Chapter 600 Level 7, Bottleneck
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The little golden man has another name.
Star spirit guard.
They can maintain their magic power through the power of the stars, and they don't need to eat.
In the protoss state, they are golden little people, bouncing around, and laughing like children one by one.
This state allows them to consume the least cost.
The second state is Divine Guard, a white magic armor with a pattern drawn with gold lines on it, which is a magic circle, which can always offset external damage.
The armor is as white as ceramics, but it can withstand attacks beyond itself.
Arms covered with black dragon skin, golden blades on the shoulder armor, and big horns on the head can gather magic power to attack.
And the protoss in the state of divine guard has a super high resistance to black magic, and its strength is even more astonishing.
John couldn't bear to look at such a perfect creature in the wizarding world.
He saw the two divine guards bumping each other's heads there, laughing foolishly.
Then on the other side, a divine guard grabbed the other two and tossed them like balls.
"My perfect guard."
John covered his face in pain.
The mind of the Protoss is like that of a child, so each of these divine guards is extraordinarily innocent.
Just as he was about to sigh, John saw a white ball of light rising from the horn of Shenwei.
The ball of light flew towards a star, and in an instant the star exploded like fireworks.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Okay, stop everything."
John ordered, and the naughty protoss stood up one by one.
It's just that some people are not used to this body shape, so some of them bump into each other, and some bump into each other with their big horns.
"Okay, line up."
After queuing for 3 minutes, the team was lined up.
John also knew to let them get used to this body, he beckoned and said, "Where are the two little guys I chose earlier?"
Two divine guards walked out of the team. There were subtle differences on their bodies, such as the pattern of the golden thread or the horns, or maybe the color.
It is estimated that it will take a while to be fully recognized.
John glanced at the divine guard whose chest pattern resembled a redbud flower, and said, "I named you Hector."
Looking at the man next to him who was using magical energy to transform his arms into two swords, John said, "Your name is Hermo."
The two divine guards jumped up happily after having their own names.
But they seem to have forgotten what they are now, and it was a disaster when they jumped up.
Fortunately, after bouncing around for a while, these divine guards all turned back into protoss.
To be familiar with transformation, you need to let them practice well.
After all, you can't scare John every time.
Hector and Hermer became John's bodyguards, and John cleaned up the astral area.
The remodeled protoss ran to other gates to have fun.
Integrating the Zouwu blood gave John the ability he had always wanted.
He raised his finger and gently slid across the void in front of him.
The golden traces seemed to cut through the air, opening up the space, revealing the passage leading to Hagrid's cabin behind.
This portal directly ignores Hogwarts' unplotable magic.
Stepping into the portal, the two little tails behind him also jumped in.
"fly."
Hector spoke, pointing to a crow.
Hermer next to him said, "Bird."
John heard them muttering, and thoughtfully said: "The language of the protoss?"
They spoke not English, but an incomprehensible language.
It's kind of like childish gibberish.
The two little guys were very talkative after speaking, and they muttered behind John for a long time.
Hagrid was dragging the Christmas tree out of the Forbidden Forest, and said with a puzzled look on his face, "I seem to hear something."
"You heard right."
John came over and glanced at the tree.
Hagrid was in charge of this every year, even after becoming a professor.
John asked casually, "How many more?"
"It's going to take twelve, and this is the seventh," said Hagrid.
"I think I can help."
"No John, I can... Merlin's beard."
Hagrid was about to refuse, when he saw the two little guys behind John suddenly rise to eight feet tall as if they were frightened.
The body of the armor guard exudes white light, which looks extremely sacred.
Hagrid stared blankly.
"what is this?"
John shrugged, and with a successful mischievous smile, he said, "As I said, the guard, of course you can be called the Protoss Guardian."
"The good news is that they don't need mana consumption," John spread his hands, "they can survive by absorbing the power of the stars."
"God, you can always create surprises." Hagrid couldn't recover for a long time, and said, "This is the second thing I've seen this year that made me lose sleep. The first one is that you killed Voldemort."
Hector and Hermo entered the Forbidden Forest and came out dragging two trees.
John laughed: "Magic serves wizards."
Helping Hagrid bring the Christmas tree into the castle, John turns the Guardians back into protoss.
The little guy hid in John's pocket, looking up at Basil who was staring at him.
"You made this?" Malfoy wondered. "It looks as weak as a velvet."
Puddings are cute and magical animals popular with young children, and their furry appearance has led to them being often trafficked as family pets.
"They can knock you out for three days with one punch, Draco."
John stopped Malfoy from poking Hermer with a fork, and the little guy was extremely painful when he hit him.
Tomorrow is the Christmas holiday, and Malfoy is going to stay away from Hogwarts, a place that needs to be sneaky, and take a romantic trip to France with Astoria.
Daphne was unaware of this.
