Norlin gave Jasmine some pounds to support her for a while. As for when the money will run out, it's not something he should think about.

After all, Jasmine is a vampire, and as long as she is smart, it is rare for ordinary people to have any crooked thoughts about her.

The little girl was quite stiff, and after one last glance at Norlin, she took the pound in his hand, jumped down from the second floor in a daze, fell to the ground with a muffled thud, and then disappeared around the corner of the street without looking back.

Norlin stood by the window, silently watching her departing back. Tonight's incident was just an accident, and by the way, his mood of visiting the night market was also gone. However, it was also a surprise to learn a piece of news about a suspected uncle.

Speaking of which, he still doesn't know his uncle's whereabouts for the past year, and the Yaxley family hasn't been there once. And the Yaxley family seems to have forgotten that there is such a descendant as him, and no one has ever looked for him to go back.

Norlin thought and smiled indifferently. Now his life is very good, except for the whereabouts of his parents and parents, he has nothing to worry about, and he can learn magic with peace of mind, after all, the profound path of magic is enough to occupy most of his time.

Norlin lay on the bed for a while, and the drowsiness never hit. He simply rolled over and cast a few isolation spells in the room to make sure the room was not disturbed, and then took out the nameless book.

The first three pages of the Nameless Book had been opened by him, and the benefits it had brought him were immeasurable, and the meditation methods recorded on it had made his total magic power increase day by day.

But every time Norin duels someone, he feels that his magic is a little insufficient. Among the advanced spells, the more powerful they are, the more mana they need, not to mention the spells in the "Secret Book of Laws", which is simply a big consumer of mana.

The Nameless Book has nine pages, and according to Ravenclaw, the level of mental disturbance on it increases with each page turned. Nolin, who turned the three pages, knew it very well, especially the third page, and Nolin almost couldn't hold on that time.

That's why Norin is afraid of Page 4.

However, on the next trip to Durmstrang, Norlin had a vague hunch that it would not go so well. After thinking about it, he decided to try to turn the fourth page.

After a year, Norlin felt that his mental strength had made great progress, and he also had a certain confidence in carrying the mental interference on the fourth page.

However, when he turned the fourth page with a little trepidation, his confidence in the mystery was a little sloppy.

The moment the fourth page was opened by Nolin's fingers, Nolin felt the whole room vibrate. A huge and heavy spiritual coercion fell from the sky in Nolin's perception, devaluing Nolin's spiritual power to the point of immobility.

Norlin felt cautious enough and prepared, but there was nothing he could do in the face of this force.

"What the is this called mental interference?"

There was only one thought that crossed Nolin's mind before he lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took for Norlin to wake up. He shook his dazed head and gathered his spirit, only to find that he was not in the hotel of the Leaky Cauldron, but in an extremely strange place.

"Here we go again."

Norlin muttered to himself helplessly, the feeling was quite familiar. He put his hand in his pocket and was about to pull out his wand, only to be surprised to find that his current state was only an empty body, like a ghost floating in the air.

On the ground, loud explosions, shouts, and screams resounded through the space.

Norlin stared. It's a dilapidated black castle, shattered and crumbling by all kinds of spells. Just from the huge scale of the castle, as well as the various remnants of the architecture, it is not difficult to see that it is magnificent when it is complete, and it is not far behind Hogwarts Castle.

Even though Norin is just a virtual body now, you can feel how cold the temperature is here. There was goose feather snow in the air, and a lake not far away was completely frozen, and the thick snow seemed to exude a bitter chill.

In and in the open spaces outside the castle, there were standing wizards or lying corpses everywhere.

Each of them had a frenzy in their eyes, roaring and unleashing spells of incredible power, flooding the battlefield with fire, lightning, lightning, wind, and ice.

To Norin's horror, they all cast spells without a wand, and when they cast spells, they just used their hands to simply draw a pattern, and all kinds of magic came at their fingertips. And it is also very different from the modern spells, with a more pure and direct destructive power.

Not only humans, but also many burly and powerful magical creatures also fought. The trolls and the frost giants tore together, each punch as heavy as Tarzan, causing the earth to tremble; The phoenix and the dragon circled and fought nimbly in the air, spitting out dazzling flames......

There are also many behemoths that Nolin can't name, entangled with their respective opponents, which is simply dizzying Nolin's eyes.

At the top of the castle's spire, an old wizard in a white robe stood. His face was solemn, looking coldly at the battlefield below, and a layer of frost seemed to be condensed on his beard. His hands were raised in the air, and his mouth seemed to be chanting a spell that Norlin couldn't read.

The next moment, countless flickering white lights suddenly fell from the sky, holy and full of life. Many of the wizards in the castle who were shrouded in white light were visibly refreshed, and the fatigue on their faces was swept away, and they continued to unleash more powerful magic.

Norlin noticed in the sky a black-robed wizard riding a dragon facing the castle spire. His face was hidden under the cloak, and his pale, slender right hand was stretched out, and he held it lightly.

The earth seemed to tremble, and countless traces of cracks appeared. The rubble on the ground tangled together, forming a huge black stone hand, standing majestically in the air, comparable to his height.

Not only that, but the lake shook, and the ice and snow on the surface of the lake rose from the ground, intertwining to form a giant hand of frost, on which there was a cold luster flowing.

The black-robed wizard rode a giant dragon and stood between the two giant hands, as if he could cover the sky and the sun for a while. He proudly said:

"Meltien, what do you use to resist my magic?"

Nolin's illusory body and face are wonderful, and he has the feeling of being watching a 3D movie.

This level of magic ...... Is it really something that people can master?

The sorcerers on the ground unconsciously stopped fighting, and they were all shocked by the two giant hands in the sky for a moment.

The old wizard's face on the spire did not change, as if nothing could move him. He took a slow step forward, turned his head, and glanced in a certain direction in the air.

Norin's heart trembled, and he seemed to be completely exposed to his gaze.

Immediately afterward, a feeling of dizziness came, and Norlin only saw a white light covering the sky, and the next moment he lost consciousness again.