Chapter 154 Silver Wick Sword Upgrade and Strawberry Dumplings
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Today was the day to go to Hogsmeade, and Snape put aside his search for the time being.
Seeing him walking hurriedly in the school, John knew he was going to arrest someone.
Folding the Marauder's Map casually, John went to the secret room of the Society of Stars.
Speaking of which, he didn't stay there this week, and Malfoy borrowed the Firebolt that was originally placed in the Star Club.
He said it was going to be a secret weapon, so he didn't publicize it.
But a few times John saw Malfoy returning to the dormitory with injuries, probably from a fall.
Standing in front of the round table of the Star Club, the 36 purple stars on the dome shone brightly, projecting a star map towards the table.
With a snap of the fingers, the table parted in the middle, revealing a concealed entrance.
This is an armory where a half-made pair of shoes sits.
John didn't have time to continue making it for the time being, props such as the ring of spells were placed on the counter, and the sword of Silver Wick was hung in the middle of the wall.
Raising his hand, the Silver Wick sword trembled a few times and flew into John's hand.
Pick up a bottle of prepared soul potion and drink it, John is about to make a bold experiment.
He called it, possessing spirits.
Wait for the effect of the soul potion to pass.
He took out the stripped pure soul from the cabinet, John raised his right hand, and the silver ring quickly attached to the entire arm like water.
The shining silver hand moved, temporarily suppressing the injury on the right hand.
Open the bottle containing the soul and put it on the table, John opened and closed his mouth, and ancient obscure characters sounded.
The soul is driven along with the sound of the syllables, it is stripped and entangled in the sword of Silver Wick a little bit.
In an instant, light bloomed in the secret room.
The magic power was consumed rapidly at this moment, and John's eyes were fixed on the sword of Silver Wick motionlessly.
In the next second, the soul was completely stuffed into the sword body.
The blade made of mithril trembled violently, and John felt that his soul was also being torn apart.
"Return of the soul."
After the spell was uttered, John forcibly suppressed the soul to be separated, and the soul in Silver Wick's sword was restless.
In the dark, it seems that there is a coercion descending.
John gritted his teeth and insisted that the souls in Silver Wick's sword were extremely uncooperative.
Even if John wants to tear his soul into pieces and drink it, he has never encountered such a situation.
"Touch the taboo's resistance?"
A gleam flashed in his eyes, and the Sword of Silver Wick in John's hand came out and floated in the air.
I didn't use the magic of capturing objects, this is the sword of Silver Wick acting independently.
The free left hand drew out the magic wand, and the 36 magic crystals burst into the dome above and shot down.
The drawn laser turned into a huge pressure and hit the wand directly.
The arm was suppressed by this force and dropped a little bit. After it was completely absorbed by the magic wand, the magic wand turned into a fluorescent stick that shone with purple light.
The wand was almost overflowing, and even the left hand was eroded by this force, and thunder-like lines appeared on the arm.
After moving the wand, projections of himself using magic suddenly appeared around him. John forcibly straightened the wand and pointed it at the Sword of Silver Wick.
The dazzling white laser shot out from the tip of the wand, landed on the blade, and continuously carved patterns on it.
Huge power, using the body as a connector, was forcibly instilled into the Sword of Silver Wick.
This process lasted for more than ten minutes. Several times, the Silver Wick's sword almost got out of control, but the limited gauntlet controlled it.
As the wand released its full power, a puff of black smoke rose from the wand.
John's left sleeve was also destroyed, leaving half hanging there, but he didn't care.
His eyes were fixed on the sword of Silver Wick, and the silver light filled the blade with flames and electric arcs.
The mysterious and ancient pattern is on the body of the sword, which is both messy and has a unique beauty.
The most important thing is that the magic crystal cracked at the hilt of the sword, but it still persisted without breaking.
It worked, and it didn't.
John stepped forward and tentatively grasped the hilt of his sword with his right hand.
A huge force erupted from it, and the six magic crystals on the limited glove played a role.
No matter how the sword body resisted, it was still unable to break free in the end.
