The wind is roaring!

The strong wind was beyond the norm, and even the storm at sea in the area where the Change was located seemed to be slightly inferior.

Fierce hurricanes carried sand and dirt and dust on the hillside, and the grove not far away was destroyed and scattered.

Even Maca, who was leading Delphi and Kingsley to stand aside, couldn't help but nod her head when she saw this scene.

And so it was...... Not to mention whether it is active or not, after all, the magic power is innately possessed by most creatures in this world, whether there is enough spiritual power to urge its activation is one thing, and the magic power that is born with it is another. This Barbré, who was screened through reagents among the many Muggle test subjects, was naturally one of the more outstanding individuals, and he possessed magical powers...... Isn't it weaker than Harry? ”

Today was the first time that Maca had come to the Muggle Queen's side during the day, just to see Barbray, a Muggle guard who was said to have mastered a little bit of magical power.

Of course, at least in Maca's view, this is far from being "masterable".

"McLean," Kingsley wondered after hearing Maca's assessment of Barbré in the wind, "you say his 'magic power' is not weaker than that of Mr. Potter?" But...... He was able to mobilize such a large area of powerful air currents, Mr. Potter probably couldn't do it, right? ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Maca paused, and then waved her hand and said:

"Oh, blame me for not making it clear...... In fact, this kind of aimless hurricane is a manifestation of uncontrolled magic. If Harry had gone mentally wrong, there might have been even more commotion than that! However, the magic, which was completely controlled by Harry's instincts, allowed him to use the levitation charm all night without getting tired. ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and spread his hands forward.

"And obviously, he can't do it for the time being—with the instability of his current magic power, he can't even cast a regular spell."

It's just that if Barbré had been subjected to targeted training for a period of time, the results would have been very different. At that time, the other party will become a real wizard, and it will not be much different from other wizards.

Even since Barbré got used to and stabilized himself by his own strength from a state of magical rampage, he would understand the nature of magic more easily than most modern wizards, and thus use magic more freely.

And this is undoubtedly the state that modern wizards who are bound by the conventions of modern magic need to put in more effort to achieve.

"What shall I say...... The pain and struggle they went through was not in vain after all! ”

"Did you just say something?"

When Maca muttered softly at the end, Kingsley didn't hear it clearly, and subconsciously asked. But Maca didn't say everything he thought of later, and only shook her head slightly.

"No, nothing."

Although the so-called "after a certain amount of training" was just a fluttering sentence in his mind, it is not possible for anyone to formulate such a highly targeted training. At the end of the day, it's up to Maca to decide how Barbury trains in the end.

And herein lies the question - how far do Barbrés, and the other Muggle Awakened who are sure to be added in the future, need to be allowed to grow?

If it's just for them to help Maca fight against Helbo, then needless to say, the stronger the better.

But don't forget, they were always Muggle-born, and even the guards of the Muggle royal family. Even if Maca hopes that the two sides can get along, the long-standing estrangement and contradiction between the two is also a fundamental problem that people have to face.

"Even if you are prepared...... However, I don't want to end up that until I have to! ”

Maca wasn't watching Barbray's hard performance anymore, he just took out a tube of reagent and shook it slightly in front of him, thinking to himself.

And at this moment, as the space not far away fluctuated slightly, a wizard from Fort Blois suddenly appeared there, and hurried towards Maca's side.

"Mr. McLean, that Miss Pansy Parkinson has reached out to us—this is the letter she wants us to pass on to you."

"Parkinson's?"

Maca reached out and took it, opened it and looked at it, then couldn't help but frown.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing this, Delphi immediately came over. It's just that after she also saw it, she couldn't help but groan a little, and then she didn't speak again.

On the other hand, although Kingsley was also curious about what content made Maca show such an expression, his personality naturally would not take the initiative to watch it without Maca's consent.

And after they were silent for a moment, Maca looked at Delphi and said with a slightly complicated expression:

"Malfoy's ...... Well, no, Delphi, do you think I'm wrong? ”

"Of course not," Delphi pursed his lips, then raised his head slightly, looking firmly at Maca's face, "Although I may not agree with his statement personally, I am me, Malfoy is Malfoy, Dad...... Mr. McLean, of course you will only be yourself. And I'm definitely more willing to believe in you, Mr. McLean, than in myself. ”

When Maca heard her say this, she couldn't help but smile and nod at her to show her gratitude for her unconditional trust in herself. Then he folded the letter again and stuffed it into his pocket.

"I really have to thank Miss Parkinson this time...... And, of course, the kid Alexander, who helped her cover. Okay, it's time for us to go...... Babre, I think you're tired enough to keep pushing on – take a break, and then learn more about how to master it with your own will! ”

Before he could finish speaking, he disappeared with Delphi in his place, and Kingsley and the wizard from Fort Blois who had come to deliver the message immediately followed with apparitions.

Soon, Barbury was the only one left on the hillside, sitting on the ground, gasping for breath.

"But...... It's a good feeling! The head won't hurt anymore, and the thought can summon a tempest...... The power of magic is fascinating! ”

He lay down on the wind-swept grass, his chest heaving greatly, but he still couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his mouth.

"Wizard...... Is it? ”

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