England, in a potion shop in Diagon Alley. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The store manager, Vic Ammon, is receiving a collaborator at the front desk, a supplier of magical herbs from Germany, who has been working with Vic Ammon for more than ten years. Although the Potion Shop has been sold to Dialect by Vic Ammon, since Vic Ammon is still the manager here, the relationship between the Potion Shop and the previous contacts has not been broken, and the cooperation is still normal.

In the front store, while the two were arguing over the purchase price of a batch of medicinal herbs, a violent explosion suddenly sounded from the back hall of the potion shop, startling the collaborator, and he looked at Vic Ammon in disbelief.

"Vic! What's going on? It can't be a dark wizard attacking your potion shop, right!? ”

The corners of Vic Ammon's mouth twitched, not knowing how to explain to him, could he still tell him that it was our boss who was conducting a magic experiment and blew himself up. Vic Ammon had no choice but to skip the topic by slapping the other story.

The manager of the potion shop, who was complaining in his heart, let us go back to the scene where the explosion came from - only to see that in the backyard of the potion shop, a building with layers of protective magic attached to the walls was being damaged like a terrorist attack.

Broken windows, shattered gates, and a roof that has been blown up into the sky without a trace all tell us of what has just happened to it. And the initiator of all this is none other than our great apprentice wizard (pseudo)-Master Tongues!

"Ahem!" Fang Yan ran out of the house in a disgraced manner, covering his mouth and coughing. I saw that the originally neat wizard robes on his body had now become tattered; His face was also pitch black as if it had been smoked by fire, and there was still a small trace of burning in his hair where he had been left in the sea, which looked very embarrassed.

Relieved slightly, and before he had time to deal with the embarrassment on his body, Fang Yan rushed into the house again.

After more than ten seconds, Fang Yan walked out with a disappointed face, holding a small pile of crimson copper fragments between his hands.

"Damn, failed again!" Looking at the fragment of the magic weapon in his hand, Fang Yan's face was full of helplessness, "How can the conflict between magic and mana be so serious!" ”

Since returning from Hong Kong some time ago, Fang Yan has been studying several magic weapons obtained from Yun Xuzi, and intends to use magic power instead of Taoist mana to operate them.

In Fang Yan's mind, he can use magic to activate the prohibition placed by the little Taoist priest Qingming on the stone gate, so presumably magic and mana also have a lot in common, and the idea of using magic instead of mana to control those magic weapons should also be feasible.

So, Fang Yan began his research journey of magic weapon cracking with great interest.

It was normal for magic experiments to fail, and Fang Yan had already experienced many failures when studying spells and potions in the past, so he was mentally prepared to deal with the failure of the experiment.

But who knows, he still underestimated the differences and conflicts between the two different power systems, and at the beginning of the experiment, Fang Yan almost lost his own little life!

Even Fang Yan didn't expect that this experiment would be so risky, and he was almost blown up half to death by the explosion of the magic weapon when the first experiment failed. Even with his strong physical fitness, coupled with countless precious potion treatments, Fang Yan could lie in bed for a week before recovering.

After that, learning the lessons of the first experiment, Fang Yan spent two days arranging a large amount of protective magic in the laboratory, and also attached several protective charms to his wizard robe, feeling that it was foolproof, before starting to re-conduct the experiment.

But in the end, it still failed again and again!

"What went wrong?" Fang Yan rubbed his head with a headache. After this experiment failed again, dialect research had to be temporarily stopped, because there were not many magic tools to use as research materials.

As a trophy obtained from Yun Xuzi, there were only four items in Fang Yan's hands that could be called magic weapons, namely a futon, a peachwood sword, a bell, and a small black flag.

Originally, Yun Xuzi should have five magic weapons, and one was the black robe that Yun Xuzi was wearing, but unfortunately it had been completely turned into pieces under the attack of the dialect "Wizard's Eye".

Of course, this also shows that the quality of these magic weapons in Yun Xuzi's hands is not very good, and it can even be said to be inferior, which will be directly damaged under the powerful blasting and mixed poison attacks of the "Wizard's Eye".

After this period of dialect research, the futon, the mahogany sword and the bell have been destroyed and broken one after another. For example, the big explosion that happened just now was caused by the bell suddenly losing control after being activated by the dialect with magic power, not only bursting out with a lethality far beyond itself, but also directly blowing itself into pieces.

Now in Fang Yan's hand, only the small black banner is still intact.

"It's a pity that it's hard to find such precious materials." With regret on his face, Fang Yan put the fragment of the bell he was holding in both hands into a small sturdy cloth bag, and put the cloth bag into the bad luck pocket and put it away.

Speaking of which, he collected so many antiques in Huaxia, but he couldn't find a magic weapon in it, which is really decrepit! Compared with the protagonists in the novels that Fang Yan read in his previous life, he can casually find magic weapons and magic weapons in the antique pile, Fang Yan's luck is really miserable.

It's not the first time that an experiment has failed to destroy the lab, but it's not as bad as this before. Fang Yan skillfully shook a few cleanups on himself, and then began to tinker with the laboratory.

Under the effect of the spell, the broken windows and shattered doors were quickly restored, but the protective magic on the walls and the roofs that had been blown up into the sky were a little difficult to manage.

The arrangement of protective magic consumes a lot of time and energy from dialects, and on that roof, even magic can't be created out of nothing. And using Transfiguration to conjure a roof is time-limited, and if you cast a permanent Transfiguration, the price paid by the dialect will be too great, and it will permanently lose the part of the magic power he consumes to cast Transfiguration, and it is not worth it just for a roof.

"It seems that this laboratory is temporarily unusable......" Fang Yan muttered to himself as he looked at the building in front of him that lacked a roof.

"Well," Fang Yan's face became serious as if he had thought of something, "School is about to start, so let's take advantage of this time to plan well." Hogwarts, with its Savior, will never be at peace again......"