Daphne thought that her sister would go to Chelsea with her to study cooking.
I heard that there is a chef named Ramsay who is very good.
Neville's holiday arrangement was to spend with his family, and his parents' absences were always made up for.
"Okay, but I need to give you a task."
John became a loner at Hogwarts again, and he said, "Train the Protoss guards for me, each of you will take one away."
The protoss guards are still very immature, and they can't even transform without relying on external forces.
John is going to ask his friends to help with training, and he has to send a few branches to France and the United States.
Everyone in the Star Society has nothing to do, but when John sees Malfoy, he very much doubts whether the Protoss will learn from him.
Perhaps his skeptical expression was so obvious that Malfoy felt insulted.
"Who do you look down on!" Malfoy said angrily, "I am very talented in education!"
"Okay." John sighed, worried.
Malfoy was filled with grief and anger, "Ato, he doubts me!"
Astoria hesitated to speak, "Does Draco have to be trained, John?"
"No way, there are too many, I can't do it alone." John said sadly.
Malfoy was in despair, even his own girlfriend doubted him so much.
He vowed to make John look at him differently, isn't it the little protoss guard, let him teach him to be the best one!
Although no one believed it, Malfoy still felt that he could.
This optimistic spirit lasted until he was in the Star Club, when he saw the little guy who turned into a divine guard smash a stone taller than himself with a punch.
The direction of his thinking changed from teaching the protoss guards to how he would not be killed by a single punch.
Astoria likes the cute little Protoss very much. Apart from the scary appearance of Shenwei, this little guy is still very confusing.
That night, John did not go back to the dormitory.
He checks on every Protoss at the Club of Stars, making sure the cute little golden guy doesn't suddenly beat his friend to death.
[Ding, magic power upgraded successfully, current magic power: level 7]
John exhaled, and the breath turned purple and turned into a ball of fire.
His eyes faded, calling out to the panel.
Staring at the magic power that turned gray, there was no joy in his brows.
"A bottleneck?"
Looking at the level 7 on his panel, John felt a headache.
I seem to have reached the upper limit of my magic power. If I want to go further, can I only rely on the Elder Wand?
"I need something that will allow me to continue to improve."
Standing at the top of the wizarding world, John wasn't satisfied.
He knew that the god above the wizard was not as simple as level 7.
Now he has come to a bottleneck period.
Break through this bottleneck, and he will be detached.
And being bound by the bottleneck, then he may be the next Grindelwald, or Dumbledore.
...
Star spirit guard.
They can maintain their magic power through the power of the stars, and they don't need to eat.
In the protoss state, they are golden little people, bouncing around, and laughing like children one by one.
This state allows them to consume the least cost.
The second state is Divine Guard, a white magic armor with a pattern drawn with gold lines on it, which is a magic circle, which can always offset external damage.
The armor is as white as ceramics, but it can withstand attacks beyond itself.
Arms covered with black dragon skin, golden blades on the shoulder armor, and big horns on the head can gather magic power to attack.
And the protoss in the state of divine guard has a super high resistance to black magic, and its strength is even more astonishing.
John couldn't bear to look at such a perfect creature in the wizarding world.
He saw the two divine guards bumping each other's heads there, laughing foolishly.
Then on the other side, a divine guard grabbed the other two and tossed them like balls.
"My perfect guard."
John covered his face in pain.
The mind of the Protoss is like that of a child, so each of these divine guards is extraordinarily innocent.
Just as he was about to sigh, John saw a white ball of light rising from the horn of Shenwei.
The ball of light flew towards a star, and in an instant the star exploded like fireworks.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Okay, stop everything."
John ordered, and the naughty protoss stood up one by one.
It's just that some people are not used to this body shape, so some of them bump into each other, and some bump into each other with their big horns.
"Okay, line up."
After queuing for 3 minutes, the team was lined up.
John also knew to let them get used to this body, he beckoned and said, "Where are the two little guys I chose earlier?"
Two divine guards walked out of the team. There were subtle differences on their bodies, such as the pattern of the golden thread or the horns, or maybe the color.
It is estimated that it will take a while to be fully recognized.
John glanced at the divine guard whose chest pattern resembled a redbud flower, and said, "I named you Hector."
Looking at the man next to him who was using magical energy to transform his arms into two swords, John said, "Your name is Hermo."
The two divine guards jumped up happily after having their own names.
But they seem to have forgotten what they are now, and it was a disaster when they jumped up.
Fortunately, after bouncing around for a while, these divine guards all turned back into protoss.
To be familiar with transformation, you need to let them practice well.
After all, you can't scare John every time.
Hector and Hermer became John's bodyguards, and John cleaned up the astral area.
The remodeled protoss ran to other gates to have fun.
Integrating the Zouwu blood gave John the ability he had always wanted.
He raised his finger and gently slid across the void in front of him.
