Chapter 226 Blood Wine

"Pick up your right hand, untainted lamb."

In a daze, Harry heard a peaceful voice. He raised his right hand by chance. The next moment, a stinging pain on his wrist made him subconsciously want to scream, but the sound was heard by another one at his throat. The more weird magic power was forced to hold it back.

Another time I couldn't hear the specific lyrics like hymns.........

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"What's going on..." Harry grinned and sat up from a cold stone slab, subconsciously rubbed the back of his head with his right hand, and suddenly realized that something seemed to be on his wrist. Hard stuff.

He quickly looked at his wrist and saw a small silver-white crack there. Just as he was confused, the wand suddenly rushed out of his wrist.

"Oh my god!" Harry sweared in desperation.

Although I don’t know why my wand was stuffed into my wrist, I don’t know how it was done. There is a small red strip at the end of the wand connecting it to the wrist, and it doesn’t hurt.

But now it is not the time when there are any and nothing. The wand is still in his hand. He looked up at the surroundings, a stone house, a stone bed, and an old one who needs to put on the table legs. wooden table and chair with half of the armrest.

A door that looks like a broken door feels like it can be kicked open with just one kick.

But that sounded too loud, Harry chose a more secretive way.

"Ala..." Halfway through the spell, a heart-wrenching pain suddenly came from his wrist, which made him subconsciously shrink his hand, but the wand accidentally touched the wooden door.

The next moment, the wooden door creaked open.

"Hiss...I know now why they are not afraid of me running away." Harry looked down at his wrist, his wand had already said that the silver gap had drilled back. The severe pain just now seemed like an hallucination.

After moving his wrists, he tiptoed to push the door and walked out, and then he saw a black-robed brother who was reading a book at the door.

After hearing the sound, the man looked up at Harry, showing an objectively kind smile, and continued to read the book in his hand.

"...You won't arrest me?" Harry said this problem of cerebral palsy as if he was fighting with his left and right brains.

"Keep forward." The man looked up and looked at Harry with a weird look, pointing the direction ahead in pretty standard English.

"...Uh... Thank you." Harry nodded awkwardly. Now the situation is stronger than others, and now he is now suffering from the severe pain of casting spells, so there is a high probability that he will not be able to use magic. Unless the wrist wand automatically turns into a sleeve sword and gives the man a sudden neck.

After you go out, you must learn to transform. Harry murmured in his heart and walked forward.

Along the way, he passed many ordinary stone houses. Until the end, he saw a stone house that looked bigger than other houses, and there were bursts of sounds inside...

In addition, you have to learn French.

This was Harry's second thought. He was standing in front of the stone house. He was thinking about whether he would walk in or turn around and run away. However, the second thought turned around and he abandoned it. This is the forest. I can't use magic now, and I may have to be caught after running less than a hundred meters.

"Why don't you come in?" An old voice came from the house.

"I have to enter now..." Harry sighed and walked into the house.

"What do you think magic is?" An old man was wearing a maroon coarse cloth robe and sat on the ground without any image.

"What...a natural talent?" Harry was stunned for a moment and replied casually.

"It's almost the same, but will fate be so selfless? Give you this powerful power for no reason?" the old man twisted his neck and said.

"Oh...you...you know the answer?"

"I don't know, I just think that since the gods give us the power that transcends ordinary people, do we also need to bear the corresponding responsibilities?" the old man asked back.

"Oh...what is the responsibility?" Harry subconsciously scratched the back of his head.

"Many, protect Muggles, maintain nature, restrain oneself and respect, be kind to repay, and believe in the gods."

"...Including kidnapping?" Harry asked a sharp question.

“God will forgive us because we are redeeming you.”

"Wow, the religious atonement spirit...so it's also for my goodness to stuff my wand into my wrist?" Harry understood the fact that the situation was stronger than humans, but he just wanted to give out trash talk. Even if I eat a few heart-wrenching bones, I will never refuse.

"Magic is a gift from the gods. Since this is the case, we naturally cannot use magic randomly. All the use of magic seeks convenience for ourselves, obtains benefits, and unreasonably harms the weak, and those who use magic but do not believe in the true owners of magic are not the same. Allowed." The old man explained.

"Uh... it sounds like you are a sect that believes in gods... I'll ask presumptuously, are you the Temple Brotherhood?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Oh, I thought they deleted us from the history books." The old man said in surprise.

"Uh... in fact, they did." Harry beeped in a low voice.

"That means they are afraid."

"Really? I mean you can really beat them?" Harry looked at the old man's arms exposed from his sleeves, clearly seeing a silver mark on his wrist, and asked again. .

"Just a group of native chickens and tile dogs." The old man shook his head.

"Are you saying that you used this thing to beat them into native chickens and tile dogs?" Harry showed his wrist. After all, did he doubt that he could really beat those normal wizards with this kind of pain casting behavior?

"Of course."

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"Are you suspicious?" The old man stretched out his hand, and a wand that looked old slid out of his wrist, and a small flame surged out of it.

"Oh...my classmate will do this." Harry was embarrassed for the old man in front of him.

"This is the difference in understanding." The old man stood up on his own, walked to the oak barrel in the corner of the room, filled a glass of wine with a copper-covered goblet, and then placed a piece On the table.

Then the tip of his magic wand oozed out of blood strangely and flowed into the wine glass, blending into the wine.