Chapter 589 The Only Two Special Cases in the Magic World
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Qing Mo Da Xian
There has always been a Muggle folktale in Eastern Europe.
Forests, lakes, mountains, and cloud forests inhabit a shape-shifting female elf.
They can transform into animals such as swans, horses, eagles, snakes, or wolves, but the images that retain the most are often young and beautiful human women.
Dressed in tulle, they danced under the moon on a midsummer night.
Where the dance used to be, there grows a "fairy ring," a ring-shaped flora of mushrooms and flowers.
When young men passing by see them, they will fall madly infatuated with them, forget everything in the world, and will not eat, drink or sleep.
If unfortunately he joins the dance, he can only dance non-stop until he dies from exhaustion.
If one accidentally steps into the fairy ring, bad luck and disease will follow him for life.
Muggles never thought they were real.
Even if one sees an animal transforming into a human, it will be regarded as a hallucination produced by smelling some hallucinogenic mushroom spores.
The wizard not only knows, but can even communicate to a certain extent.
They are the "Elves of Velebit" in Croatian folklore, and Veela who were originally classified as "human" by the Ministry of Magic.
Although they are now classified as "beasts", because some other members of the elves, such as water demons and nymph fairies, are very similar to humans in appearance, most wizards are still willing to regard them as "humans".
Such a humanoid creature with powerful magical abilities and a young and beautiful appearance would certainly be of great interest to wizards.
After years of research, they discovered that Veela's magic actually comes from the hair.
If the hair is irreparably damaged, they lose their magical powers and beauty.
When it came to reproduction, Rita coughed several times very violently.
"Well, they usually choose to charm a Muggle male, and return to the habitat after conception to wait for the baby to be born."
Seeing that Vincent didn't blush or have a quick heartbeat, she dared to continue talking.
Any baby born to a Muggle is a pure Veela, while a baby born to other magical races such as wizards, goblins or even giants is a hybrid Veela.
Because of the harsh habitat conditions, purebreds can easily die during pregnancy.
But if it is a mixed blood that inherits the magical abilities of both parties, it will have a higher survival rate relatively.
Lita spoke dryly and opened a bottle of red wine, "Miss Delacour's grandmother is a pure Veela, so she inherited a quarter of the Veela lineage."
She also poured a glass for each of the four Wayne family members,
"Although this race has no malice towards humans, and often treats people, predicts, etc., its temper is not ordinary."
Rita first pushed the wine glass to Vincent, "They cannot accept any form of deception.
Especially those who do not keep their promises are often punished most severely by them. "
Eric glanced over, saw Yin Fulin's meaningful smile on the way, and quickly took it back.
Vincent picked up the red wine glass and shook it lightly, as if he had no intention of drinking it down.
"I know them. I've seen them outlined in Mr. Scamander's book."
.... Veela's enchanting magic can only be used on people who do not have a deep understanding of love, but are already ignorant of being interested in the opposite sex.
That is to say, those who can be charmed by them are usually teenagers who are just in love, or bachelors who have never had a crush.
Rita looked at him mysteriously and took a sip of the red wine,
"Mr. Wayne, you should be the only special case that meets the conditions of charm magic but has no effect."
"No, of course I'm not." Vincent put the wine glass in front of her,
"You know very well that besides me, there is another wizard who is qualified and will not be affected by charm magic.
And his name is—"
"Cough cough cough..." Rita coughed violently due to choking.
The wine splashed on the white tablecloth, showing that she was extremely restless.
Yes, until now she couldn't believe that Voldemort was still alive.
But he didn't comfort himself over and over again like most wizards in England did. He was already dead.
It sounds contradictory, but it's far better than Fudge pretending to be an ostrich.
I don't expect to be able to believe it completely, as long as I don't help to hide it at the critical moment.
Rita understood the deep meaning in Vincent's eyes.
Quickly regaining his composure, he untied the silk scarf around his neck and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"There is nothing to tell about the love story of the Delacour family. It is nothing more than some old-fashioned bad bridges."
