Vol 2 Chapter 293: Maybe this is the boss

"Okay..." Fanlin felt a little frustrated, he couldn't feel any hope now.
It was the same as the dinner at Hogwarts, but the food prepared at the dinner was prepared in the kitchen by Hogwarts house elves, and then they were brought up with a spell.
Obviously, the ice cream given to him by the woman did not disappear out of thin air. The principle is the same as the dinner at Hogwarts. However, Diagon Alley is in London, and here, it is still in Hogwarts, even in different dimensions. Hogwarts, not relying on magical objects, mere photography, even Dumbledore could not achieve this level.
Facing Dumbledore, Fanlin would never have a chance at all, let alone someone far surpassing Dumbledore.
"Don't try it. According to your memory, you should like this flavor of ice cream very much, and...you don't have to worry about what's in it. In fact, if I want to kill you, I don't have to. In vain, and... where did you get so many ideas as a child!"
"But you..." Fanlin felt a little helpless for a while. He wanted to refute the person in front of him, no matter that aspect, but the woman's ability to read his thoughts at any time really made him feel helpless.
This kind of no trace of the goddess Nian Fanlin knows one person, that is the sister of the wife of the famous biologist Newt Scamander, that is, the Queenie Witch, she can read anything anytime, anywhere Human thoughts, including Mr. Scamander, were totally helpless with Queenie's abilities.
Of course, this is also the reason why Fanlin's ability to add is not enough. If you change to Professor Snape or Dumbledore, unless they want to, the memory will be read...
"The same is true for the two of them, but it takes more time. Moreover, as a person who has visited the soul world, I think in this world, as long as you do not take the initiative to speak out, then your secret is generally not It will be read. After all, you in the soul world have your own consciousness injection, but it is much stronger than external forces. After all, your head is your territory."
"Then what's the matter with you!" Fanlin said angrily, "Listen to what you mean, even Dumbledore can't read my memory at will..."
"Because I am a gangster!" A strange expression appeared on the woman's face. Fan Lin only felt that this expression he had seen there was a memory from another world.
That's how it should be said about the performance of Secondary Two.
"You're only secondary...damn it!" The woman waved her hand, and a slap was printed on Fanlin's forehead.
This force was very strong, and Fanlin's forehead quickly became a piece of red.
"Don’t think I don’t know what this means, but I have understood it well, including everything about you and everything else in your body. You actually had to God... No, it’s to the boss. idea!"
"I really don't know what that means..." Fanlin refused to cry, but the woman's slap seemed to burst his tear ducts at once, and the tears rolled in his eye sockets uncontrollably. Almost falling down.
"It's right to behave like a child..." The woman suddenly changed her face. She gently stroked Fanlin's hair like a kitten. Worthy of your age, you are only ten... twelve years old, don’t be like an old man, you have to be right, at a small age, there is a dozen-year-old soul in your heart like what, really I shouldn't have given you the memory so early, come on, give sister...oh... cry for the boss!"
The woman gently picked Fanlin's chin with her fingers, and she even gently scratched Fanlin's handle as if teasing a kitten.
"In other words, your Animagus really dissatisfied me, why not always cats?" The woman seemed to be very upset, "But I like cats very much..."
"I..." Before Fanlin finished speaking, he found that he had become the familiar Animagus form, with white hair and tender little paws.
"Really, no cats are cute..." The woman was very distressed, and he kept teasing Fanlin's chin and belly with his hands, as if he was training his own pet.
Fanlin let out a squeak, if it was Hermione, he could still accept it, but the person in front of her was obviously not Hermione, she was just...just in the form of Hermione.
But the woman obviously doesn't think so. She continues to play with Fanlin's Animagus form, but no matter what, it seems that the woman is a little dissatisfied.
The woman seemed to be meditating, and the movement of her hand finally stopped. Fanlin wanted to leave here, but his body was confined in place again.
"That's it!" The woman seemed to have decided something, and Fanlin saw a little light scattered on his body in the woman's hand. Then his body changed strangely.
Fanlin could feel that his body was growing taller, and his limbs began to grow slender, no longer the feeling of short legs. Then there was a crackling sound of bone movement in his body. For things like long bones, the process is always painful.
The burning sensation spread all over his body, which made Fanlin wonder if the woman was going to stew herself. He wanted to tell the woman that the ferret meat was not delicious at all, but he could not speak human words at all. Still an Animagus.
"Don't worry, but I stewed you. In fact, I am not interested in meat food, but why is your heart so dark? I just made some changes for you for your own good. You are not very Do you like cats, how about puppet cats?"
The woman laughed happily, she clapped her hands, and more light was scattered on Fanlin's body. The burning sensation became stronger, which made Fanlin feel a little crazy.
He wanted to tell the woman to stop, but his original squeak has completely disappeared, replaced by a soft meow...
"My God~EbookFREE.me~What did she do to me..." Fan Lin was in a breakdown at this moment, and he no longer knew how to describe his own experience.
I have a sentence... I don't know if it should be said.
"Important!" Hermione stood up and looked at Fanlin's changing body with a serious face.
"Don't use your grief and indignation to slander and slander the boss you should respect and love. This is a very rude thing. You are usually the most respectful!" Hermione took a few steps back.
(Sorry, I am going to start XX!)
She raised her head to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, as if she was melancholy, "Maybe...this is the boss..."
　　
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