HP Magic Biography

"So, is it against it?"

"Not necessarily, maybe it's what's inside." Fanlin frowned. "I think it's not that we can't find Dumbledore. Maybe he and Nicole May are already trapped inside."

I have to admit that this is a reasonable argument, but this argument is obviously not very acceptable.

"So, what should I do now? Wait for the two of them to come out, or talk to go in?" Fanlin said helplessly, staying here or trying to blow up this stone room?

The feeling of staying with a corpse was not very good anyway.

"We figured out how to get out of here," Rutherford said. "Although I don't feel bad, but in fact, I can sleep for a hundred years, and you and your partner obviously..."

Rutherford said, for a vampire, although a hundred years of slumber was long, it was only a blink of an eye in consciousness. Although it was no different from death, it was clear that Fanlin and Hermione could not be trusted at all.

"Perhaps we can put him back first." Fanlin pointed to the coffin in the center of the stone room, "and then consume the extra magic power here, maybe it will be opened after prohibition."

"That's fine." Rutherford nodded and was trapped in the mausoleum. Even as a vampire, this was obviously unacceptable.

"Wait, this corpse seemed...moved..." Hermione looked at the Wolfhead nervously.

"Moved?" Fanlin was a little surprised, with obsidian isolation. Obviously, this thing should have been destroyed early in a long time. You must know that obsidian has the effect of exorcising evil, and his alias Longjing It's no joke, Dragon Crystal can make a weapon against the dead.

Fanlin looked at the wolf-head soldier carefully. Perhaps it was because of the contact with the air. The body began to shake slightly, but it looked more like oxidation. The wolf-head soldier's body was shrinking rapidly, waiting until Fanlin ignored him. When Min stopped and walked over, the corpse was completely shriveled, leaving only bones wrapped in skin.

"Don't be nervous, Hermione, it's just oxidation," Fanlin said. "It's going to be like this after a long time."

"Wait, inside..." Rutherford said, seeing as the corpse limp, the originally clear magic liquid quickly became turbid, and soon the surroundings fell into darkness again.

"Varin..." Hermione said, "that body..."

The brilliance on the wand lighted up the entire stone room again, but it was more or less dim than before.

"It seems that the water in the corpse is lost..." Fanlin said hesitantly, "But will the magic liquid be the same as water?"

"Should..." Rutherford hesitated and looked at the dry skinny corpse in front of him. Even so, the skeleton was much larger than them.

"Wait, don't come here..." Rutherford said suddenly. At some unknown time, a thin layer of hair grew from the corpse. In a blink of an eye, the entire corpse was covered by white hair. The hair grew longer and longer, and soon the black skin of the corpse had disappeared completely.

Now it looks like a werewolf, a white wolf or an ice wolf?

"This thing seems to..." After a few steps back, everyone is waiting for change, because no one can tell what the situation is.

Moldy?

Moreover, it took tens of seconds?

Obviously, this is unlikely. Under extremely low temperatures, these molds and things are obviously impossible to have such a high activity, but the problem is that there is no such high activity under normal conditions.

"Perhaps this is how it is?" Rutherford said, and it seemed more pleasing to the eye that it seemed to match the wolf's head.

"The magic liquid is decreasing." Hermione called, and Fanlin realized that the magic liquid that could still see the liquid level did not know when it had disappeared in his sight.

"I think he might stand up." Rutherford said, "this reminds me of another trip to Egypt, a resurrected mummy."

"Very well, if you can think of anything, I hope you can finish it all at once." Fan Lin said bluntly, but this time, as Hermione said, the corpse was really moving.

"Lie down for me honestly." Fanlin is also not interested in waiting for any changes in him. Although this does not fit the definition of a dead person, because of the lack of soul injection, in fact, Fanlin is not interested in watching one The half-human monster stood up with his spear.

Fanlin slammed a few spells unceremoniously, but unexpectedly, it felt like a hit on steel, and it had no effect at all except to shake the corpse twice.

"Varin, he... he seems to be standing up." Hermione said nervously, and pointed her wand at the wolfhead.

It seemed that it was because of the long absence of activity that the figure was a bit sluggish, but there was no doubt that he was about to stand up, and Fanlin saw that his palm was resting on the edge of the coffin.

"Give me, die."

"Reducto! (Bone to pieces

The crimson light almost disappeared into the body of the wolf head soldier without any pause. Then, in the next second, the curse exploded, but there was no more results than blowing up a piece of fur.

"Simple spells are of no use to him." Rutherford said, "The body of this thing is beyond imagination. Even the fire dragon can't have such high resistance."

"It's up to you, I've seen it all." Fanlin said bluntly, "With this skill, you might as well figure out how to make him lie back honestly."

As Fanlin said, a layer of ice mist instantly condensed on the top of the coffin, like a huge lid, trying to trap the living corpse inside.

However, this didn't last long. As he saw, a black spear pierced straight through the ice cap that Fanlin had condensed with magic.

"Damn... is he not affected by the cold?"

"People sleep here." Rutherford said, "The old world, the polar regions..."

...

"Then, try this..." Fanlin said, trying to burn the corpse with a fierce fire curse.

However, the previous unfavorable, even the fierce fire curse that can destroy even Horcruxes does not seem so effective at this moment.

The flame ignited the entire body in an instant, and even if the long hair showed signs of melting, it didn't seem to be so effective when placed on the wolf head soldier.

It was like building a protective layer, and Fanlin saw the flames of the fierce fire curse falling one by one from the wolf head soldier...

Then, a pair of azure blue eyes stared at Fanlin closely through the flame~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If there was a wolf roar, it would be even more perfect.

"The magic circle weakened our curse." Fanlin quickly came to the conclusion. Judging from the melted spear, the fire curse did not lose its effect, but it was weakened. It was placed on this corpse. It is easy to use a lot of magic to get out.

It seems that the lower body of the wolf head soldier has not been completely transformed. So far, Fan Lin has only seen the head and arms of the wolf head soldier moving, which made Fan Lin a little relieved.

"Let's get rid of him?" Rutherford asked uncertainly. The blood magic that Rutherford relied on obviously won't play any role for this kind of thing that is obviously dead, and it is also affected by low temperature.

"Perhaps you can consider the past." Fanlin glanced at the half-melted spear, "Fight close, come and show us the powerful physique of the blood race."

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