The cat in the castle didn't know if he had found out the culprit behind the scenes, but he knew that he had found a magic guide material suitable for being the core of the staff. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he was cleaning up his dormitory, he found the mouse that had been dusted in the corner of the wall.

That's right, it's the broken mouse that crossed with him.

Ling Zifeng looked at the tattered and broken mouse that he had abandoned for nearly half a year, and he suddenly thought in his heart: "Isn't this broken thing also something I brought from before the crossing?" Why don't you try to make a rod core material? ”

So, he stabbed the mouse with the wand Dumbledore had given him. "Zla" An arc flashed, and the really reacted.

Ling Zifeng tried again with some disbelief. The moment the wand touched the mouse, the light of the orchid shot out, almost so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Ling Zifeng was ecstatic in his heart, it seemed that this was this thing, he was really an out-and-out otaku, and he actually had a magic sense to the mouse, which was strange enough.

But what was frustrating was that Ling Zifeng found that after countless attempts, the broken mouse could not be melted into the wand, and he refused to honestly do the wand core that it should do.

"Ouch! This is still a stubborn temper.,Is it usually a loss and a lot of falls in LOL.,It's coming to take revenge on me at this time? ”

Ling Zifeng was helpless, he had no choice but to take this broken mouse again to the headmaster's office and ask Dumbledore.

The tattered mouse buttons had been turned over and leaked out of the circuit board, and the wires connected to the mouse were also exposed with a large copper core, hanging their heads and hanging aside.

Dumbledore looked at the "sad" mouse and laughed in his heart, "This unlucky kid has been looking for more than half a year, and I don't know how many grass and candles have been broken, it turns out that it resonates with the mouse, and it's really weird." ”

He looked at the worn-out mouse's drooping thread and said happily, "Why don't you try the mouse cable?" Ling Zifeng was stunned, he really hadn't tried it yet, he immediately reversed his wand and stabbed the mouse line.

With a soft "boom", the copper wire hanging on the side suddenly disappeared, and was sucked in by the wand on the spot.

Suddenly, the light of the orchid was once again dazzling, illuminating Dumbledore's office with a dazzling blue light. Ling Zifeng was almost blinded, he hurriedly closed his eyes and covered them with his hands, and for a while, he was even in tears.

After the bright light passed, he noticed that Dumbledore was already wearing a pair of sunglasses that had exploded, and he had no idea when and where he had come to get them.

"It's a new model I bought in London just last month, and it's not bad." Ling Zifeng complained depressedly in his heart: "Not bad, your sister! You little Tinker Bell! Where did you get this thing? ”

He coughed to hide the embarrassment of complaining in his heart, and asked Dumbledore, "Actually, I've always had a question about why you magicians don't hold that kind of long staff, but use this kind of slender little wooden stick. It's the kind of staff with a magic stone inlaid with a magic stone on the head of the staff, and the body of the staff is engraved with magic rules, which looks handsome. ”

"Why is that?"

Dumbledore was stunned, he didn't expect him to ask such a question, he replied with a smile, "It's not easy?" Because we've improved it! Just like computers, computers were the size of a house 50 years ago, and now they have improved to the size of the palm of your hand. ”

He went on thoughtfully, "Besides, the staff is handsome, but it's too ostentatious. We need to blend in with ordinary people's society from time to time, and if we still carry that handsome staff to swagger through the market, it will be too much of an eyesore. ”

Ling Zifeng thought for a moment and then asked, "Then will the shrunken wand not be as powerful as the wand?" "It's a crucial question, he's a reincarnation, and he cares more about the power of his wand than about its appearance.

Dumbledore laughed and said, "This kind of thing is a matter of opinion, if the means of creation are powerful, the smaller the thing, the finer the finer, the higher the craftsmanship, the more powerful it is." There really aren't any magicians who like to use wands anymore, after all, carrying a bulky guy will also affect the speed of spellcasting. ”

Dumbledore thought for a moment, and there seemed to be an exception, so he said, "Unless it's those legendary magic swordsmen who have cultivated both magic and martial arts, and their weapons are directly inlaid with magic patterns.

"But that's just a legend after all, and most of the mage's battles rely on wisdom and skill. Cultivating both physical strength and martial arts, seemingly powerful is actually a burden. ”

Dumbledore looked at Ling Zifeng and continued to say with interest: "Anyway, we've been talking for so long, don't you want to see if the wand can work?" ”

Ling Zifeng thought about it, yes! The wand that I had been looking forward to for half a year had been activated, and now it was finally usable. So, with Dumbledore's permission, he drew his wand and unleashed his hovering magic on the stubborn plate on the table again.

"Levitation Charm!"

As the incantation moved, Ling Zifeng felt that a small part of his mana was drawn out of the wand in his hand. The end of the wand glowed slightly blue, and the light gradually turned white through the wand and poured into the plate.

With the soft sound of "hum~", the plate trembled slightly, and it slowly rose and floated with the direction of the wand in Ling Zifeng's hand. "I'm Cao~ I can finally lose my magic~ It's so cool~~~"

Ling Zifeng had been waiting for half a year to try, and now he could finally release his magic.

At this moment, the excitement in his heart exploded.

It was so amazing and exciting, and he thought to himself how incredible it would be to let his family and friends know that he could do magic.

