Sword and Magic and Taxi

The wider the spread of psychic powers, the better the training effect, but the easier it is to faint. [Reading the latest chapter] Zhao Mai must remain awake and unconscious, so that his body can gradually adapt. This feeling is a bit like when he is about to get drunk. Most of the pictures reflected in his mind are intermittent pictures. Although he has a lot of thoughts at every waking moment, he is already in confusion when he wants to start an action.

When the body is restricted, the only way is to give all the power of action to the psychic powers, trust this ability, just like trusting your own eyes and fingers.

No one can grasp the feeling the first time, and Zhao Mai is the same. He stood in the forbidden forest all night, shaking and half unconscious all night. The grain reserves kept guarding him with vigor, and couldn't hold on to it in the morning. Zhao Mai took the dog back to the dormitory to rest before going to class. The closer to the exam, the more targeted the content of Professor Dumbledore's lecture. It seems that he has great expectations for allowing more cram students to enter Hogwarts, as can be seen from his ability to act.

"You all have a great disadvantage in the accumulation of knowledge, but you are more mature and smarter than the students of the same grade." Dumbledore would say every time in class: "Magic is to make the heart full of power, while the wand accepts the spell. More of it is accepting your feelings. I am very confident in you, and you must be confident. If you are not confident, it will be difficult for your wand to believe in you. This is a process of mutual promotion."

He is no longer telling new knowledge, but is constantly reviewing items that need attention in the first to third grade exams. Many classmates already feel boring and unacceptable, but Zhao Mai is quite used to this rhythm-isn't this just exam-oriented education? Dumbledore would repeat and repeat for half of the morning, and then the remaining half of the morning would be targeted training.

He treats every student equally, including Addo, who he can't communicate with. Addo's spells are learned very quickly, but he doesn't like all offensive spells, including non-killing spells like weapons and fainting. If it's shooting targets, Addo can hit three times in ten times. If it's a wizard duel, he will completely stop... This is not because of his lack of ability, but purely a psychological effect.

Zhao Mai and Xiao Hua couldn't do anything about Addo, not even Dumbledore. However, he still persevered in encouraging Addo, explaining over and over that these two spells were not harmful, but rather a kind of protection, hoping that he could relieve the burden in his heart. But what he faced was always the confused look of Addo, and the unchanging sentence "Ado?"

Time quickly entered May, with only two weeks left before the final exam. Albeira came to Tolkien and Zhao Mai’s room that day, and mysteriously said to them: "Are you still worried about the exam? I organized a study group and invited excellent students from the sixth grade of the school to help. Let’s contact spells and potions-these two courses are the most difficult after all. Come on together!"

"Is there such a good thing?" Tolkien took off his pipe and put it on the table. He has a habit of holding a pipe, mainly to help focus his thoughts, but he rarely really lights it up. "When? In what format?"

"The curse is a wizard confrontation, so that it is easy to find the gaps and then make targeted improvements. The potions are mainly for viewing and assistance. The sixth grade students just have to prepare some potions for the next semester before the holiday starts, and bring them along. we."

As soon as this was the case, Tolkien wasn't much interested. His spell level is average, if it is only for guidance and demonstration, then he is very interested. He doesn't like the wizard duel, because it reminds him of the scene on the battlefield, so he always avoids it subconsciously.

The potions classroom has always been very popular, and the tutors can't always get it—the main reason is the school's favoritism, and the other is that the spell class is more difficult and students need more practice. Tolkien likes to concoct medicine, but if he can do it, he might as well work for Mike. Others don't know, but Tolkien is very aware of his friend's terrifying talent and ability in potions.

"Okay, thank you, we will go as soon as we finish what we have at hand." Tolkien said. Elbella is also kind. It is not easy to be able to spend her time to serve the students. Zhao Mai thought for a while, and suddenly said, "We will definitely go."

"Ah, that's great. At 1 o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom." Albela smiled happily: "You must not be late!"

After the door was closed, Tolkien looked at Zhao Mai a little strangely: "Aren't you the one who takes the time to train the most? Why do you want to participate in this kind of thing?"

"Look at how the others are doing, so I have a plan in mind." Zhao Mai pointed to Addo: "Among the three of us, Addo and I have obvious shortcomings, but you are the safest. .You don’t need to go, but I have to go and see for the sake of Addo."

"Weak board? At least you won't have it again." Tolkien snorted, counted more than ten pages in front of him, arranged them in order, and then gave Zhao Mai: "Hey, this is what I compiled. The phonetic method of the inscription, and the guesswork of the more ancient spells. You can try it now."

Zhao Mai rushed to take it, scanned back and forth, and patted Tolkien on the shoulder and said, "You really did it? Thank you so much! But I can't understand it!"

"The phonetic notation above is a kind of method I created. It's weird if you can understand it!" Tolkien said to Zhao Mai: "Since I gave you this method, I naturally want to teach you. Come on, first It’s relatively simple starting from the phonetic phonology."

Relative simplicity must be the standard for linguistics professors. Zhao Mai tried many times, and none of them could get Tolkien nodded in recognition. "It's weird, your English is quite standard~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's okay to pronounce words, and so is your French. It stands to reason that this thing is not that difficult!"

Zhao Mai couldn't say that his language proficiency was achieved with destiny gold coins. The current phonetic method is his true language level. All spells are languages, or use Druidic, or use dragon language, elvish language or even common language, it will always be a regular and meaningful language, and it can be recognized by the language of fate gold and use. But Tolkien made this syllable sound only for cheating, very close to nonsense. Zhao Mai can only exercise his lips.

"I'll record all your sounds first, and then practice slowly." Zhao Mai then looked back: "Tell me about the ancient spell language you created."

"Okay, you read it with me. Ashenazk!"

"Ashnazic?" Zhao Mai could move his magic wand while reading. The wand was slightly hot in his hand, and then a ring of fire appeared from the top of the wand, slowly flew out, ran towards the curtain and started to burn. Zhao Mai quickly extinguished the fire with the power of ice. "What's going on?" he asked suspiciously.

"God, I didn't expect it to work." Tolkien was obviously frightened. He fell into the chair, pinching his nose and muttering to himself: "My thoughts actually met?" (To be continued.)