Chapter 125 The Curse Trial

A long time ago, Rigg discovered that after the magic power flows through the body in this way, the effect of the spell will be better.

This is talent.

Magic is not like blood, which flows in the wizard's body all the time. It will gradually settle in every corner of the body as the wizard's body develops.

Most of wizards' spells are guided through their arms, and many wizards don't even realize that they only use part of their magic power. Only when you encounter danger, can you burst out in an emergency due to nervousness, fear, etc. and try to save your life.

Since they did not use the magic power for a long time, eventually, they could no longer even actively increase their magic power consumption, and their bodies and minds adapted to the previous state.

Except for the little wizard who is still in the developmental stage.

The abundant magic reserves brought by their rapidly developing bodies allow them to unleash unexpected magic effects at any time.

This is a double-edged sword.

The sudden burst of magic will harm the wizard's body, and may even turn him into a squib who has experienced the wonders of magic.

This is much sadder than a squib that naturally has no magic power.

It is also difficult to increase your magic power usage. Many young wizards don't even understand how much magic power should be used for a spell under normal circumstances, let alone train themselves consciously.

And after missing the youth period when the perception of magic is still relatively keen, it will be difficult for adult wizards who have adapted to magical life to reconstruct their understanding of magic.

So Professor Flitwick and Professor Dumbledore are trying hard to save those little wizards who can still be saved.

Magic sense, this is a mystery of magic. Ordinary students who are not good at using magic will not explain it hastily, lest the little wizards go astray.

Finally, for most adult wizards, how does a spell work?

I don’t know, I just rely on experience.

Nicoléme was still watching Rigg prepare with a smile. As the pressure of magic gradually increased, he raised his eyebrows and took out a monocle that was carefully stored in a velvet bag from his pocket. .

Nicoléme, who put on his monocle, squinted his eyes and looked at Rigg's whole body carefully.

Rigg used his magic for a while. Anyway, Voldemort didn't want to kill him at this moment. Of course, he could activate as much magic as he could.

The stronger, the better!

Big is beautiful!

Rige, who had been trying to hold back his magic power for a long time, finally couldn't hold it in anymore, but his posture was much better than Dean who ran away with his legs crossed.

Rigg struggled to raise the wand, his arms trembling slightly. As he tried to squeeze out all his magic power, he felt that the thin wand seemed to weigh a lot.

Endless magic power was channeled through the wand, and heavy pressure gathered on his arms and wand.

Finally, Rigg looked at the dummy who turned around and walked towards him with an expressionless face and said, "The flames are blazing!"

This curse has always been Rigg's trump card, his strongest trump card.

The exploding fireball flew quickly towards the dummy, which was still slowly walking forward, under the control of Rigg with all his strength.

In just an instant, two dummies were submerged in the splitting fireballs. The center of the venue seemed to become a sea of ​​fire, and the temperature in the room continued to rise.

After being concentrated, the dummy was burnt black, shrunk and shrunk, and finally turned into a small black dummy that was only as high as Rigg's waist, but it was not completely burnt.

Rige looked at the dummy with his mouth wide open. What kind of thing is this? Is it made of materials?

Can't this burn?

Broken, Rigg's heart sank. He originally wanted to show Nicoléme his magic skills.

Being able to control such highly lethal black magic in the first grade, Rigg felt that even Voldemort could not do it, and Dumbledore had no idea.

He always felt that there were countless mysteries in Principal Dumbledore that he couldn't see through or guess.

I understand the truth, why is this dummy so strong!

Rigg turned to look at Dean blankly, but he didn't expect Dean to be even more surprised than him.

"Can you destroy the dummy?"

Dean screamed loudly and ran over to check on the dummies. Nigel simply squatted on the spot.

He held his head and squatted on the ground doubting life.

"Very good." Nicoléme said briefly. No one knew whether he was talking about the effect of Rigg's spell or something else.

In the end, Nigel stood up and explained to Rieger, "This is an alchemy product specially made by our family for magic training. We hired a German alchemist master to make it..."

Nicolas Flamel listened silently, took off his glasses and wiped them, "I knew it was the work of that old loser. He has not learned enough at his age to accept such an unfulfilling job."

This time it was Nigel who was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.

Dean, who had been surprised and distressed for a long time, turned back. He put the two dummies in the box at the back. He was a little surprised when he heard Nico Flamel's words but said nothing.

Nicoléme paid no attention to them. Nigel's words seemed to bring back his memories. He looked at the dummy and murmured to himself.

Dean hesitated for a moment before continuing, "When Master Nicoléme was unwilling to accept this order, my father went to find another master. Rigg, do you know what else this dummy can do besides training?" Use it?"

Rigg shook his head even more confused, and Dean said slowly: "Congratulations, you passed the final test of the patriarch."

Nigel also looked at Rigg with complicated emotions, this child who made him proud.

Rigg's mood at this moment could not be expressed in words. He was silent, and the countless words in his heart were summarized into one word.

That's it?

Is this level enough to become the patriarch of their Dai family?

"Being able to enter this room before adulthood is the first test; being able to pass a long period of training is the second test; and finally, defeating the dummy with one's own efforts. No matter what method is used, this is the leader of the clan. The fighting power this identity requires.”

After listening to Dean's words, Rigg understood that this test was still for young wizards.

It's no surprise then that he passed.

Rigg quickly added, "It must be our family's protection spell. I have practiced it a lot, so it is effective."

He winked at Dean and Nigel, hoping that these two elders would be more trustworthy.

In the end, it was Nigel, the current patriarch, who thought faster than Dean. He hurriedly said: "We also hope that Master Nicoléme will keep our secrets. The blazing flames are our family magic. Who knows that it was later removed by the Ministry of Magic?" What if it becomes black magic?"

As he spoke, Nigel sighed and shook his head, it really seemed like that.

Nicoléme almost laughed out loud. He opened his mouth, his big white teeth shining, "That's it? I thought you were going to explain something. Don't worry, I break more laws in a day than you do in a year."

It was in front of acquaintances that Nicoléme said this. What's more, he is going to die, so what is there to be afraid of?

Nicolas Flamel turned to Rigg and asked, "Is there anything else you want to show?"

His voice became much gentler.

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