This so-called resentful spirit in front of him is really weak and ridiculous.

Mr. Foley beckons, beckoning the struggling wraith into his hands.

There was inevitably some reminiscence in his eyes.

"To be honest, it's been a long time since I've seen this kind of little guy~

That's when I was a child, when your grandfather took me to pick a rare medicinal herb.

But that guy is even weaker than the one in front of him, and he will die if he uses a little magic power. "

"And what is this?"

Braun asked with interest.

Not only Braun, but also Mrs. Foley.

"As you call a resentful spirit, of course, it is more accurate to call it a collection of soul resentments.

Everyone has a soul, just like ghosts, which are created by wizards who are still greedy for the world and refuse to face death after death.

Muggles don't have the strength we have.

Therefore, after death, their souls will gradually collapse and dissipate and return to this world.

However, there are some soul fragments that are extraordinarily tenacious, such as resentment, resentment, attachment, and so on.

The fragments of the soul that contain these emotions of the master are not so easy to be broken down by the world.

It can only be slowly passed away by time.

However, if you come into contact with magic in this process, then these soul fragments will produce some wonderful changes.

They will subconsciously absorb or absorb other soul fragments around them.

And slowly began to have a certain consciousness, but this consciousness is like a beast.

There is no thought, except to eat is to attack Muggles passing by.

However, their strength is very weak, and they basically do little harm to ordinary people.

Even if it is more powerful, it can be easily eliminated by using the exorcism methods found in those Muggle worlds.

I didn't expect that after the Demon Tide came, such a small thing would be able to grow to the extent it is now.

Although it is still weak, it can already pose a certain threat to the little wizards who have awakened their magical powers. "

Mr. Foley lets go of his hand.

Let the wraith run behind Braun and hide.

"That means it's worthless!"

Braun looked a little disappointed.

He thought it would be a good material.

"It's not worthless, maybe you can try experimenting with it.

Maybe there's something unexpected?"

Braun shook his head, not taking Mr. Foley's words to heart.

Experiment, where is it so simple.

"What do you think of that Jack's father?"

Braun asked.

"What do you think?"

"Originally, I was going to give him an Alienation Seed and throw it into the Muggle world for him to play in the Seventy-Nine Rounds.

But now I have some new ideas.

I'm going to wait until after the Potions convention to arrange his visit, and let him feed the horses at home during this time. "

Mr. Foley has nothing against it.

A side branch descendant or a side branch who doesn't know how far the relationship is, plus it's just a squib.

Of course, he would not contradict his son because of such a person.

Said lightly:

"You look at it.

But how are you preparing for the game?"

"Almost. "

"Alright, we'll leave tomorrow.

You will also be able to rest there for two days so that you can go to the competition in the best possible condition. "

......

"Goodbye Mom!"

Braun waved cordially to Mrs. Foley in the carriage and entered the carriage.

Through the glass, Braun could see Mrs. Foley smiling and waving softly, and Dom and Dobby holding their heads up.

And, of course, Dobby's Jack was carrying hay.

However, he only stopped his gaze on him for a moment and then looked away.

"Don't go to rest and rest? "

Mr. Foley looks at the newspaper and says.

"No, I'd better go outside and sit with Buck.

To be honest, I haven't really been flying that yet. "

"Oh well. "

Mr. Foley shrugged.

As for Braun's safety, he wasn't too worried.

Sitting outside the carriage, watching the pegasus running in mid-air, and the clear sky.

Braun only felt that his mood seemed to be relieved a lot.

Because Mr. Foley had applied for a permit, he was not hindered by the wizards when he left the borders of England.

It was very smooth all the way.

Until they encounter a huge strange bird.

The strange bird is earthy yellow, and its feathers all over its body are shining with cold light.

It has a chicken-like head, and the crown of meat on its head is shaking during flight.

It's just that unlike ordinary birds, it looks more like a hippogriff.

There are not two claws but four under the body, and two pairs of wings, which grow between the forelimbs and hind limbs of the strange bird.