She stood up and apologized to the Wayne family, "I have to leave, there are still many interviews waiting for me at the scene."
He walked quite freely, completely unable to see the panic just now.
When she passed Fleur and Sandrine, she smiled meaningfully.
"Gugu—" Gugu, who had tasted the wine, hurriedly ate the leg of lamb that Vincent had just cut.
It pushed away the red wine glass with its small paws in disgust, so that it could enjoy the food more conveniently.
"I'm not full yet." Vincent ignored its cute big eyes.
Ten minutes later, the Wayne family started a new round of communication after eating.
I met many foreign friends, but I was also sore from exhaustion.
The Waynes are alright, mostly just serving as background boards.
Vincent, who is the absolute protagonist, suffers.
The banquet hosted by Fudge was even more exaggerated than last year's Medal of Merlin, and almost all the magical governments of various countries sent representatives to attend.
The connections are obvious, but it doesn't seem like they are trying to cover up anything.
With countless doubts, Vincent found Dumbledore who was bragging and fucking with Grandpa Newt on the excuse of going to the bathroom.
The topics of the two centenarians are all about the past, like who did something big in which year.
His joining immediately made the atmosphere "livelier".
"Professor, do you know—"
"Hush—" Dumbledore gestured for him to sit down first,
"Our newly appointed youth representative seems to have a lot of questions."
Vincent kept a cold face, making it clear that he didn't want to do this.
Dumbledore spread his hands to Newt helplessly,
"I don't know much, but what is certain is that Sirius Black's goal has not changed."
He followed the Wesley family, who was traveling in Egypt, and played a trick on the Ministry of Magic through the looking glass that Ron gave Harry.
After being slapped in the face so many times, Fudge certainly wouldn't let him do what he wanted.
Look, the Ministry of Magic not only didn't run wild, it even threw a grand banquet.
It is not easy to switch from passive to active.
But if Sirius is angered, Harry's situation will become more dangerous.
"Professor, you are still in the mood to recall the past with Mr. Scamander, are you ready?"
Dumbledore smiled silently.
Ginger is still old and spicy.
……
……
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Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
Forests, lakes, mountains, and cloud forests inhabit a shape-shifting female elf.
They can transform into animals such as swans, horses, eagles, snakes, or wolves, but the images that retain the most are often young and beautiful human women.
Dressed in tulle, they danced under the moon on a midsummer night.
Where the dance used to be, there grows a "fairy ring," a ring-shaped flora of mushrooms and flowers.
When young men passing by see them, they will fall madly infatuated with them, forget everything in the world, and will not eat, drink or sleep.
If unfortunately he joins the dance, he can only dance non-stop until he dies from exhaustion.
If one accidentally steps into the fairy ring, bad luck and disease will follow him for life.
Muggles never thought they were real.
Even if one sees an animal transforming into a human, it will be regarded as a hallucination produced by smelling some hallucinogenic mushroom spores.
The wizard not only knows, but can even communicate to a certain extent.
They are the "Elves of Velebit" in Croatian folklore, and Veela who were originally classified as "human" by the Ministry of Magic.
Although they are now classified as "beasts", because some other members of the elves, such as water demons and nymph fairies, are very similar to humans in appearance, most wizards are still willing to regard them as "humans".
Such a humanoid creature with powerful magical abilities and a young and beautiful appearance would certainly be of great interest to wizards.
After years of research, they discovered that Veela's magic actually comes from the hair.
If the hair is irreparably damaged, they lose their magical powers and beauty.
When it came to reproduction, Rita coughed several times very violently.
"Well, they usually choose to charm a Muggle male, and return to the habitat after conception to wait for the baby to be born."
Seeing that Vincent didn't blush or have a quick heartbeat, she dared to continue talking.
Any baby born to a Muggle is a pure Veela, while a baby born to other magical races such as wizards, goblins or even giants is a hybrid Veela.
Because of the harsh habitat conditions, purebreds can easily die during pregnancy.
But if it is a mixed blood that inherits the magical abilities of both parties, it will have a higher survival rate relatively.
