Chapter 1647

The wind is roaring!

The strong wind has gone beyond the normal scope. Even the sea storm in the sea area where the change is located seems to be a little inferior.

The violent hurricane carried sand, gravel and soil, stirring up dust on the hillside, and the nearby grove was devastated and scattered.

Even Marca, who was leading Delphi and Kingsley to one side, couldn't help nodding when she saw this scene.

"Sure enough... Whether or not most creatures in the world are born with vitality and magic is not to mention. Whether or not they can have enough spiritual power to stimulate their activation is on the one hand, and the amount of magic they are born with is on the other hand. Among many Muggle experimental subjects, babley, screened by reagents, is naturally one of the better individuals , the amount of magic he has... Should not be weaker than Harry? "

Today is the first time that Maka came to the Muggle queen during the day to see pabre, the Muggle guard who is said to have mastered the magic power a little.

Of course, at least in Maka's view, this is far from being "able to master".

"McLean," Kingsley said strangely after hearing Maka's evaluation of babley in the wind, "you say his' magic 'is not weaker than Mr. Potter? But... He can mobilize such a large range of strong airflow, I'm afraid Mr. Potter can't do it?"

"Huh?"

After hearing the speech, Maka waved her hand and said:

"Oh, it's my fault that I didn't make it clear... In fact, this aimless hurricane is a manifestation of uncontrolled magic. If Harry has a mental problem, maybe the noise will be greater than this! But correspondingly, the magic completely controlled by Harry can make him use the floating spell continuously all night without feeling tired Tired. "

As he was saying this, he shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands to the front.

"Obviously, he can't do it for the time being - because of the instability of his current magic, even the conventional curse can't be released."

However, if babre is given targeted training for a period of time, the results will be very different. At that time, the other party will become a real wizard, which will not be much different from other wizards.

Even because babley is a little accustomed and stable by his own strength from the state of rampant magic, he will understand the characteristics of magic more easily than most modern wizards, so as to use magic more freely.

This is undoubtedly the state that modern wizards bound by modern magic conventions need to make more efforts to achieve.

"What should I say... After all, the pain and struggle they have experienced are not in vain!"

"Did you just say something?"

When Maka whispered at last, Kingsley didn't hear clearly and asked subconsciously. However, Maka didn't say everything he thought of later, only shook her head slightly.

"No, nothing."

Although the so-called "after certain training" was just mentioned in his mind, no one can formulate such highly targeted training. In the final analysis, it is also up to Maka to decide how babre will eventually train.

And that's the question - including babre and other Muggle awakeners who are bound to increase next, what kind of growth is appropriate for them?

If they just want to help Maka fight with Haier Bo, needless to say, the stronger the better.

But don't forget that they are still Muggle born guards and even subordinate to the Muggle royal family. Even if Maka hopes that both sides can get along well, the long-standing estrangement and contradiction between the two is also a fundamental problem that people have to face up to.

"Even if I'm ready for the moment... However, I don't want to go to that step in the end unless I have to!"

Marca was no longer watching babrayna's hard performance. He just took out a tube of reagent and shook it slightly in front of his eyes, thinking so in his heart.

At this time, with a slight fluctuation in the space not far away, a wizard of brova Castle suddenly appeared there and hurried to Maka.

"Mr. McLean, Miss pansy Parkinson contacted us on her own initiative - this is the letter she wants us to forward to you."

"Parkinson?"

Maka took it, opened it, and frowned.

"What's the matter?"

When Delphi saw this, he immediately came together. But after she had seen it, she couldn't help thinking a little, and then she didn't speak again.

On the other hand, although Kingsley was curious about what made Maka show that expression, his character would not take the initiative to see it without Maka's consent.

After they were silent for a moment, Maka looked at Delphi with a slightly complicated expression:

"Malfoy... Well, no, Delphi, do you think I'm wrong?"

"Of course not," Delphi pursed, then raised his head slightly and looked firmly at Marca's face. "Although I may not disagree with him personally, I am me, Malfoy is Malfoy, Dad... Of course, Mr. McLean, you will only be yourself. And I am certainly more willing to trust Mr. McLean than myself."

Maka could not help smiling and nodding at her to express her gratitude for her unconditional trust in herself. Then he folded the letter paper again and stuffed it into his pocket.

"I really have to thank Miss Parkinson this time... Of course, the boy Alexander who helped her cover. Well, it's time for us to go... Babley, I think you're very tired, so you don't have to continue to support - have a good rest, and then have more exercises to master it with your own will!"

Before the words fell, he directly took Delphi and disappeared from his place, and Kingsley and the wizard of brova Castle who came to deliver the message immediately moved in a phantom and left.

Soon, babley was the only one left on the hillside. He sat down and gasped.

"But... It's a good feeling! My head won't hurt any more. I can summon the wind when I think about it... The power of magic is really fascinating!"

He lay down on the grass ravaged by the high wind, his chest fluctuated greatly, but his mouth still couldn't help sighing from the bottom of his heart.

"Wizard...?"