A long time ago, Rig had discovered that the magic that flowed through his body would be more effective.

That's talent.

Magic is not like blood, it circulates in the wizard's body all the time, and it gradually precipitates in every corner of the body as the wizard's body develops.

Most of a wizard's spells are channeled through the arm, and many wizards don't even realize that they are only using a portion of their magic. Only when in danger can you burst out in an emergency to try to save your life due to nervousness, fear, etc.

Because they didn't use those magic powers for a long time, and in the end, slowly, even they couldn't do the consumption of their own active mana, and their bodies and minds adapted to their previous state.

Except for young wizards who are still in their formative stages.

The abundant mana reserves brought by the high-speed development of the body allow them to burst out of their unexpected spell effects at any time.

It's a double-edged sword.

The sudden burst of magic can damage the wizard's body, and may even become a squib who has seen the magic of magic.

It's much sadder than a squib that doesn't burst out with magic naturally.

It's also hard to increase your mana usage. Many young wizards can't even figure out how much magic they should use under normal circumstances, let alone consciously train themselves.

And if you miss the youth when your sense of magic is still relatively sharp, it will be difficult for adult wizards who have adapted to the magical life to reconstruct their perception of magic.

So both Professor Flitwick and Professor Dumbledore are trying to save the little wizards who are still saved.

Demonic sense, this belongs to the mystery of magic spells, and ordinary students who can't even use magic spells well will not rush to explain it, so as not to lead the little wizard astray.

Finally, for most adult wizards, how does a spell work?

I don't know, it's all based on experience.

Nicolame had been smiling as Rig prepared, but as the magic mounted, he raised his eyebrows and pulled out a monocle from his pocket that had been carefully tucked away in a velvet bag.

Nicolame, with his monocle on, narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at Rig's body.

Rig used his magic for a while, and Voldemort didn't want to kill him at this time, of course, he activated as much magic as he could.

The stronger, the better!

Big is beautiful!

Rig, who had been trying to hold back his magic for a long time, finally couldn't hold it anymore, but his posture was much better than that of Dean who ran away with his legs between his legs.

Rig struggled to raise his wand, his arm trembling slightly, and as he struggled to squeeze all of his mana, he felt as if the thin wand weighed a thousand pounds.

Endless mana was channeled through his wand, and heavy pressure was concentrated on his arm and wand.

Finally, Rig looked at a dummy in front of him who turned around and walked in front of him and said, "The flames are blazing! ”

This spell has always been Rig's killer feature, the strongest hole card.

The exploding fireball, under Rig's best control, flew swiftly towards the dummy who was still walking slowly.

In just an instant, two dummies were drowned in the constantly splitting fireball, and the center of the field seemed to become a sea of fire, and the temperature in the room continued to rise.

After being concentrated, the dummy was charred, shrunken and smaller, and finally became a small black dummy that was only as high as Rig's waist, but it was not completely charred.

Rig looked at the dummy with his mouth open, what kind of thing is this, what is it made of?

Isn't this burning?

Oh no, Rig's heart sank, he wanted to show Nicolame how good he was at the spell.

Being able to control such a high-lethal form of dark magic in the first year, Rig felt that Voldemort in the past could not do it, and Dumbledore didn't know it.

He always felt that there were countless mysteries in Headmaster Dumbledore's body, which he couldn't see through or guess.

I understand the reason, how can this dummy be so strong!

Rig turned his head to look at Dean blankly, but he didn't expect Dean to be even more surprised than him.

"Can you destroy dummies?"

Dean screamed and trotted over to check on the dummies, and Nigel simply crouched down.

He held his head and crouched on the ground and doubted life.

"Very good." Nicolame spoke briefly, and no one knew what he was talking about or what the effect of Rig's spell was.

In the end, it was Nigel who stood up and explained to Rig, "This is an alchemy product specially made by our family for spell training, and a German alchemist was invited to make ......."

Nicolamay listened silently, took off his lenses and wiped them, "I knew it was the work of that old shit, and a lot of them didn't learn well at their age, and they took such a list without pursuit."

Now Nigel was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Dean, who had been surprised and distressed for a long time, turned back, and put the two dummies in the back box, and he was a little surprised to hear Nicolamay's words, but he did not speak.

Nicola May didn't care about them either, and Nigel's words seemed to bring back memories for him, and he looked at the dummy and muttered to himself.

Dean hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Master Nicolamay was reluctant to take this order, so my father went to find another master. Rig, do you know what this dummy is used for other than training? ”

Rig shook his head even more dazedly, and Dean said slowly, "Congratulations, you passed the final patriarchal test. ”

Nigel also looked at Rig with mixed feelings, the child who made him proud.

Rig's mood at the moment was simply indescribable, he was silent and silent, and countless words in his heart were summarized into one word.

That's it?

At this level, you can be the patriarch of their Dai family?

"Before you become an adult, being able to enter this room is the first test; Being able to train for a long time is the second weight; In the end, it is to defeat the dummy by your own efforts. No matter what method is used, this is the combat power required by the identity of the patriarch. ”

After listening to Dean's words, Rig understood that this test was still for the little wizard.

Then it would not be surprising that he was able to pass.

Rig hurriedly made up for it, "It has to be our family's protective spell that I practice a lot, so the effect is good." ”

He winked at Dean and Nygel, hoping that the two elders would be reliable.

In the end, it was Nigel, the current patriarch, whose brain turned faster than Dean, and he hurriedly said: "I also hope that Master Nicolemel will keep a secret for us, the flame is our family magic, who knows that it was later classified as black magic by the Ministry of Magic?" ”

As he spoke, Nigel sighed and shook his head, it really looked like that.

Nicolame almost laughed, he opened his mouth, a mouthful of white teeth glinting, "That's it?" I thought you were going to explain something. Rest assured, I break more laws in a day than you do in a year. ”

It was in front of acquaintances that Nicolame said this. What's more, he's going to die, what else is he afraid of?

Nicola May turned to Rig again, "Is there anything else you'd like to show?" ”

His voice was much softer.

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