Chapter 1646 Whistleblower Letter

The wind is howling!

The strong wind has already exceeded the normal range, and even the sea storm in the sea area where the Revolution is located seems to be slightly inferior.

The violent hurricane engulfed sand, gravel and soil, stirring up dust on the hillside, and the small forest not far away was destroyed and its branches and leaves were scattered.

Even Maca, who was leading Delphi and Kingsley to the side, couldn't help but nodded when he saw this scene.

"Sure enough... Let's not mention whether it is active or not. After all, most creatures in this world are born with magic power. Whether they have enough spiritual power to activate their activation is one aspect, but the magic power they are born with It's another aspect. The Barbre, who was screened out by reagents among many Muggle test subjects, is naturally one of the better individuals, and his magical power... should not be weaker than Harry's at all, right? "

Today was the first time that Maca came to the Muggle Queen's side during the day, just to see the Muggle guard Barbray who was said to have a little bit of magical power.

Of course, at least in Maca's view, this is far from being "capable of mastering".

"McLean," Kingsley couldn't help asking curiously after hearing Maca's evaluation of Barbre in the strong wind, "you said his 'magic power' is not weaker than Mr. Potter? But... he can Mobilizing such a large range of powerful airflow, Mr. Potter probably can't do it, right?"

"Ok?"

Maca paused after hearing the words, then waved his hands and said:

"Oh, I should be blamed for not making it clear... In fact, this kind of aimless triggering of a hurricane is just a manifestation of uncontrolled magic. If Harry has a mental problem, maybe the commotion will be worse than that of Harry. This is even bigger! But correspondingly, the magic power completely controlled by Harry's instinct can allow him to use the Levitation Charm for a whole night without feeling tired."

As he was speaking, he couldn't help but shrugged and spread his hands forward.

"And obviously, he won't be able to do it for the time being—with his current instability in mobilizing magic power, he can't even cast conventional magic spells."

It's just that if Barbre receives targeted training for a period of time, the result will be quite different. At that time, the other party will become a real wizard, not much different from other wizards.

Even because Barbre got used to and stabilized from the state of magic runaway by his own strength,

On the contrary, he will understand the characteristics of magic more easily than most modern wizards, and thus use magic more freely.

And this is undoubtedly the state that those modern wizards who are bound by modern magic conventions need to put in more effort to achieve.

"How should I put it...the pain and struggle they went through was not in vain after all!"

"Did you just say something?"

When Maca muttered softly at the end, Kingsley didn't hear clearly, and asked subconsciously. But Maca didn't say all the things he thought of later, and just shook his head slightly.

"No, nothing."

Although the so-called "certain training" was just mentioned lightly in his mind just now, such a highly targeted training is not something that anyone can formulate. In the final analysis, how Barbre ultimately trains is also up to Maca to decide.

And here lies the problem—including Barbre, and the other awakened Muggles who will definitely increase in the future, what kind of growth do they need to grow to be suitable?

If they just want them to help Maca and Haierbo in the confrontation, then needless to say, the stronger the better.

But don't forget that they are still Muggle-born, and even guards under the Muggle royal family. Even Maca hopes that the two sides can get along well, but the long-standing estrangement and contradiction between the two is also a fundamental problem that people have to face up to.

"Even for now, I've already prepared... However, unless it is absolutely necessary, I don't want to have to go to that step in the end!"

Maca was no longer watching Babre's hard-working performance, he just took out a tube of reagent and shook it slightly in front of his eyes, thinking so in his heart.

And at this moment, as the space not far away fluctuated slightly, a wizard from Castle Blois suddenly appeared there, and hurriedly walked towards Maca.

"Mr. McLean, that Miss Pansy Parkinson contacted us--this is the letter she wants us to forward to you."

"Parkinson?"

Maca reached out to take it, opened it to take a look, and then couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing this, Delphi immediately came over. It's just that after she also read it, she couldn't help but ponder for a while, and then said nothing again.

On the other hand, although Kingsley was also very curious about what made Maca show such an expression, his character would naturally not take the initiative to look at it without Maca's consent.

And after they were silent for a while, Maca looked at Delphi with a slightly complicated expression:

"That Malfoy guy... well, no, Delphine, do you think I'm wrong?"

"Of course not," Delphi pursed his lips, then raised his head slightly and looked firmly at Maca's face and said, "Although I personally may not disagree with his statement, but I am me, Malfoy is Malfoy , Dad... Of course, Mr. McLean, you can only be yourself. And I, compared to trusting myself, must be more willing to believe in you, Mr. McLean."

Hearing what she said, Maca couldn't help but smiled and nodded at her to express her gratitude for her unconditional trust in herself. Then, he folded the letter again and stuffed it into his pocket.

"This time I really have to thank Miss Parkinson...Of course, there is also that boy Alexander who helped her cover. Well, we should go too...Babre, I think you are already very tired, so don't Continue to hold on—take a good rest, and then experience more about how to use your own will to master it!"

Before he finished speaking, he took Delphine and disappeared from the spot, and Kingsley and the wizard from Castle Blois who came to deliver the message also apparated and left immediately.

Soon, only Barbre was left sitting on the ground on this hillside, gasping for breath.

"But... this feeling is so good! My head won't hurt anymore, and I can summon a strong wind with just a thought... The power of magic is really fascinating!"

He lay down on the grass that had been ravaged by the gust of wind, his chest heaved greatly, but he still couldn't help sighing sincerely.

"Wizard...?"