Lita spoke dryly and opened a bottle of red wine, "Miss Delacour's grandmother is a pure Veela, so she inherited a quarter of the Veela lineage."
She also poured a glass for each of the four Wayne family members,
"Although this race has no malice towards humans, and often treats people, predicts, etc., its temper is not ordinary."
Rita first pushed the wine glass to Vincent, "They cannot accept any form of deception.
Especially those who do not keep their promises are often punished most severely by them. "
Eric glanced over, saw Yin Fulin's meaningful smile on the way, and quickly took it back.
Vincent picked up the red wine glass and shook it lightly, as if he had no intention of drinking it down.
"I know them. I've seen them outlined in Mr. Scamander's book."
.... Veela's enchanting magic can only be used on people who do not have a deep understanding of love, but are already ignorant of being interested in the opposite sex.
That is to say, those who can be charmed by them are usually teenagers who are just in love, or bachelors who have never had a crush.
Rita looked at him mysteriously and took a sip of the red wine,
"Mr. Wayne, you should be the only special case that meets the conditions of charm magic but has no effect."
"No, of course I'm not." Vincent put the wine glass in front of her,
"You know very well that besides me, there is another wizard who is qualified and will not be affected by charm magic.
And his name is—"
"Cough cough cough..." Rita coughed violently due to choking.
The wine splashed on the white tablecloth, showing that she was extremely restless.
Yes, until now she couldn't believe that Voldemort was still alive.
But he didn't comfort himself over and over again like most wizards in England did. He was already dead.
It sounds contradictory, but it's far better than Fudge pretending to be an ostrich.
I don't expect to be able to believe it completely, as long as I don't help to hide it at the critical moment.
Rita understood the deep meaning in Vincent's eyes.
Quickly regaining his composure, he untied the silk scarf around his neck and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"There is nothing to tell about the love story of the Delacour family. It is nothing more than some old-fashioned bad bridges."
She stood up and apologized to the Wayne family, "I have to leave, there are still many interviews waiting for me at the scene."
He walked quite freely, completely unable to see the panic just now.
When she passed Fleur and Sandrine, she smiled meaningfully.
"Gugu—" Gugu, who had tasted the wine, hurriedly ate the leg of lamb that Vincent had just cut.
It pushed away the red wine glass with its small paws in disgust, so that it could enjoy the food more conveniently.
"I'm not full yet." Vincent ignored its cute big eyes.
Ten minutes later, the Wayne family started a new round of communication after eating.
I met many foreign friends, but I was also sore from exhaustion.
The Waynes are alright, mostly just serving as background boards.
Vincent, who is the absolute protagonist, suffers.
The banquet hosted by Fudge was even more exaggerated than last year's Medal of Merlin, and almost all the magical governments of various countries sent representatives to attend.
The connections are obvious, but it doesn't seem like they are trying to cover up anything.
With countless doubts, Vincent found Dumbledore who was bragging and fucking with Grandpa Newt on the excuse of going to the bathroom.
The topics of the two centenarians are all about the past, like who did something big in which year.
His joining immediately made the atmosphere "livelier".
"Professor, do you know—"
"Hush—" Dumbledore gestured for him to sit down first,
"Our newly appointed youth representative seems to have a lot of questions."
Vincent kept a cold face, making it clear that he didn't want to do this.
Dumbledore spread his hands to Newt helplessly,
"I don't know much, but what is certain is that Sirius Black's goal has not changed."
He followed the Wesley family, who was traveling in Egypt, and played a trick on the Ministry of Magic through the looking glass that Ron gave Harry.
After being slapped in the face so many times, Fudge certainly wouldn't let him do what he wanted.
Look, the Ministry of Magic not only didn't run wild, it even threw a grand banquet.
It is not easy to switch from passive to active.
But if Sirius is angered, Harry's situation will become more dangerous.
"Professor, you are still in the mood to recall the past with Mr. Scamander, are you ready?"
Dumbledore smiled silently.
Ginger is still old and spicy.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
