Chapter 293: Maybe This Is the Boss

"Okay..." Fan Lin felt a little frustrated. He couldn't feel any hope now.

It's just like the dinner at Hogwarts, but the food prepared at the dinner is prepared in advance by the house elves of Hogwarts in the kitchen, and then delivered uniformly using magic spells.

The ice cream the woman gave him obviously did not disappear out of thin air. The principle is the same as the dinner at Hogwarts. However, Diagon Alley is in London, and here, it seems that it is still in Hogwarts, and it is even said to be in a different dimension. Hogwarts does not rely on magic items, but simply captures objects. Not even Dumbledore can reach this level.

Facing Dumbledore, Fanlin would have no chance at all, let alone someone who far surpassed Dumbledore.

"Why don't you try it? According to your memory, you should like this flavor of ice cream very much, and... you don't have to worry about what's in it. In fact, if I want to kill you, I don't have to do this at all. It’s a waste of effort, and... where do you, a little kid, get so many ideas!”

"But you..." Fan Lin felt helpless for a moment. He wanted to refute the person in front of him, no matter what aspect, but the woman's ability to read his thoughts at any time really made him feel unable to do so.

Fan Lin also knows one person who has this kind of legilimens without any trace, and that is the sister of the famous biologist Newt Scamander's wife, that is, the witch named Queenie. She can read anything anytime, anywhere. People's thoughts, including Mr. Scamander, are completely helpless against Queenie's abilities.

Of course, this is also the reason why Fan Lin's energy is not enough. If it were Professor Snape or Dumbledore, unless they were willing, the memory reading...

"It's the same for the two of them, it just takes more time. Moreover, as someone who has visited the soul world, I think in this world, as long as you don't take the initiative to tell it, then your secret is generally not It will be read. After all, you have your own consciousness injected into you in the soul world, but it is much stronger than external power. After all, your head is your territory. "

"Then what's going on with you!" Fan Lin said angrily, "According to what you mean, even Dumbledore can't read my memory at will..."

"Because I'm the boss!" A strange expression appeared on the woman's face. Fan Lin only thought that he had seen this expression before, and it was the memory from another world.

This should be said about the performance of the second grade.

"You're only in the second grade... Damn it!" The woman waved her hand and slapped Fan Lin on the forehead.

The force was so strong that Fan Lin's forehead quickly turned red.

"Don't think that I don't know what this means. I have a good understanding of it, including everything about you and the other memory in your body. You actually have this kind of feeling towards God... No, you have this kind of feeling towards the boss. idea!"

"I really don't know what that means..." Fan Lin refused to cry, but the woman's slap was like breaking his tear ducts, and tears rolled uncontrollably in his eyes. It almost fell.

"It's better to act like a child..." The woman's face suddenly changed, and she gently stroked Fan Lin's hair like a kitten, "This is so good... You have to be worthy of your age. You are only ten... twelve years old. Don't act like an old person. You have to be worthy of your time. At such a young age, there is a soul of several dozen years old living in your heart. I really shouldn’t have given my memories to you so early, come on, give it to my sister...oh...let’s cry to the boss!”

The woman gently picked up Fan Lin's chin with her fingers. She even gently tickled Fan Lin's chin as if teasing a kitten.

"By the way, I'm really dissatisfied with your Animagus. Why can't you always be a cat?" The woman seemed distressed, "But I like cats very much..."

"I..." Before Fan Lin could finish his words, he found that he had transformed into the familiar Animagus form, with white hair and tender pink claws.

"It's true, there are no cats as cute..." The woman was very distressed. He kept teasing Fanlin's chin and belly with his hands, as if he was training a pet at home.

Fan Lin made a squeaking sound. If it were Hermione, he would be able to accept it, but the person in front of him was obviously not Hermione. She just... just had the form of Hermione.

But the woman obviously didn't think so. She continued to play with Fanlin's Animagus form, but no matter what, the woman seemed a little dissatisfied.

The woman seemed to be deep in thought, and finally stopped moving her hands. Fan Lin wanted to leave, but his body was imprisoned in place again.

"This is it!" The woman seemed to have decided something, and Fan Lin saw a little light falling on him in the woman's hand. Immediately afterwards, strange changes occurred in his body.

Fanlin could feel that his body was growing taller, and his limbs began to become slender, no longer feeling like short legs. Then there was a crackling sound of bones moving in his body. For things like growing bones, the process is always painful.

The burning feeling spread all over his body, which made Fanlin wonder if the woman was going to stew him. He wanted to tell the woman that ferret meat was not delicious at all, but he couldn't speak human words at all now. Still an Animagus.

"Don't worry, I'll stew yours. Actually, I'm not very interested in meat, but why are you so dark inside? I'm just doing it for your own good, making some changes that I like. You like cats, too, don't you? How about a ragdoll cat?"

The woman laughed, clapped her hands, and more light fell on Fan Lin's body. The burning sensation became stronger and stronger, which made Fan Lin feel a little crazy.

He wanted to ask the woman to stop, but his original squeak had completely disappeared, replaced by a soft and sticky meow...

"My God, what did she do to me..." Fan Lin's heart was broken at this moment, and he didn't know how to describe his own experience.

I have a sentence..., I don't know if I should say it.

"Don't say it!" Hermione stood up and looked at Fan Lin's changing body with a serious face.

"Don't use your grief and anger to slander and defame the big boss you should respect. This is very impolite. Aren't you usually the most respectful!" Hermione took two steps back slightly.

(Sorry, I'm about to start XX!)

She looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking very melancholy, "Maybe... this is the boss..." (To be continued)