Vol 2 Chapter 71: Psychic master Zhao Qixian

　　 Grandpa’s family banquet ended strangely. Ever since Fanlin came out of grandpa’s study, grandma went in, and Fanlin didn’t pay attention.
　　 However, it seemed that grandpa and grandma had a big quarrel, because old Vitor was cleaning inside and outside the house with a rag. The next day, Fanlin only saw that the wooden door of grandpa's study had been replaced.
　　 Fanlin vaguely remembered that grandma came out of grandpa's study angrily, and when she saw herself, grandma cried.
　　 After sending Fanlin back to the room, the grandmother put her arms around Fanlin and said a lot.
　　 Fanlin didn't know exactly what grandma said. Fanlin just stayed silently, feeling the last gift his mother left him.
　　 Fanlin raised such a strong hatred for the first time, toward Voldemort, the culprit who caused him to lose his maternal love since childhood.
　　 Although I felt that I was being watched by my mother since I was a child, when my grandfather broke this beautiful dream, Fanlin faced the cold reality for the first time.
　　 Although I can still feel the warmth of my mother, it also greatly stimulated Fanlin's heart.
　　 Voldemort...
　　 "Good morning, grandma." Fanlin got dressed and walked out of the room. Because he had never seen his mother, Fanlin wouldn't break down. He felt that that was not what he should be.
　　 It's just that Fanlin has carved a deep imprint of Voldemort in his otherwise ordinary life.
　　 "Fanfan, you..." Grandma looked at Fanlin uncertainly. The appearance of Fanlin after coming out of the study last night scared her.
　　 "Grandma, I'm fine." Fanlin shook his head, "I think, as you can see, my strength is still very weak, so I won't be stupid enough to do anything by myself."
　　 "That's good." Nangong Yun said with satisfaction that Fanlin's ability to think like this gave her a lot of peace of mind.
　　 "I think we should follow my grandfather's words, and I need to learn Chinese skills as soon as possible." Fanlin seemed extremely determined at this time.
　　 Voldemort has persecuted many people. For example, the Longbottoms were broken by the Death Eaters with a heartbreaking curse, and they are now lying in the hospital for treatment. And Harry's parents died under Voldemort's curse.
　　 Fanlin is undoubtedly more fortunate than them, using an old Chinese saying that Fanlin learned from his Chinese teacher.
　　 is called, it’s not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.
　　 "Speaking..." Fanlin looked at his grandmother suspiciously, "Isn't there a holiday in the Jiuxian Academy? Shouldn't these professors have all left the school? Then you taught me yourself?"
"Haha." Nangong Yun covered his mouth with one hand, "This is not Britain, my baby. China's educational system is different. Our professors and students live here in the Jiuxian Academy. They only have one. Winter vacation is the holiday of returning home for the Spring Festival."
　　 "In other words, are you still at the stage of going to school?" Fanlin's eyes lit up, which is undoubtedly good news.
　　 "It's not only that!" Nangongyun looked at Fanlin who was regaining his spirit, looking very happy.
　　 "You happened to be in time for the most interesting time of the year, the annual senior apprenticeship trial. Moreover, I plan to arrange for you to go to the water courtyard with the little girl Lingling." Thinking of that girl, Nangong Yun felt a headache.
　　 "I don't know what that girl thinks. She obviously has a particularly good water element talent, but she prefers the violence of the fire element. She runs around with a lot of fire spells all day long."
　　 "Uh..." When Fanlin heard this, a bad thought arose. He felt very dangerous. When he thought of the little girl he met, Fanlin was afraid that they were the same person.
　　 "That..." Fanlin interrupted grandma's headache, "Who is Lingling you said?"
　　 As soon as he said this, Fanlin's uneasy feeling in his heart became stronger.
　　 "It's Zhao Qixian's little granddaughter who likes to troublesome, she is not a safe master."
　　 "Sure enough..." Fanlin had already anticipated the sad life in the future. He felt that being with that girl was definitely not a good decision.
　　 I just wanted to apply to my grandmother, can he go and listen alone, or ask for advice alone. But before he could say anything, grandma grabbed him by the shoulder.
　　 Then a familiar feeling swept over, Fanlin knew that it was grandma's spell.
"Dear President Nangong, can't you show up to me in a normal way? My old heart will be frightened out of you sooner or later." Fanlin heard this old male voice, and the voice was more A little helpless.
　　 Fanlin stared at this room filled with all kinds of strange spells and magic patterns.
Looking around, the whole room is slowly placed on wooden shelves of various sizes with various magic materials. Fanlin even saw a complete unicorn horn and a The series does not know the magic material called.
　　 These materials are protected by the mysterious luster emitted by the magic pattern curse on the shelf~EbookFREE.me~ What a joke. "Nangong Yun said beautifully: "I don't have the ability to scare a top fire conjurer into a cardiac arrest. Your heart is the strongest throughout your body." "
　　 "Haha!" The male voice came from behind a desk, those unknown instruments and various magic books kept the men tight.
　　 "Ling'er girl is spoiled by you, my principal Nangong." The man's voice revealed helplessness, "This girl, I haven't learned it, and her personality is similar to yours."
　　 "Huh!" Nangong Yun was very dissatisfied, "So what, why didn't Ling'er learn well? Isn't it good like me?"
　　 "..." The man walked out from behind the desk rather speechlessly. The man was wearing a white-washed overalls, just like Hagrid usually wears in his cabin, but much cleaner than that.
　　 wears a pair of thick gloves on his hands, which look like they are made of dragon skin, very tough.
　　 Gray hair, it seems that the man is already very old.
　　 "Oh, I also brought the kids here. Just tell me if you have anything, Principal Nangong." Fanlin looked at the man with a dumb face. The conversation in Chinese was too difficult for him.
　　 "This is my grandson Lin Fan." Nangong Yun lowered his head and touched Fanlin's head dozingly, "This old guy is called Zhao Qixian."
　　 "Oh, hello, Mr. Zhao Qixian." Hearing what the grandma said, Fanlin quickly responded politely.
Hearing that the old man in front of him is Zhao Qixian, Fanlin is still very grateful, after all, the magic wand in his hand is from the hands of Zhao Qixian and Ollivander. For a wizard, nothing is more important than a magic wand. Up.