In the end, the sword of Silver Wick compromised.
Yes, compromised.
John could feel the meaning conveyed by the blade, and it was very confusing, like a babbling child who was robbed of candy and couldn't get it back.
He swung his sword at a human-shaped target in the secret room, obviously not approaching, but the human-shaped target separated.
The incision is clean and crisp with burnt black.
"Yes, but I don't know how long this super magic crystal can last."
Putting the Silver Wick sword back to its original position, John raised his hand and made a move.
No magic was used this time, and the Sword of Silver Wick flew into his hand automatically.
The sword of Silver Wick injected with the soul was forcibly created with consciousness, which resisted at the beginning and then obeyed later.
No, it's the soul.
The super magic crystal made by infusing the power of 36 magic crystals uses super magic power to shape the soul into a shape as a consciousness body.
In a sense, John's behavior has touched the unforgivable territory.
But no one knows, it is equivalent to nothing.
Magic is an ideal, and John is also an ideal with peace of mind.
Back to the upper level of the secret room, the 36 magic crystals on the dome are much dimmed.
John doesn't need to add again, the secret room of the Star Society is a large alchemy furnace, as long as a little magic power is used as a medium, it will continuously inject new magic power into the magic power crystal.
If the mana crystal is full, the extra mana will be used to create the mana crystal.
As the foundation of the Star Club, when John built the Chamber of Secrets, his target was the Room of Response.
Holding Garen in his hand, as the Garen continues to decrease, the destroyed things are recovering rapidly.
John looked at his left hand, the ferocious lines on it looked like tattoos, and in the flashback, he also saw a Thunderbird.
Presumably because of the huge impact of magic power, the damage was transferred to the left hand to leave a mark.
After dealing with the damage caused by the impact of magic power, John walked out of the secret room.
As soon as he went out, he saw Harry, who was sweating profusely, being caught by Professor Snape at the one-eyed, hunchbacked witch statue.
As much as he tried to explain that he hadn't been to Hogsmeade, to no avail, Snape took him to his office.
After watching for a while, John didn't continue to look, he left.
When I met Hermione who was full of anxiety, her hair was stuck to her forehead because she was too anxious.
"John."
Seeing John, Hermione's footsteps stopped abruptly.
She hesitated again and again, but still asked, "John, I have something to ask you."
John saw that she seemed to be in a hurry, so he stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"
Hermione's white eyes swept over the troll security guard in the corridor, bit her lip, and said, "Let's move to a place where no one is around."
Scratching his head, John nodded in agreement.
At the corner, Daphne stopped when she saw John was going to say hello.
The expression on her face was complicated, the original joy disappeared, and the pineapple pizza that she worked hard in her hand fell to the ground.
Hermione led the way, John followed.
From time to time, he looked at the thunder-like lines on the back of his hand, let alone pretty.
Unlike the one on Harry's forehead, John's scary-looking one has an inexplicable sense of beauty.
When they reached the covered bridge, Hermione, who had been silent all this time, spoke.
She stared at John in a daze, and then asked expectantly, "John, where is the password note I gave you?"
John froze for a moment, thought about it, and when he was fighting Sirius, he used a flame spell to dry the swamp, and the paper turned into ashes.
So he said honestly: "No, it was burned."
burnt?
Hermione didn't expect this answer, she thought it was ridiculous.
After a long silence, she left without saying a word.
John didn't understand what it was doing, touched his chin and guessed: "Did she not let me feed the cat?"
It's okay, I still have to find Sirius Black during this time, and I don't have that much time.
Turning away from the covered bridge, John bumps into Daphne.
This direction happened to be able to see the covered bridge, and John wondered why she was here.
Daphne had a victorious smile on her face, she was in a good mood, and even walked up to John and pulled up his sleeves.
"I learned pineapple pizza and Chinese strawberry dumplings."
She looked happy, and John gasped when he heard the names of these dishes.
Is this what people can think of?
Didn't you say last time that you studied cooking for two and a half years, I liked you quite a bit (smiling face)......
