Chapter 99 Unstable Mental Power

Helping Neville back from Madam Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey said that if there was no warming spell, Neville would definitely be frozen, but even so, Neville still caught a very serious cold.

For this reason, Fanlin always felt very guilty because it was because of him that Neville became like this, although Neville tried his best to persuade Fanlin not to take it to heart.

"How is it, is Neville's cold better?" Hermione was sitting on the sofa reading an advanced spell book. Although this is a senior reading material and will only be used in ordinary wizard exams, it is not a bad thing for Hermione to learn more.

Fanlin still agrees with this. In terms of learning, the two are still amazingly synchronized.

However, Fanlin is more for learning some spells that are more suitable for him, after all, he has to play his advantages as a warlock.

"Fortunately, although he is still sick, he no longer has a fever. Why is there no spell that can cure the cold?" Fanlin complained a little badly.

"Didn't Madam Pomfrey say that using potions can easily reduce Neville's physique? Besides, this is not your fault." Hermione was a little depressed. The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class was too bad. Even though Hermione was a fanatical fan, she couldn't help but feel a little upset.

"Okay, Hermione..." Fanlin quickly changed the subject, otherwise Hermione would be entangled in this issue.

"By the way, what did Harry and Ron do?"

"What else can they do..." Hermione said unhappily, "They went to play pranks with Fred and George."

Suddenly, Hermione became a little angry, "The most hateful thing is that George and Fred even dragged their little sister Ginny."

"Uh..." Fanlin was a little embarrassed. "Ginny is still young after all, and she is at the age of playing."

"But you and Ginny are the same age, both eleven years old." Hermione said without raising her head, "If the two of them take Ginny around every day like this, sooner or later Ginny will develop some bad habits."

"This..." Fanlin was speechless. He felt that he and Hermione had no qualifications to evaluate Ginny. After all, Hermione was only one year older than Ginny, and Fanlin was the same age as Ginny. These days were very embarrassing.

However, Hermione didn't think there was anything wrong. She nagged Fanlin for a few more words, and then continued to devote herself to her great research on spells.

Hermione felt that she couldn't lose to Fanlin, at least she had to come up with a more practical spell.

After leaving the Gryffindor public lounge, Fanlin finally became serious. Today was Saturday, and it was time for Professor Snape's teaching that Dumbledore had agreed for him.

For some reason, although Professor Snape's potion helped, Fan Lin's mental power was still very unstable. For example, when he subdued the elves, Fan Lin only needed to release a little cold air to calm all the elves.

However, in fact, Fan Lin only felt that he had released a little magic power, but for some reason, he could not control the output of magic power at all.

Once the spell was released, the magic power in Fan Lin's body seemed to have found an outlet, and it was difficult to suppress. That's why the whole classroom became as cold as the winter of Christmas.

And, most importantly, this was without activating the secret spell on his body.

His magic power was out of control, which made Fan Lin feel very uncomfortable.

...

"Come in!"

Professor Snape's voice suddenly came out of the room. The tone was eternal and gloomy.

It should be discovered by the defensive formation. You know, Professor Snape's office is always set up with many strange formations. If you break in privately, then, I'm sorry, you will be attacked by various spells, including many black magic and soul curses that you have never seen.

You know, Professor Snape has always been very good at black magic, but he has never been able to apply for the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Come on, show me what you have achieved in such a long time." Snape flipped his hand, and his wand jumped into his hand, and it was unknown where he took it out from.

"Professor, I..." Fanlin originally wanted to finish his story, but Snape did not give him a chance. A disarming spell was cast at Fanlin through silent casting.

This forced Fanlin to turn over in embarrassment.

It is worth mentioning that Snape protected his entire office with a magic circle to prevent some unnecessary troubles. You know, as Fanlin's magic power grows, the content of teaching will no longer be some simple immobilization spells and petrification spells. Although what is taught is the original restricted black magic, it will not cause any harm to the environment after all.

I still remember the last time when Fanlin practiced the God's Edge Shadowless Curse for the first time, he split a hole in the cabinet containing materials. At that time, Professor Snape's eyes were still quite scary.

...

The battle didn't last long, after all, Fanlin and Snape were not on the same level.

Under Snape's not-so-intensive attacks, Fanlin's counterattack was still very awkward.

Fanlin had tried his best to cast all the combat spells he knew, even some simple water spells in the seal, such as some simple water arrows and ice cones, etc. Fanlin even tried to use some of his own modified impact magic, Rivershockave (water flow impact).

But unfortunately, Fanlin did not succeed.

"Okay, you can stop now." Snape waved his hand, and a bottle of potion flew into Fanlin's hand.

Continuously casting spells, Fanlin's magic power was quickly consumed through the effect of the secret spell, which made Fanlin's originally recovered face pale again.

"The magic power grows very fast, but... it's very frivolous and not very stable." Snape turned around and fiddled with something on his table.

"Well, yes..." Fanlin panted, and the power of Snape's potion began to take effect, which made him less uncomfortable.

"I'm in Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"Okay, you can shut up." Snape waved his hand impatiently.

"This is the consequence of your magic power growing too fast, but don't worry, this situation just requires you to practice a lot."

"Practice?" Fanlin looked at Snape in confusion. Fanlin has never stopped practicing spells, but it doesn't have much effect.

"Yes, it's practice." (To be continued)