no real harm.

Really, you were not careful, how could you still be injured in the Nine Immortals Academy, and it was a direct mental shock. Hermione complained, and for Fan Lin's inexplicable disappearance, Hermione also forgave Fan Lin.

By the way, what's the matter with Harry and Ron, why haven't they come back yet? Hermione frowned. The banquet was almost over, but Harry and Ron hadn't come back yet.

Wait a minute, I'll tell you when I return to the Gryffindor common room, I'm about to starve to death... Fan Lin stuffed a mouthful of food.

Seeing this, Hermione had no choice but to let him go temporarily, frowning and handing Fan Lin a glass of juice.