Why do you have to make trouble with fruit, you are going to be asked to get out of Italy and Tianchao, okay?
...
Seeing him walking hurriedly in the school, John knew he was going to arrest someone.
Folding the Marauder's Map casually, John went to the secret room of the Society of Stars.
Speaking of which, he didn't stay there this week, and Malfoy borrowed the Firebolt that was originally placed in the Star Club.
He said it was going to be a secret weapon, so he didn't publicize it.
But a few times John saw Malfoy returning to the dormitory with injuries, probably from a fall.
Standing in front of the round table of the Star Club, the 36 purple stars on the dome shone brightly, projecting a star map towards the table.
With a snap of the fingers, the table parted in the middle, revealing a concealed entrance.
This is an armory where a half-made pair of shoes sits.
John didn't have time to continue making it for the time being, props such as the ring of spells were placed on the counter, and the sword of Silver Wick was hung in the middle of the wall.
Raising his hand, the Silver Wick sword trembled a few times and flew into John's hand.
Pick up a bottle of prepared soul potion and drink it, John is about to make a bold experiment.
He called it, possessing spirits.
Wait for the effect of the soul potion to pass.
He took out the stripped pure soul from the cabinet, John raised his right hand, and the silver ring quickly attached to the entire arm like water.
The shining silver hand moved, temporarily suppressing the injury on the right hand.
Open the bottle containing the soul and put it on the table, John opened and closed his mouth, and ancient obscure characters sounded.
The soul is driven along with the sound of the syllables, it is stripped and entangled in the sword of Silver Wick a little bit.
In an instant, light bloomed in the secret room.
The magic power was consumed rapidly at this moment, and John's eyes were fixed on the sword of Silver Wick motionlessly.
In the next second, the soul was completely stuffed into the sword body.
The blade made of mithril trembled violently, and John felt that his soul was also being torn apart.
"Return of the soul."
After the spell was uttered, John forcibly suppressed the soul to be separated, and the soul in Silver Wick's sword was restless.
In the dark, it seems that there is a coercion descending.
John gritted his teeth and insisted that the souls in Silver Wick's sword were extremely uncooperative.
Even if John wants to tear his soul into pieces and drink it, he has never encountered such a situation.
"Touch the taboo's resistance?"
A gleam flashed in his eyes, and the Sword of Silver Wick in John's hand came out and floated in the air.
I didn't use the magic of capturing objects, this is the sword of Silver Wick acting independently.
The free left hand drew out the magic wand, and the 36 magic crystals burst into the dome above and shot down.
The drawn laser turned into a huge pressure and hit the wand directly.
The arm was suppressed by this force and dropped a little bit. After it was completely absorbed by the magic wand, the magic wand turned into a fluorescent stick that shone with purple light.
The wand was almost overflowing, and even the left hand was eroded by this force, and thunder-like lines appeared on the arm.
After moving the wand, projections of himself using magic suddenly appeared around him. John forcibly straightened the wand and pointed it at the Sword of Silver Wick.
The dazzling white laser shot out from the tip of the wand, landed on the blade, and continuously carved patterns on it.
Huge power, using the body as a connector, was forcibly instilled into the Sword of Silver Wick.
This process lasted for more than ten minutes. Several times, the Silver Wick's sword almost got out of control, but the limited gauntlet controlled it.
As the wand released its full power, a puff of black smoke rose from the wand.
John's left sleeve was also destroyed, leaving half hanging there, but he didn't care.
His eyes were fixed on the sword of Silver Wick, and the silver light filled the blade with flames and electric arcs.
The mysterious and ancient pattern is on the body of the sword, which is both messy and has a unique beauty.
The most important thing is that the magic crystal cracked at the hilt of the sword, but it still persisted without breaking.
It worked, and it didn't.
John stepped forward and tentatively grasped the hilt of his sword with his right hand.
A huge force erupted from it, and the six magic crystals on the limited glove played a role.
No matter how the sword body resisted, it was still unable to break free in the end.
In the end, the sword of Silver Wick compromised.
Yes, compromised.
