HP Magic Biography

"What's wrong?" Seeing Fanlin's face changed, Furong couldn't help laughing.

"Nothing." Fanlin shook his head. He didn't want to say anything to Furong. If you tell Hermione, the ghost knows what Furong will think of, and Furong's brain is still powerful.

"Really?" Furong doubted.

"It's really okay, I just suddenly thought of a homework I had to do before."

"Homework?" Furong rolled her eyes, it was obvious that Fanlin didn't intend to tell her.

"By the way, didn't you mean that this semester is over, why?" Fanlin asked, he looked at Furong, and Furong did not wear Boothbarton's school uniform at all.

"Are you leaving?" Fanlin asked.

"nonsense."

"Okay..." Fan Lin smiled wryly, it was obvious that Furong was here to say goodbye to him.

"That's how you reacted?" Furong said irritably, and Fanlin sat back again, tidying up the books on the table.

"Then how can I react, you know, I'm here to learn alchemy, it's impossible to leave here, at least, before I got Nicolae May's answer."

As Fanlin was talking, it seemed that he was too lazy to organize the books with his hands. With a tap with his fingers, the books were naturally organized under the action of magic.

Very useful to organize spells, to say the least, can save him a lot of time.

"So, how do you arrange your vacation?" Fanlin asked, he stood up and stretched his muscles and bones, and the long-term concentration of research made his body a little stiff.

"I don't know yet. No matter what, I will send Gabriel home first, and I'll talk about things later, but what are you going to do?" Furong asked.

"Me?" Fanlin was taken aback for a while, to be honest, he really didn't know how to arrange it.

Before Dumbledore came, he had promised that he would be responsible for Van Lin's vacation arrangements. In fact, since coming to Hogwarts to go to school, Van Lin has rarely returned to his home.

Dumbledore was not as reliable as he had imagined. Since coming to Boothbarton, except for the first night, Fanlin had not seen Dumbledore for a full four months.

Is this abandoning him?

Then I spent four months alone in Busbarton.

If it hadn't been for Nicholas Lemay to teach him a lot of things, Fanlin must be going crazy, and communication is a very serious problem.

It seems that I am going to spend some time from Boothbarton, following Nicole May, and then...

Fan Lin suddenly felt a little at a loss. He didn't know what to do next.

"I will probably stay with Busbarton for a while," Fanlin said, "After all, there is still a lot to learn."

"But, are you not tired?" Furong said, "This kind of intensity study, even if it is me, whether it is physically or mentally..."

"Occasionally I get a little tired, but it's not bad," Fanlin said, "After all, it is always useful to really learn something."

"Okay." Furong nodded, "Actually, I'm here to say goodbye to you, but if I leave, you should be a lot easier."

"It's true, after all, it's not a good thing to be **** every day."

"hate?"

"A Chinese word that describes the relationship between friends is good." Fan Lin said with a guilty conscience.

"Okay." Furong nodded, she didn't know that Fanlin could speak Chinese.

"Right," Fanlin said, "Quidditch World Cup, you and Gabriel..."

"Maybe, but I'm not very interested in Quidditch, and Gabriel is the same."

"Okay." Fanlin nodded, "I will send you out."

The two walked side by side through Boothbarton’s campus. In fact, it was already in the afternoon when most of Busbarton’s students had already left. At least, the young lady who persistently pursued Fanlin didn't show up at the gate of Busbarton's school.

After Fanlin escaped from the limelight, although the hostility of the Busbarton boys did not dissipate, at least they would not take the initiative to find any trouble for Fanlin.

Such a bussbarton campus is still more pleasing, beautiful scenery, suitable temperature, plus the kind of youthful vitality revealed from the environment that Hogwarts does not have.

Fanlin still liked it very much, at least he was very happy to show Hermione, but whether Mr. Granger was willing to send Hermione to France is still open to question.

But whether Fanlin had the courage to say it, this is another question.

Well, this is really difficult.

However, Fanlin didn't intend to give Hermione to that idiot Krum for the fourth-grade dance.

This is a matter of principle.

"Okay, just send it here." Furong laughed, holding Gabriel in one hand, looking like an older sister.

"You can only go here, otherwise, you will be out of Boothbarton during the delivery." Fanlin said, which felt strange. He was a student at Hogwarts, and then stood at the school gate to deliver Booth. Patton’s students leave school...

"Next time it will be your turn to welcome me, and Gabriel." Furong smiled, and she waved at Fanlin.

"Then, goodbye?"

"That's all. Maybe we can meet again in the Quidditch World Cup."

"Goodbye!"

Watching the two go away, the scene that should have been sentimental, but because of the different human environment and location, has become a bit funny.

Well, he really didn't feel much. It was more important to reply to Hermione than to send Fleur.

"How is it, it feels weird?" Nicolae May's voice suddenly sounded from behind Fanlin, which frightened Fanlin.

He had to complain about this way of playing, whether it was Nicholas Lema or Dumbledore.

Well, it must be admitted that there is a kind of inscrutable pretense...style.

"It feels weird~www.wuxiaspot.com~It seems that I am a student of Busbarton."

"I told Dumbledore to turn you around, but it seems that you don't want to."

"Uh..." Fanlin was a little speechless. He is now a student of Nicole May, and it is obviously not convenient to refuse his teacher's words.

"How is your spell going?" Nicole May said, and he also saw Fanlin's embarrassment.

"The curse of appearance has been initially completed, but the restrictions are still relatively large, just like those silverware."

"I am surprised that you can do this. It is not easier than making a new alchemy product. It seems that you can go further than me, at least in magic. When I was a teenager, without you Current strength."

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