The golden traces seemed to cut through the air, opening up the space, revealing the passage leading to Hagrid's cabin behind.
This portal directly ignores Hogwarts' unplotable magic.
Stepping into the portal, the two little tails behind him also jumped in.
"fly."
Hector spoke, pointing to a crow.
Hermer next to him said, "Bird."
John heard them muttering, and thoughtfully said: "The language of the protoss?"
They spoke not English, but an incomprehensible language.
It's kind of like childish gibberish.
The two little guys were very talkative after speaking, and they muttered behind John for a long time.
Hagrid was dragging the Christmas tree out of the Forbidden Forest, and said with a puzzled look on his face, "I seem to hear something."
"You heard right."
John came over and glanced at the tree.
Hagrid was in charge of this every year, even after becoming a professor.
John asked casually, "How many more?"
"It's going to take twelve, and this is the seventh," said Hagrid.
"I think I can help."
"No John, I can... Merlin's beard."
Hagrid was about to refuse, when he saw the two little guys behind John suddenly rise to eight feet tall as if they were frightened.
The body of the armor guard exudes white light, which looks extremely sacred.
Hagrid stared blankly.
"what is this?"
John shrugged, and with a successful mischievous smile, he said, "As I said, the guard, of course you can be called the Protoss Guardian."
"The good news is that they don't need mana consumption," John spread his hands, "they can survive by absorbing the power of the stars."
"God, you can always create surprises." Hagrid couldn't recover for a long time, and said, "This is the second thing I've seen this year that made me lose sleep. The first one is that you killed Voldemort."
Hector and Hermo entered the Forbidden Forest and came out dragging two trees.
John laughed: "Magic serves wizards."
Helping Hagrid bring the Christmas tree into the castle, John turns the Guardians back into protoss.
The little guy hid in John's pocket, looking up at Basil who was staring at him.
"You made this?" Malfoy wondered. "It looks as weak as a velvet."
Puddings are cute and magical animals popular with young children, and their furry appearance has led to them being often trafficked as family pets.
"They can knock you out for three days with one punch, Draco."
John stopped Malfoy from poking Hermer with a fork, and the little guy was extremely painful when he hit him.
Tomorrow is the Christmas holiday, and Malfoy is going to stay away from Hogwarts, a place that needs to be sneaky, and take a romantic trip to France with Astoria.
Daphne was unaware of this.
Daphne thought that her sister would go to Chelsea with her to study cooking.
I heard that there is a chef named Ramsay who is very good.
Neville's holiday arrangement was to spend with his family, and his parents' absences were always made up for.
"Okay, but I need to give you a task."
John became a loner at Hogwarts again, and he said, "Train the Protoss guards for me, each of you will take one away."
The protoss guards are still very immature, and they can't even transform without relying on external forces.
John is going to ask his friends to help with training, and he has to send a few branches to France and the United States.
Everyone in the Star Society has nothing to do, but when John sees Malfoy, he very much doubts whether the Protoss will learn from him.
Perhaps his skeptical expression was so obvious that Malfoy felt insulted.
"Who do you look down on!" Malfoy said angrily, "I am very talented in education!"
"Okay." John sighed, worried.
Malfoy was filled with grief and anger, "Ato, he doubts me!"
Astoria hesitated to speak, "Does Draco have to be trained, John?"
"No way, there are too many, I can't do it alone." John said sadly.
Malfoy was in despair, even his own girlfriend doubted him so much.
He vowed to make John look at him differently, isn't it the little protoss guard, let him teach him to be the best one!
Although no one believed it, Malfoy still felt that he could.
This optimistic spirit lasted until he was in the Star Club, when he saw the little guy who turned into a divine guard smash a stone taller than himself with a punch.
The direction of his thinking changed from teaching the protoss guards to how he would not be killed by a single punch.
Astoria likes the cute little Protoss very much. Apart from the scary appearance of Shenwei, this little guy is still very confusing.
That night, John did not go back to the dormitory.
He checks on every Protoss at the Club of Stars, making sure the cute little golden guy doesn't suddenly beat his friend to death.
[Ding, magic power upgraded successfully, current magic power: level 7]
John exhaled, and the breath turned purple and turned into a ball of fire.
His eyes faded, calling out to the panel.
Staring at the magic power that turned gray, there was no joy in his brows.
"A bottleneck?"
Looking at the level 7 on his panel, John felt a headache.
I seem to have reached the upper limit of my magic power. If I want to go further, can I only rely on the Elder Wand?
"I need something that will allow me to continue to improve."
Standing at the top of the wizarding world, John wasn't satisfied.
He knew that the god above the wizard was not as simple as level 7.
Now he has come to a bottleneck period.
Break through this bottleneck, and he will be detached.
And being bound by the bottleneck, then he may be the next Grindelwald, or Dumbledore.
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