John could feel the meaning conveyed by the blade, and it was very confusing, like a babbling child who was robbed of candy and couldn't get it back.
He swung his sword at a human-shaped target in the secret room, obviously not approaching, but the human-shaped target separated.
The incision is clean and crisp with burnt black.
"Yes, but I don't know how long this super magic crystal can last."
Putting the Silver Wick sword back to its original position, John raised his hand and made a move.
No magic was used this time, and the Sword of Silver Wick flew into his hand automatically.
The sword of Silver Wick injected with the soul was forcibly created with consciousness, which resisted at the beginning and then obeyed later.
No, it's the soul.
The super magic crystal made by infusing the power of 36 magic crystals uses super magic power to shape the soul into a shape as a consciousness body.
In a sense, John's behavior has touched the unforgivable territory.
But no one knows, it is equivalent to nothing.
Magic is an ideal, and John is also an ideal with peace of mind.
Back to the upper level of the secret room, the 36 magic crystals on the dome are much dimmed.
John doesn't need to add again, the secret room of the Star Society is a large alchemy furnace, as long as a little magic power is used as a medium, it will continuously inject new magic power into the magic power crystal.
If the mana crystal is full, the extra mana will be used to create the mana crystal.
As the foundation of the Star Club, when John built the Chamber of Secrets, his target was the Room of Response.
Holding Garen in his hand, as the Garen continues to decrease, the destroyed things are recovering rapidly.
John looked at his left hand, the ferocious lines on it looked like tattoos, and in the flashback, he also saw a Thunderbird.
Presumably because of the huge impact of magic power, the damage was transferred to the left hand to leave a mark.
After dealing with the damage caused by the impact of magic power, John walked out of the secret room.
As soon as he went out, he saw Harry, who was sweating profusely, being caught by Professor Snape at the one-eyed, hunchbacked witch statue.
As much as he tried to explain that he hadn't been to Hogsmeade, to no avail, Snape took him to his office.
After watching for a while, John didn't continue to look, he left.
When I met Hermione who was full of anxiety, her hair was stuck to her forehead because she was too anxious.
"John."
Seeing John, Hermione's footsteps stopped abruptly.
She hesitated again and again, but still asked, "John, I have something to ask you."
John saw that she seemed to be in a hurry, so he stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"
Hermione's white eyes swept over the troll security guard in the corridor, bit her lip, and said, "Let's move to a place where no one is around."
Scratching his head, John nodded in agreement.
At the corner, Daphne stopped when she saw John was going to say hello.
The expression on her face was complicated, the original joy disappeared, and the pineapple pizza that she worked hard in her hand fell to the ground.
Hermione led the way, John followed.
From time to time, he looked at the thunder-like lines on the back of his hand, let alone pretty.
Unlike the one on Harry's forehead, John's scary-looking one has an inexplicable sense of beauty.
When they reached the covered bridge, Hermione, who had been silent all this time, spoke.
She stared at John in a daze, and then asked expectantly, "John, where is the password note I gave you?"
John froze for a moment, thought about it, and when he was fighting Sirius, he used a flame spell to dry the swamp, and the paper turned into ashes.
So he said honestly: "No, it was burned."
burnt?
Hermione didn't expect this answer, she thought it was ridiculous.
After a long silence, she left without saying a word.
John didn't understand what it was doing, touched his chin and guessed: "Did she not let me feed the cat?"
It's okay, I still have to find Sirius Black during this time, and I don't have that much time.
Turning away from the covered bridge, John bumps into Daphne.
This direction happened to be able to see the covered bridge, and John wondered why she was here.
Daphne had a victorious smile on her face, she was in a good mood, and even walked up to John and pulled up his sleeves.
"I learned pineapple pizza and Chinese strawberry dumplings."
She looked happy, and John gasped when he heard the names of these dishes.
Is this what people can think of?
Didn't you say last time that you studied cooking for two and a half years, I liked you quite a bit (smiling face)......
Why do you have to make trouble with fruit, you are going to be asked to get out of Italy and Tianchao, okay?
...