The moment he saw the strange bird, Braun pulled out his wand, but before he could pronounce the incantation.

I found that Mr. Foley, who was sitting in the carriage, did not know when he came out.

At the moment, he was standing beside him and looking at the strange bird.

"Albert, I didn't expect you to come too!

I'm going to the Potions Masters' Conference!

Don't just pass the knockout round this time!(Read the violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Didn't even survive the first round!"

A somewhat feminine voice came from the strange bird.

It was a middle-aged man with flaxen hair, a tall nose and sunken eye sockets, and a French accent.

All this is a clear indication that this is a Gaul.

Beside him was a young boy about Braun's age, and he was as haughty as an adult. []

And with the slow descent of the birds.

Braun also saw what the strange bird looked like.

It carries a small house similar to Braun's carriage on its back.

The house is not large, but it is very delicate, and it is believed that the Traceless Stretching Charm has also been cast.

And through the traces on the house, it can be seen that this is also an antiquity as old as Braun's carriage.

"Webb, you're still so nasty!"

Mr. Foley says indifferently.

Although it was spoken in English, it was still understood.

Replied in Gaul:

"Why did I say that my feet hurt?"

"Fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter!

Didn't you get eliminated in the first round too?"

0 begging for flowers

Mr. Foley scoffs unceremoniously.

Suffocated the man named Webb.

Looks a little embarrassed:

"Then I'll last longer than you!"

Mr. Foley snorts disdainfully.

Webber was a little angry at first, then smiled as if his face had changed, and patted the young man beside him:

"This is my son, Alger Webber, who currently attends Beauxbatons.

At the same time, he is also the most potential potions master in the entire school!

Three-time winner of La Clarion's Potions Potential Newcomer Award!

Second prize in the Young Potions Masters Competition of the Ministry of Magic of Gaul. "

The boy looked up a little haughty.

Mr. Foley pats Braun on the shoulder, as a man does.

"My son, Braunfoley, a third-year Hogwarts houser.

He once won the "Today's Curse" Newcomer Award for improving a spell alone,

At the same time, because of the invention of the alienation agent......"

Looking at the shocked look of his old rival, Foley couldn't help but have some happiness in his eyes.

"Awarded the Order of the Order of Merlin, 3rd Class by the Ministry of Magic in England.

Member of the Reserve of the Order of Merlin.

I don't know how it compares to your son?"

Mr. Foley's seemingly ostentatious words made Braun look a little helpless.

But there's no way anyone to let this be their own daddy.

Webb's father and son's faces were shocked at first, and then they both became a little gloomy.

Of course they have heard of the great names of the Merlin Order.

To be awarded the Order of the Order of Merlin at this age is undoubtedly a true genius.

Compared to Braun, Alger Webb's achievements are dazzling.

But there are so many differences.

What's more, Braun still won the Order of the Order of Merlin by virtue of potions.

He had also heard of the famous alienation potion, and he had always thought that it was invented by Mr. Foley.

Who would have thought that this sensational potion that made the Foley family earn once again came from the hands of this little wizard in front of him.

But Mr. Webb is not such an easy person to give into, and he said stiffly:

"So what?

In the end, it is still necessary to talk about the game!"

Leng snorted, and returned to the hut with his son.

The strange bird let out a long cry and disappeared into the air.

Mr. Foley did not get angry at Weber's farewell, but laughed wryly.

There is a sense of puff and puff.

"Father, who is that person?"

Braun followed Mr. Foley back into the carriage.

"The Weber family, one of the seven pure-blood families in France.

Like our family, it is famous for refining potions. "

"Then you and his contradiction......

Mr. Foley glanced at Braun:

"I also participated in the Potions Masters Conference when I was younger, but I was eliminated in the first round after passing the knockout round.

It's the same with that guy.

But although it was the first round, he was eliminated a little later than me, and he brought it up every time because of this incident.

And he likes to compare everything with me, he's just a disgusting guy!

But!"

Mr. Foley snorted a few times.

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