Ricardo was actually quite gifted - or rather, his education in his previous life and his high mental strength made him very capable of rote memorization, and in just one month, he memorized the basic grammar of Runi.

He was already experimenting with translating the Icelandic Grimoire Manuscripts, mastering the most widely used version of Rune, and then experimenting with these scripts.

These runes are powerful to use, and they consume a lot less mana than spells.

Well, after all, Runivin is more natural than spells, the conduction process is simplified, and of course there is less loss of mana in the path.

It's just that the magic that Ru Niven can cast is limited, only twenty-four runes, although it can be transformed into thousands of people if you do permutations and combinations, but Ricardo hasn't learned that point yet—combinations also have corresponding links—otherwise the two runes may fight each other and even explode on the spot.

This link is the magic pattern.

Ricardo said it was a terrible thing.

Know the opening of a kun...... Phew, the beginning of the four elements of water, fire, wind and earth basic magic pattern, and then all the rest depends on comprehension, is it a desperate experience? His brain was burning and he couldn't figure out what to do!

Do you think I'm Euclid? Can the five axioms and five hypotheses be used to deduce geometric primitives?

Of course, Nicol Lemay would also teach him some of the most common patterns, and every time he finished teaching, he would try to explain how the basic patterns were formed......

He said that Ricardo's previous studies were all "I want to fly if I can't even climb", and the pertinence and purpose are too strong, and it even brings a little psychological interference to the current magic pattern learning.

It's like studying the next semester on your own during the summer vacation, and then when you go to class, you always think "I'm going to do it, why do I want to learn such a basic thing", which is more or less influential.

Of course, there is also the advantage of studying a little, that is, the feeling of comfort after the knowledge is confirmed by what you have learned - this is as difficult as finding a question on a military paper in a previous life.

What he had learned before was indeed effective, but he had memorized a few magic patterns without understanding their connotations, and it was the same concept as memorizing English texts and not understanding English grammar - and the "grammar" of magic patterns had to be realized by himself.

In the last days of July, Ricardo gritted his teeth and became ruthless, getting up every day to wash up and sit on a meadow to "feel the power of nature and search for its magic patterns". This was repeated for seven days, and finally ......

"This disease...... I don't see it. I'm afraid I'm ...... inside my head Alas, you can eat whatever you want. Welcome to your next visit. ”

“……”

When I looked at the hospital, the doctor couldn't tell what kind of illness it was.

Nicol Lemay laughed and remained silent until Ricardo asked in a hurry:

"There are some things that you can only realize if you understand them yourself. When I say it, I'm helping the seedlings grow, and you have to understand it yourself. ”

"Everyone's understanding of magic patterns is different, just like everyone will like different landscapes in nature. You have to learn to find your feelings. It's not something I can replace. ”

"Okay, now that what I can teach you is basically done, although you haven't figured out the essence of the magic pattern, you are already very good in terms of use."

"Let's go back and rest first, you need some time to recuperate. Go out and have fun these days, relax your brain, and welcome to come back to me next summer. ”

Ricardo's mind was dizzy, this ...... Is it driving people?

But fortunately, he has swallowed a lot of knowledge in a month, such as Niven can already cast magic, although he has not understood the magic pattern, he has also memorized more than a hundred, to be honest, his brain is almost saturated, and now it is really necessary to relax and apply.

"Oh yes," he pulled out a book from his pocket, "it's a book handed to me by an old friend, and I think it's perfect for you." Take a look at it for more than a year. ”

Ricardo took the book, only to see two words written generously on the main title:

BLACK MAGIC.

……

It is a corner forgotten and spurned by the world, where everything is swallowed up by boundless darkness. Occasionally, a cold wind blew through the cracks in the wall, grinding a shrill whistling sound, mixed with the smell of sourness, decay, and eternal death.

Dumbledore walked in the prison of Azkaban, letting the wind blow by, and occasionally a few Dementors stopped beside him, looking at the living man curiously and greedily, but was quickly frightened by something, and drifted away from the area in a panic.

It's like, God is in hell.

"Albus Dumbledore!!

A female prisoner's eyes suddenly widened, and she lay down in front of the cell door, looked at the white-robed old wizard viciously, and let out an unwilling roar from her mouth:

"You goddamn old bastard! Lackeys of the mudbloods! Stupid Muggle Guardians! You will always live in the shadow of my master! This is my eternal curse to you! I swear by Bellacher Lestrange, no, by the name of the Lestrange family and the Black family, and you will be killed by my invincible master! ”

Her eyes bulged and her language was vicious, like a ghost who had been sleeping for years, piercing people's eardrums.

Dumbledore squinted at the crazy woman, didn't speak, and walked straight ahead.

- Sometimes, ignoring is the greatest contempt.

He walked into the depths of the prison, where there seemed to be a man—perhaps not a man, for he was not alive at all, like a corpse sitting in this remote corner.

"I have even more doubts about the case back then."

The "corpse" did not speak.

"Actually, I've always wondered why you, who are so loyal to your friends, would 'betray' Jaime at such a critical moment?" He deliberately accentuated the word "betrayal."

The "corpse" looked up, as if to say something.

"He's the prodigal son, Dumbledore," laughed the madwoman Bella Chris, "it's the glory of the Black family!" We will only be loyal to purebloods! He has the same blood flowing through his body as mine, so he will naturally make a choice as wise as I do! ”

The "corpse" trembled, his lips twitched, but finally calmed down, as if his heart was like ashes.

"I'm sure he's not like you, Lady Lestrange," Dumbledore smiled, "Honestly, Lestrange, you're so loyal to a man outside of marriage, I can't believe how much your husband trusts you." ”

"I believe in my lady." A deep voice came from the depths of the prison.

"Oh, of course," Dumbledore still smiled, "of course, because you have to trust your leader, and your lady. ”

He bites "must" hard. No one in prison speaks anymore.

"I believe in you," Dumbledore said, turning his head to the "corpse" gently, "I've always believed in you. Keep your head up and don't be ashamed. I'm sure you're not like Lestrange. ”

With a wave of his hand, the cell door opened, and he walked over to the "corpse", crouched down, and gazed gently and calmly at the guilty soul with his azure eyes.

"Don't be ashamed of everyone else, Blake. It doesn't matter where a person is born, what matters is what kind of person you will become. ”

"I believe you didn't betray James, you didn't betray us, so we're with you all the time."

Sirius looked up, and it was a stubble, tearful face.

It can be vaguely seen, young and handsome.