Chapter 72 Fanlin’s Psychic Medium

"Hello, kid." Zhao Qixian smiled kindly, then turned to Nangong Yun and said, "Tell me, what's the matter with you today? Isn't it because something went wrong with your psychic?"

"How is that possible?" Nangong Yun smiled sheepishly.

"How is it impossible? When you were young, you often asked me to help you repair your psychic medium. I really don't understand. Other people's psychic mediums will have no problems throughout their lives unless they have any major accidents. But when you come here, they have problems every now and then. Needs a fix.”

Hearing this, Nangong Yun couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"I said it's impossible, but it's impossible. Moreover, my medium has been integrated with my hand through alchemy. Do you want me to become disabled?"

"Of course not." The man said flatly, "I'm just stating a fact."

"Damn it." Nangong Yun cursed in a low voice, "To get down to business, I came here today. I brought my grandson to show you, just to solve the problem of his psychic. You know, although My grandson practices magic, but his magic has mutated and can activate Chinese curse seals at the same time. I think you should be able to find a suitable medium for him. "

"Oh? That's really rare." Zhao Qixian looked at Fan Lin with eager eyes as if he had discovered a treasure.

"Let me take a look." Zhao Qixian looked at Fanlin up and down, "This kid is a student at Hogwarts."

"That's right, sir." Fan Lin nodded and replied respectfully.

"Oh, then you must have bought your wand from Ollivander." Zhao Qixian nodded.

"Hmm...let me guess." Zhao Qixian stretched out his hand and touched Fan Lin's arm.

Fan Lin could clearly feel a force pouring into Fan Lin's body along Zhao Qixian's arm at this moment.

"Well, not bad." Zhao Qixian glanced at Fan Lin, "A very powerful magic reserve. At least for your current age, your magic reserve is more like that of an ordinary little wizard who is fifteen or sixteen years old. ”

"Let me take a look." A burst of magic power stabbed Fan Lin's five internal organs.

"Great water talent." Zhao Qixian retracted his palm.

"If I'm not wrong, he is Qing'er's son. His water talent is exactly the same as that girl's."

After listening to Zhao Qixian's words, Fan Lin and his grandmother looked a little sad. They both knew where Fan Lin got his talent.

Zhao Qixian was not aware of this. Although he had a good relationship with Fan Lin's grandmother, he only knew that Lin Qing got married and had children in the UK.

"I think the wand you use is made of vine wood, 14 inches long, and has a core made of dragon nerves, right?"

"Hug, I'm sorry." Fan Lin shook his head, the state just now was very wrong.

"I think, sir..." As he spoke, Fanlin took out his wand from his arms, "The one I use is the one you and Mr. Ollivander made together."

"What?" Seeing the magic wand in front of him, Zhao Qixian's eyes were filled with surprise, and he took the unexpected work with trembling hands.

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect that I would see this wand again. I thought no one would use it in my life." Zhao Qixian was quite excited now.

"But that's right. With the mutant magic power of your body, after much thought, it is the only one that is most suitable for you."

As he spoke, Zhao Qixian held one end of the wand with his hand, apparently wanting to test the status of the wand.

But soon, Zhao Qixian was disappointed. The wand showed no response, which made Zhao Qixian feel very incredible.

Fan Lin couldn't help but feel very strange when he saw Zhao Qixian holding his wand horizontally and bringing it to his ear.

"Sorry, sir, what are you doing?" Fan Lin looked at Zhao Qixian uncertainly. The old gentleman's behavior was very strange, which reminded him of Dumbledore.

"Shh!" Zhao Qixian pointed his hand to signal Fan Lin to stop talking. But soon, this weird behavior ended.

"Little friend, I would like to ask if you have recently fought against any wizard whose power far exceeds yours?"

"How do you know?" Fan Lin looked at the old man in front of him in surprise.

"That's it." Zhao Qixian nodded and closed his eyes, "I heard your wand roaring in pain."

"Roaring?" Fan Lin didn't quite understand, "You mean, the wand is roaring?"

"That's right, little friend!" Zhao Qixian had a heartbroken look on his face. "The wand will choose his wizard. I think Ollivander also said this to you. In our eyes, every wand is alive. I heard that this is a wand in order to protect his master. The injury left a crack on his body, which caused him great pain.”

"Then..." Fan Lin was a little panicked. He didn't expect that his wand had paid so much for him in blocking the Fire Curse.

"Can you fix him?"

"It's difficult..." Zhao Qixian didn't know what he was thinking. He handed Fan Lin's wand away with his hand, and the wand landed on his workbench.

"Now..." Zhao Qixian pressed Fan Lin's head with one hand, "We still have one thing to do. We first need to determine the psychic medium you are suitable for. For example, my psychic medium is a fire-attribute metal. The main body is sunstone, with the tail feathers of the phoenix and the bracelet made of white crystal added.”

"wristband?"

"Yes, a psychic medium is not like a magic wand. A psychic medium can be made into any form. For example, your grandma's silkworm ice silk gloves that are integrated with the skin." Zhao Qixian explained patiently, "But it seems that you are Can’t see your grandma’s psychic.”

"Okay, let me see what you are suitable for."

It was still that familiar feeling, and Fan Lin didn't dare to disturb him. Fan Lin was still looking forward to the psychic, but it would be even more perfect if he could repair his wand.

"Well, the water attribute is very tough, very tolerant, and very cold." Zhao Qixian retracted his hand, "They are exactly the same. I think, mithril, the mermaid's hard work, and the dragon's nerves, these three This material is most suitable for you, although it is slightly different from your mother’s, but the effect should be better.”

As he spoke, Zhao Qixian stretched out his hand, and three materials flew out from the wooden frame and landed on Zhao Qixian's workbench. Of course, there were many necessary materials, but Fanlin didn't recognize them.

"Sorry, sir." Fan Lin quickly interrupted Zhao Qixian, who was about to get into work, "Excuse me, what should I do with my wand?"

"Oh, don't worry, little friend." Zhao Qixian was not angry, "Of course I will fix it. It is my proud work. I think I can make it more perfect and more suitable for you."

After speaking, Zhao Qixian fell into work. It was obvious that he loved these jobs very much.

Fan Lin wanted to say something else. He didn't know much about this, but was stopped by Nangong Yun.

"Wait patiently. I think you have to believe this old guy. Although he is a jerk, the things he makes are still great."

Nangong Yun glanced at the clock in the corner, and the originally stationary clock began to rotate.

"It looks like we only need to wait two hours."

"Two hours?" Fan Lin just felt that his brain was not enough. Does it only take such a short time to make a Chinese-style wand?

But seeing his grandma closing her eyes and just sitting there, Fanlin had no choice but to wait quietly, watching the firelight behind the workbench, quietly lost in thought. (To be continued)