Chapter 67 Psychic Medium

"This is impossible..." Zhao Ling opened his mouth wide and looked at the fire marks on the tree trunk. Zhao Ling felt as if he had missed tens of thousands of Chinese mythical beasts (****).

The promised power is different, and the promised explosion?

Zhao Ling couldn't help but doubt the knowledge he had learned in the past.

"How were you able to activate the spell?"

"Me?" Fan Lin looked at the talisman in his hand, "Isn't it the method you taught me? There's nothing strange about it."

"Uh, um..." Zhao Ling was at a loss for words. He was right, but Zhao Ling still wanted to see this foreign bastard's joke!

"No..." Zhao Ling smiled awkwardly, "I just thought you wouldn't succeed so quickly if you were exposed to this for the first time. It seems you are very talented, young man!"

Zhao Ling reached out and patted Fan Lin on the shoulder, laughing slightly unnaturally.

Fan Lin looked at the little girl who was shorter than him and was speechless.

"Okay, return my bag to this lady quickly. I promise you won't do anything again. I can't beat you anyway!"

"Really?" Looking at the smile on the girl's face, Fan Lin felt a little weird, but still holding the girl's things all the time made Fan Lin very embarrassed.

"Of course it's true, I guarantee you with my personality!" Zhao Ling patted her chest, acting like a big sister.

"Uh, okay!" Fan Lin curled his lips, "Here you go!"

After taking his small bag, Zhao Ling put his hand in again.

In an instant, Fan Lin raised the wand that was originally hanging low.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Ling stared. Although she was afraid that Fan Lin would cast some weird spell on her, she still pretended to be confident.

"I should ask, what do you want to do?"

"I just took a piece of fruit to eat." Zhao Ling took out her hand, and an apple fell into her hand.

"I thought..." Al put down his wand in embarrassment. Being made so nervous by a girl younger than him was really a failure.

"Hmph!" Zhao Ling shook his head, gnawed on the apple, and landed on the stone.

"Hey, that Fan Lin Aier, right? Where are you from?"

"Me?" Fan Lin pointed at himself, not expecting that the girl would take the initiative to break the silence.

"Of course it's you. Is there anyone else here?"

"I-I came from Hogwarts!"

"Hogwarts?" Zhao Ling's eyes lit up, "You mean the best magic school in the West, the one where Albus Dumbledore is the principal?"

"I think you're right!" Fan Lin also found a place in the shade of a tree and looked at the distant scenery. I have to admit that the scenery in the back mountain is indeed more beautiful!

"Hey, pay attention, what's there to see?" Zhao Ling pouted dissatisfied.

"Sorry!" Fan Lin nodded apologetically, "What did you want to ask?"

"Is Hogwarts fun? Also, who is the most powerful white wizard of this century?"

"Uh, how should I put it?" Fan Lin thought for a moment, "Although Hogwarts is not as big as here, it has its own unique charm in it. This is beyond words, but I can send you some when I get back. Hogwarts photos come."

"Really?" The girl's eyes curved into crescent moons, "What about Principal Dumbledore? I know he has been here before, but it's a pity that I wasn't born yet."

"Mr. Dumbledore is a very wise elder, and he is very humorous, although he looks a little weird..." Al thought of some of Dumbledore's incomprehensible behaviors, maybe it was the old man's humor. Bar.

"Weird?" Zhao Ling looked at Fan Lin doubtfully.

"In fact, this is the case. This is the unanimous evaluation of Mr. Dumbledore by many students in Gryffindor House."

"Okay." Zhao Ling was a little unsatisfied. "I still want to meet him in person."

"There will be opportunities in the future. You are welcome to come to Hogwarts as a guest. You can follow my grandma..." Fan Lin said this, and suddenly remembered that he had not asked the girl's identity clearly.

"Miss Zhao...Ling, right!" Fan Lin tried hard to correct his accent, although it didn't get any better.

"Are you a student of Nine Immortals Academy? Isn't this time a student's holiday?"

"I...I'm not a student of the Nine Immortals Academy yet! I'm just about to enter school this year." Zhao Ling took a bite of the apple. She was very dissatisfied with her age.

"Then why are you here?"

"I am Zhao Qixian's granddaughter. Why do you think I appear here?" The girl was quite indifferent to Fan Lin's doubts.

"Are you the granddaughter of Master Zhao Qixian? My wand is still the work of Master Zhao Qixian!" Fan Lin shook the wand in his hand.

"Really? My grandfather can also make magic wands?" Zhao Ling was a little eager to try, "Bring it to me and see."

Fan Lin handed over the wand. The girl excitedly took the wand and shook it in her hand, but there was no reaction.

"I don't think you can use this wand. Mr. Ollivander once said that only I can use this wand!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ling couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Hmph, I want grandpa to make my psychic look like this!" The girl pouted, a little willfully.

"Psychic medium?" Fan Lin didn't quite understand. "Are you referring to the Chinese magic wand?"

"Hmph, if I hadn't been a psychic, how could I not have defeated you?"

"Okay, okay, it's my fault." Fan Lin was helpless at Zhao Ling's harsh words!

"Humph!" The girl shook her little bag gently, looking very proud.

At this time, a paper crane flew from the top of the forest, hovered twice in the sky, and then fell into the girl's hands.

"Okay, I will let you go temporarily today. Remember this lady, I will come to find you again." After saying this, Fan Lin didn't give Fan Lin a chance to speak. He turned around and disappeared in the woods. trace.

Although Fan Lin wanted to ask the girl some questions about psychics, Fan Lin had a headache when he thought of the girl's unreliability.

I stood up and looked at the scenery of the back mountain. Although it was beautiful, I had to visit all the places I needed to visit today.

Fan Lin doesn’t want to get lost often in the future.

"It seems that we really need to order a broomstick by mail!" Looking at the long stone steps on the mountain road, Fan Lin suddenly felt bitter in his heart.

…

I walked forward for an unknown amount of time. But I have to admire the magic here.

At least on a platform in the back mountain, Fan Lin found the habitat of the huge white crane that soared into the sky when he first arrived.

"I don't know what happened to Nobo." (To be continued)