Chapter 950 The Spell I Hope For

Principal Dippet, in Zhao Mai's impression, is a very distinct person: he only shows kindness to his students and respectable wizards, and doesn't care about anything else. To a certain extent, Dumbledore is a new version of Principal Dippet who has become more philanthropic, and the two people were able to become the principals of Hogwarts one after another. In addition to their extensive connections and similar personalities, in terms of magic, They must all have convincing abilities.

"Sure enough, you can't underestimate anyone." When Zhao Mai took the manuscript with some wrinkles at the corners, his hands could not help but tremble. He opened the hard cover, and on the first page was written a message from Principal Dippet - I could only find the right words in the wisdom of the East: It is not too late to mend the situation after it has been lost.

"The memory resurrection spell has two parts. One is a recovery spell for single use. The protection period has been extended to three months. Since new memories will continue to be generated, if you have been hit by the forgetting spell for more than three months, you can cast the memory resurrection spell again. , the danger is too great, and it can easily make people crazy or stupid. Even if it is simplified, the difficulty of this spell is not low. Only a few mages have enough magic control ability to cast it. Principal Dippet is I did an experiment on myself, and I came to cast this spell to prove that it is indeed effective."

Zhao Mai jumped up from his seat: "What, you are doing experiments on yourself, how can this happen!"

Dumbledore waved his hand and signaled Zhao Mai to be calm: "It's not a big deal. I wrote a string of numbers for the principal to remember, then erased his memory, and then restored it. After many experiments, we finally After a complete memory clearing, we found that the spell is still very effective. We are actually very willing to do this experiment, after all, we also want to know how to overcome the effect of the forgetting spell."

"I don't know what else to say except thank you."

"We were originally going to try to study spells. The result was not for your gratitude, but it's a pity that it cannot be published..." Dumbledore continued: "The second part of the note is about large-scale memory restoration. We have researched that The model of the spell has been deduced many times, but no test has been successful. The magic power required for the spell is too strong, exceeding our spell-casting ability. We hope that one day you will have enough ability to cast it, and then tell us the results .”

"I will work hard." Zhao Mai ignored the impoliteness and read the spell manuscript eagerly, imprinting every word on it in his mind. Dumbledore saw Zhao Mai being so serious and studious, and smiled happily without urging him. He just drank tea and had snacks quietly by himself. For a while, there was only the slight sound of Zhao Mai reading and the sound of turning the pages in the room.

When using psychic powers for assistance, Zhao Mai's memory is terrible. He once used this method to pass the exams for grades 1 to 7 in one go. It took him about twenty minutes to read it from beginning to end. It took another twenty minutes to close my eyes and recall it several times, and then another twenty minutes to start over and remember it again. When he came back to his senses, he found that Dumbledore, Serena, Dogian and Xiaohua were playing poker. Satiri had five notes on her face and was acting as a referee to prevent anyone from using magic to cheat.

Serena's face was the cleanest. Dogian and Xiaohua both had two slips of paper. Dumbledore mixed the four slips of paper with his beard, making it almost invisible. He saw that Zhao Mai had put the notes in his pocket, and threw the cards in his hand: "Aha, Mike has regained his energy!"

The 17,000-year-old demon Serena snorted: "Cunning little devil..." and then put down the poker. Xiaohua held her breath hard, her hair suddenly turned red, and she burned the note, but her little face was still as round as white jade.

"Thank you for waiting for me. I'm stupid. I just made sure I remembered this spell." Zhao Mai said quickly.

"Now I know how you passed the exam. What a terrible memory." Dumbledore said with a smile: "How about it, do you think you can release the group memory resurrection spell?"

"I'll try." Zhao Mai took out his magic wand, began to concentrate his magic power, and slowly recited the magic spell. His domain then opened up to assist him in casting this magic. However, his wand soon began to shake. The too concentrated magic power had reached its endurance limit, and continuing to press the spell would only damage the wand.

He had to stop the spell. Dumbledore nodded: "The title of Lord is indeed not for nothing. Your magical power is indeed incredibly powerful. You have also seen the entire spell and know that it cannot be cast without the wand. So your top priority is to find someone who can withstand your The wand of magic.”

"I have it." Zhao Mai took out the elder wand, and this time it was Dumbledore's turn to jump up from his seat. It was the first time that Zhao Mai saw his eyes so big, round and looking at the wand in his hand.

"Am I reading that right? Is this one of the legendary Three Holy Wands, the Elder Wand?"

"That's right, that's the one. It is said that it can withstand an unlimited amount of magic energy. In the past, no magic spell could reach the level of magic consumption required to revive group memory. It's a good time to give it a try."

Dumbledore rubbed his hands and stroked his beard excitedly: "I'll wait and see!"

Zhao Mai pushed forward the magic spell again, his whole body glowed brightly, and blue flames rose up, giving people a feeling of wanting to worship. Massive amounts of magic were mobilized from all directions, even affecting the magic circle in Lemay Manor, causing their house to tremble as if it was under attack. Nick Flamel hurriedly called Barbara, "Quick, turn off the magic defense, otherwise the house will collapse again!"

The word "again" was all the bitterness, but Zhao Mai didn't hear it and didn't know what happened at the neighbor's house. He kept pushing the spell forward, and the Elder Wand actually trembled. The black elder tree was enveloped in a white light, and then there was a crisp sound.

The out-of-control magic power wanted to flow around, but Zhao Mai used his domain and psychic powers to lock it tightly, and then slowly released it to avoid hurting the surrounding environment. The Elder Wand was cracked from root to tip, and not even the Repair Charm could make the crack any better.

Dumbledore shook his head and said with some disappointment: "Three possibilities: This spell is not feasible in theory; the Elder Wand cannot withstand infinite magic power like the legend; this Elder Wand is an imitation."

"It should be an imitation. You can feel it when you push it to the limit." Zhao Mai said deliberately. After going back in time, he learned that there is still a high imitation of Grindelwald on the earth who has been traced back, and there is an Elder Wand in his hand, and Dumbledore is likely to encounter him in the future. Zhao Mai didn't want Dumbledore to underestimate the power of the Elder Wand, or mistook the Elder Wand as a deception and lower his vigilance, so he said the one in his hand was a counterfeit.

But the real reason is that the elder wand only has superiors, no relatives, and no feeling of blood connection. This stagnation will damage the wand when the magic power reaches its peak, causing it to break. But this was good, and it strengthened Zhao Mai's determination to use the power of elder to strengthen his wand.

After all, these are all wood products, aren't they?