Chapter 184 Late

After handing Ahvaz the manuscript to read, Meka Anders saw him giving her a slightly stiff smile, then his whole person turned into spots of light in the sky in a gust of wind, and floated away.

"Is it really just a rust remover? I thought it was something from the magical world after all, and there might be some twist..."

Meka looked at this scene and wanted to complain.

As the light spots formed by Ahvaz dissipated, the houses and scenes related to Ahvaz exploded into a dense fog.

The whole world seems to have fallen into chaos.

Tick-tock... there seemed to be the sound of rain falling to the ground, and Meka looked up.

Large pieces of golden rain fell from the sky, slapping on the face and top of the head, and there was a buzz in my head, as if a turbulent ocean current was pouring in.

"Acquire the legacy of Ahvaz."

"The magical mastery of a Defense Against the Dark Arts expert."

"You will gain the subtle control over magic power of a dark magic defense expert. With this ability, you will gain wandless spellcasting and the ability to retrieve objects from across the air that only powerful wizards full of wisdom know... "

Didn't I get the learning results of Ahvaz's spells? It's not bad. I also want to cast spells without a wand, and I didn't choose the first item of magical animal knowledge. I'm lucky... Meka Gang Thinking of this, there was a sudden pain in my head, which instantly disrupted all my thoughts.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, resisting the discomfort and feeling the changes brought about by this legacy.

What came to mind was not only Ahvaz's experience in mastering magic and controlling it over the decades, but also some special power, as if soaked in warm water, seeping into his head bit by bit.

Ten years, twenty years... each fragment flashed through his mind. In the fragments, Professor Ahvaz's face also changed from young to old.

The feeling of soaking in warm water slowly faded away during this process, as if it had changed from a basin of warm water to a cup or a handful.

I don’t know how long it has been.

As the warmth in his mind completely disappeared, Meka saw the magic power in his body forming a thick mist, flowing all over his body. However, at this moment, each magic mist seemed to be magnified by a microscope, and emerged inside. The roots are like the magic of thin threads.

See some kind of microscopic magic? It’s interesting, is this trying to peel off the cocoon... Meka raised a hand and moved his index finger, as if it had hooked something. The magic power in his body, which was as thin as a hair, immediately followed the movement of his index finger.

"Interesting, just like playing the piano..."

Bang!

It seemed like the sound of metal falling to the ground woke Meka up from his dream!

He sat up suddenly, glanced around alertly, and then focused on the right side of the bed.

"This is..." Meka was startled.

An extinguished candle and its copper-colored lamp holder were overturned next to his bed, and some of the candle liquid that had not completely solidified inside was poured out.

He glanced at his right hand, raised his index finger, pointed it at the ceiling, raised his head, and sure enough, he saw that the lamp holder that was supposed to be embedded in the wall on the wall above his head was missing.

I did it myself, I scared myself, oh no, I should have scared a group of people... Meka sighed and looked around.

Many students nearby were awakened, including Harry.

"What happened..." Harry's voice was a little confused and he rubbed his eyes.

"It's okay, something fell down, it may have been in disrepair..." Meka pointed to the candles and lamp holders on the ground.

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At the end of the night, Professor McGonagall announced that the Gryffindor dormitory inspection was completed and it was now safe. Gryffindor students could move back to their dormitories.

This made Meka relieved. Finally, she no longer had to sleep on a big bed. She had no privacy at all and felt very insecure.

After breakfast in the Great Hall, he returned to the Gryffindor dormitory.

While Harry and the others were still eating in the auditorium, he closed the doors and windows and tried 'casting without a wand' and 'retrieving objects from the air'.

Meka snapped her fingers and said:

"Fluorescence."

Buzz! On his open right hand, a white light appeared from scratch, emitting a dazzling light.

Without a wand, although the spell is a bit sluggish and the power of the spell seems to be weakened, the feeling of controlling magic with just two hands is also very interesting...

Meka smiled and snapped his fingers again:

"The flames are blazing!"

The white light in his right hand went out instantly, and then,

On the outstretched index finger of his right hand, a wisp of sparks burst out and turned into a blazing small fireball, shaking on it.

A feeling of heat rushed over my face, and the surrounding temperature seemed to rise a few degrees.

"This is how it feels to cast a spell without a wand, but as for 'retrieving objects from the air', when you cast it in a dream, there is no sense of experience at all..."

Just as she was thinking about it, Meka raised her hand to grab the quill on Harry's desk in the distance.

There was a surge of magic power in his body, and he suddenly felt a resistance in his raised hand, as if he had grasped something.

"Come!"

He moved his right hand again, buzz! It was as if there was an invisible hook catching the quill, and the next moment, the quill fell into his hand.

"The pen is okay, but what about the book?"

Meka looked at the storybook on Ron's bed again, and he raised his hand.

The storybook just stood up silently on the bed, and fell firmly into his hands in an instant.

"What about the chairs?"

Meka looked at the chair next to Ron's bed and raised her hand.

This time he was no longer as calm as the previous two times. There was a huge resistance between his hands and the chair. It took a lot of effort to make the chair float in front of him.

"It seems that this is the limit... However, there seems to be some interesting way to play..." Meka smiled.

He snapped his fingers, and the magic power in his body surged, as if he had used the ability to retrieve objects from the air several times in succession.

The old radio beside Harry's bed clicked, and a melodious piano music floated out.

On the three tables in the room, quills and books seemed to stand upright, swaying to the rhythm of the music, as if they were dancing an old-age disco.

"Pop!" Meka quickly snapped his fingers again, causing everything to return to its original state instantly.

At this time, footsteps approached and the door opened.

Harry and Ron walked in while chatting.

At this moment, the radio stopped playing, all the pens and books fell back to where they were, and it seemed like everything had never happened.

As soon as Ron came in, he lay down on his big bed, looking like he was enjoying himself to the fullest:

"Ah, I can finally take a lunch break in my own bedroom, and my own bed is so comfortable..."

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"Sorry, Professor, I'm late!"

After the lunch break, Ron rushed to the Transfiguration classroom in a hurry in the afternoon. He was already late. After being scolded by Professor McGonagall and deducted five Gryffindor credits, he returned to his room in a depressed mood. on the seat.

On the side, Harry gave him a strange look. He clearly remembered that Ron was walking behind him, but how could he disappear in the blink of an eye and last for so long.

"Hey, Ron, what are you doing here?" he asked softly, covering his mouth.

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