A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

Yunieff easily tore the pages full of words from the notebook. During the tearing process, he also made a very clear and pleasant "tear, tear, tear" sound, as if the paper itself couldn't wait to be torn. Same.

Then, he tore the page in half, folded it together, tore it in half again, folded it together again...

As more and more layers are stacked, the sound of tearing paper becomes smaller and smaller. When the sound of tearing paper becomes quieter to a certain level, the paper can no longer be torn.

So be it.

Yunieff gently placed the pile of scraps of paper on the table and took a deep breath.

It's impossible to say that he's not nervous or worried. What if he just doesn't have magic power?

Moreover, without a magic wand, even if he has magic power, he may not be able to succeed.

But these two distracting thoughts, as small as dust, only flashed in my mind for a moment, and were suppressed by the will like a mountain.

Try it, you must try it!

If you don’t give it a try, your life will just stay in the same place!

He gently exhaled the air that had circulated in his stomach, and recalled in his mind the trajectory of the repair spell taught by Endrexi.

He undoubtedly had a better memory than Hermione, and therefore remembered it more clearly.

The beginning and end of a stroke, every curl, every bend, and even the different speeds of a stroke across different positions, are as vivid as returning to that scene.

Even if he is willing, it may not be impossible to play it at a slow speed of 0.5 times on the visual cortex of the brain.

Obviously, in terms of precision, he was absolutely able to reproduce [-]% the trajectory drawn by Indreich at that time.

This is actually not the norm.

It was the result of his 360-degree ultra-precision observation and learning in the night watchman form.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of thing is far from possible.

It can be said that it is the product of the right time, right place and right people.

But even so, if it is just a simple memory, it will not activate the trajectory of the repair spell.

It also requires focus.

If recall is to confirm whether such a thing exists in one's mind, then concentration is to take this thing out of the mind and put it in front of one's eyes.

Moreover, as concentration progresses, the trajectory will become clearer and brighter, and the consciousness attached to the trajectory will feel smoother.

It's like filling the uneven gravel road with cement, or laying a railroad track between the starting point and the end point.

As expected, it went very smoothly.

In other words, it was just too smooth.

At the moment when the trajectory is completed, time and the picture freeze here.

Yunieff saw an extremely bright golden light bursting out from the beginning of the trajectory along the curve, and his attached consciousness was like riding on a jet-type supersonic roller coaster going downhill, and he deeply experienced a feeling of lightning speed. .

Then, the golden light became more and more arrogant, and it suddenly submerged the so-called trajectory, and it seemed like golden magma gushes out from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely powerful force surged through the body, rolling up huge waves in an instant like a great wave that had not been seen in thousands of years.

Time and images finally started to flow.

I saw pieces of shredded paper flying out of the stack of paper, quickly splicing into a complete page in the air, and spinning around in the air again, like a lost child in the mall looking for his parents, but the next second It was inserted into the place where the notebook had been torn before.

Repaired as new.

If that was all it was, everything would be perfect.

Not only did he prove that he had magical powers, but it was conceivable that Hogwarts, which had recorded the occurrence of magical powers, would soon send an envelope notifying him of admission.

But this power seemed to have been accumulated for a long time, like a stone monkey that had accumulated countless sun essence and moonlight, jumping out of the stone, and it was shocking!

You can see that everything in the bedroom is being repaired with every effort.

The chipped paint on the edge of the wall was like a butterfly flapping its wings and flying back to the wall and ceiling.

The iron bed of unknown age buzzed, and the desk of the same age creaked, as if an old man was desperately trying to straighten his back.

The rips in the blanket were quickly woven together, and the patches on the clothes and trousers were completely invisible.

In addition, the most numerous things in the room were the stacks of old books, magazines and newspapers. Not to mention that the covers had been smoothed away with wrinkles and cracks and made brand new, but the folded and curled headers and footers of each page were also like His brows stretched out.

Before Yunieff could express his due exclamation at this magical scene, his ears heard "Wow", "What'sup" and "Jesus" coming from outside the bedroom. Shout!

He opened the door and saw all kinds of messy pieces of paper, wood, wall, and plastic flying everywhere in the corridor.

When I ran to the stairs, I found that the originally convex and concave places on the stone stairs were being filled with gravel and became smooth.

When I went down to the foyer, I saw the cracks on the black and white tiles on the floor being patched together.

All the children were screaming. Their clothes, pants, books, stationery, and toys were all becoming as new as ever.

If that's all it is, it doesn't seem to matter.

After all, this is the first burst of magic power in life, so it is understandable that it is a little stronger.

But it was even more crowded outside!

Yunieff immediately turned around and rushed out of the door like a water snake as nimbly and quickly as a water snake among the surprised and confused children.

When I came to the yard, I saw pieces of debris on the ground pouring towards the surface of the house like gray mist, like a backward waterfall.

When we came to the street, we saw that the facades, pavement, street lights, bicycles, horse-drawn carriages, and cars were all changing their luster.

What's even more outrageous is that the buildings a little further away are being demolished, either a little, half, or down to their skeletons.

Countless masonry and rubble are flying around the main body of steel bars like a tornado, and they are rapidly changing and reorganizing like Transformers.

More and more people are coming to the street. Some are looking at this crazy world at a loss, and some are dancing as if they are having a mental illness.

"Is this a miracle?" Yunieff heard a voice ask.

"This is the devil!" he heard another voice reply.

If it's just this, whether it's a miracle or a devil, I believe that the experienced Ministry of Magic will be able to handle it properly.

But this was a huge sound that was as loud as the whole world was boiling. It stimulated Yunieff's nerves like a thousand needles and made him understand that there was more to it.

He suddenly turned around and rushed towards where he came from, passing through the iron gate, across the courtyard, through the foyer, jumped up the steps, jumped up the stairs like the wind, and reached the second floor, the third floor, the fourth floor, and the top floor of the rooftop. .

There was no time to care about the fierce sunshine, the noisy wind, and the roar of people.

He just looked around. As far as he could see, at least two to three blocks away from the orphanage, there was this crazy scene that was joyful, painful, exciting, and depressing. It was enough to subvert the worldview of ordinary people in this life. .

Who would have thought that a few minutes ago, Yunivo just wanted to give it a try!