Chapter 40 Wear Again?

Dialects are famous, and they have always been careful in everything, only for one purpose, that is, to be unobtrusive and low-key, but unfortunately, now all of Hogwarts know that they know dialects because of a stone.

Instead of spending the night in the kitchenette, Dialect was admitted to the infirmary and looked after by Madam Pomfrey, but when Madam Pomfrey saw Dialect's condition and why he had come, she gritted her teeth and threw him into an empty bed and left him to fend for himself.

"Professor Sprout! When will Fang Yan wake up, it's been three days, he can't wake up, right?" The glasses lady is quite concerned about the dialect, the tongue fainted for no reason, and she hasn't woken up for three days, and the glasses lady will come to ask every day. After class, someone would always come over and do his homework next to his bed.

"Don't worry, he will wake up tomorrow, he still has to sleep a day today, you go back first, it's useless here, don't waste time, your little boyfriend will be fine, he will be able to wake up tomorrow!"

After Sprout finished speaking, he was full of emotion and left, full of good feelings for this glasses girl, to be able to come over early every day to double the dialect, hoping that the unconscious dialect can see himself as soon as he wakes up, what a wasteful thing, young people are so good, dare to love and hate, so envious!

Glasses Niang listened to Professor Sprout's ridicule, and couldn't help but blush, but Glasses Niang didn't intend to defend herself, and let others misunderstand herself, and now almost all the teachers and students in the school think that the two are a couple, I don't know what Fang Yan will be like when he wakes up, will he be happy or happy?

The dialect who fainted in bed could not know the outside world, in the spiritual world of dialect, the familiar darkness surrounded him, which once made the dialect have a kind of illusion, he had never broken through the darkness, nor had he been guided by a point of light, Hogwarts House had never been there, his aunt and his wife, his cousin Ruth, they were all fantasized by themselves, he had never broken through in this darkness, everything was fake! Dialect kept denying himself in the dark, constantly shouting in silence.

If the dialect can't wake up in self-denial, the rest of the things can stop talking nonsense, (the whole book ends like this, okay?)

The verge dialect that is collapsing suddenly feels a spiritual power that is exactly the same as the emotions he is venting now, very weak, but it is enough to make the dialect vigilant, this ghost place has never been a thing, the dialect that has settled his mind is now discovering the strangeness of his spiritual power, if the spiritual power of the dialect in this endless darkness is a glass of water before, then now this cup of water has been added a large amount of sugar, and it has reached a state of meltability saturation, and found this strangeness, the dialect finally picked up the reason, and was able to put the problem in front of him and analyze it well, and the result was that he really lived in the Harry world for more than two years, It's not that I fantasize about it, it's just why I'm back here, I can't figure it out... Could it be that I hung up again?!How did I die, why didn't I have any impression at all...

Hey, why is this spiritual power so familiar, who is it?

A faint spiritual power was captured by the dialect, and it was exactly the same as the previous one that woke up the dialect, but it was even weaker than the previous one, and the owner of the spiritual power may be about to hang up!

Fang Yan followed the direction of this spiritual power, and explored the spiritual power to swim over, and I don't know how long it took, Fang Yan felt a long-lost light, there was a little light in front, and it was emitting a white glow brighter than the sun, and Fang Yan was still hesitating, just like this, wouldn't it be another time to cross? However, this time it was not the turn of the dialect to choose, an attraction sucked the dialect over, and the dialect could not resist in the face of this attraction, and was pulled over without resistance, through the darkness, and rushed towards the unknown white light.

............

Destroy... Despair... Filled with dialect brains, an uncontrollable desire to destroy arises from the bottom of my heart, wanting to destroy everything in front of me and extinct it. When the dialect was out of control, a pair of hands held the dialect's head in his arms, and the head was contained by the soft touch, which alleviated part of the negative emotions of the dialect, so that the dialect had the strength to open his eyes and see the person holding him, and the dialect saw the person holding him as if he had seen a ghost.

"How are you... How could it be you..."

Fang Yan shouted out in disbelief, and then the severe pain in the brain made Fang Yan unable to take care of it, holding his head with both hands, desperately pressing his head, but it was useless, his head still hurt as much as it should hurt, how it hurt as it should be, Fang Yan had already rolled down the ground with his hands on his head and rolled back and forth, the shouting in his mouth was already heartbreaking, the shouting was from high to the bottom, to completely hoarse and silent, the people next to him wanted to try their best to help Fang Yan, but they couldn't help at all, they couldn't hold down the Fang Yan rolling on the ground at all, and finally pounced on Fang Yan to make him stop, only to see Fang Yan half of his eyes open, The red color inside can't be seen at all the existence of black eyes, Fang Yan reached out to push the person away, the green roots on the struggling neck emerged one by one, grabbed the two hands on the ground, ten fingers left bright red marks on the ground, scarlet eyes looked at the person in front of him who was lying on the other side for his own reasons, and then raised his head and roared angrily to the sky, but unfortunately the vocal cords couldn't shout because of the roar just now, so that Fang Yan did not show the heroism of a man. But the next action is really creepy. I saw that Fang Yan lifted his head upwards at a maddening speed, and then slammed down at a speed of 3,000 feet.

"Phew...!"

The brain collided with the thick earth, and the already painful dialect fainted happily, but a large bag visibly grew out of his head.

The person who was swept underground by the dialect with brute force watched him crash to death with his head on the ground, paralyzed in the ground, tearful she couldn't shout if she wanted to, she couldn't stand up, she could only touch the ground and come over, her trembling hand reached over to hold the dialect in her arms, and it took several times to succeed, and finally she used all her strength, she used all her strength to hold the dialect, her hand trembled and touched the dialect's face, and her lips were bitten and bleeding blood from the surface of the dialect because of too much force, making a desperate sound," U-U...".

The eyes were helplessly weeping, and they couldn't see clearly in front of them because of the tears, and they didn't see that the wound in the tongue's head in his arms was healing rapidly.