From now on, he is a true magician!

Dumbledore watched him float the plate and said appreciatively, "You're amazing! Normally, the first time you cast a hover spell can make a feather float up, it's amazing that you can make that large plate float steadily in the air in the first place. ”

Listening to Dumbledore's appreciation, Ling Zifeng said happily, "Ouch~ It seems that I'm not bad~ Thank you for the compliment."

The politeness he said was actually already happy in his heart, and he knew in his heart that this was the result of his diligent cultivation for half a year. Those spells that have been practiced diligently day and night are not in vain, and it would be strange if they were not a little special.

"Lose magic ~ hey hey ~ I'm a magician from now on ~ hahahaha~"

With a flick of his wand again, Ling Zifeng let the plate fall back to the table steadily, and he said happily to Dumbledore: "This is mainly thanks to your support from the Headmaster, without the wand you gave me, I would not have had a chance to release my magic." ”

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction and smiled, "You're welcome, and once you use this wand, life and death will be in my hands." In plain terms, there is one more help that can help me protect the Philosopher's Stone with all my heart, but in fact, I took advantage of you. ”

After saying that, Dumbledore looked at him meaningfully, Ling Zifeng was a little embarrassed, and said, "I came not only to help you protect the Philosopher's Stone this time, but also to learn magic, and after learning magic, you naturally need to use it, thanks to your help."

They were polite like this, and before they knew it, it was too late, and Ling Zifeng said goodbye and left.

After returning to the dormitory, Ling Zifeng excitedly took the wand he had just activated and continued to try all kinds of magic, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that many magic could be released smoothly.

What makes him especially happy is a magic called the "Flying Spell", which allows him to summon what he wants directly to himself.

So, after he mastered this magic, he didn't even bother to bend down and go straight to the wand with his slippers, and read aloud: "The slippers are flying"

In the following months, Ling Zifeng spent most of his time practicing various magics. Except for a few days when his face was slapped in the face by his own slippers, the rest of the time was calm and joyful.

And he doesn't just talk about it in class now, especially when he shows off his electrical magic, which makes the students have a lot less opinion of him.

Speaking of Ling Zifeng's electric magic, perhaps because he used a mouse wire as a staff core, the power was quite good, and when he was experimenting in the dormitory, he used lightning strikes to tear apart furniture such as the corner bed and wardrobe several times.

This made him have to spend mana to repair these poor guys, and after a few months, the furniture in the dormitory was covered with jet-black lightning scorch, and Ling Zifeng's mana value also steadily increased in this toss.

As soon as he had free time, he pestered Dumbledore to ask the mage for his knowledge of combat skills, because he knew that if he wanted to complete the task of obtaining the [Philosopher's Stone], he would naturally not be able to avoid the battle.

Whether it was with the seemingly harmless Professor Quirrell, or some other unknown enemy, he didn't want to be beaten into a pig's head as soon as he made a move.

He needed first-hand experience of mage combat, so he kept asking Dumbledore about the strengths and weaknesses of mage combat.

He also secretly went to the third floor of the castle again and successfully opened the door with the door opening magic, but when he entered the door, he was dumbfounded. The next door that Dumbledore had taken him through had been guarded by a very large three-headed dog, which was lying on its stomach in front of the door.

The three-headed dog was almost as high as a door on his stomach, and his huge body was like a hill that made Ling Zifeng speechless for a while, how should this pass? It seems that we can only wait for the plot to develop and let Quirrell solve this problem.

Thinking of this, Ling Zifeng wisely gave up his attempt, he knew that it was impossible for him to enter the room where the Philosopher's Stone was placed at random now, and the wand in his hand was a remote-controlled bomb that Dumbledore had specially targeted at him.

If he shows any misdeeds, I'm afraid how can he die ugly.

According to the original plot, Quirrell will eventually steal the Philosopher's Stone, which should be his only chance to complete the Test of Time Lord.

Thinking of this, Ling Zifeng's mentality gradually stabilized, and he lived his life calmly. Practicing magic, taking classes, and the days passed pleasantly, and the time passed day by day, gradually coming to the end of October.

On this day, the magic school ushered in Halloween, a traditional festival of Westerners.

Hogwarts also held a grand feast, and in the evening the students and teachers gathered for dinner in the Great Hall. Everyone enjoyed the food that kept coming out of the plate with satisfaction, and happily talked with the people around them, and the atmosphere was lively and lively.

Ling Zifeng also enjoyed his pumpkin pie and toffee apples, chatting with Hagrid beside him. As he was eating, Quirrell, who he had been paying attention to, suddenly pushed open the door of the auditorium.

I saw him walk to the hall in a panic and shout at the top of his voice: "There are mountain monsters in the cellar!" After speaking, his body slowly slumped, and his eyes rolled and fell to the ground.

Before he fell unconscious, he was still weak and added: "I think I should tell you." ”

The hall was quiet and no longer noisy.

After a moment of silence, someone suddenly shouted: "Ah~ mountain monster!! ”

The students screamed and began to flee out of the hall, and the teachers panicked and got up to maintain order.

But the order between the fields has been chaotic, and the students who have fled in all directions like a swarm of bees, where is the teachers enough to restrain them for a while?