Chapter 308 Harry's Breakthrough

Chen Bin is no longer surprised by this kind of situation. Who told him to leave a very bad first impression on Grandma Rosier? Even the old villain who lives in Hogsmeade doesn't like to deal with him?

The worst thing is that the magic output of these old people may be lower than Chen Bin's limit, but their magic attainments are far ahead of Chen Bin, and they can't detect the existence of these old people by perception.

If they really hold a grudge, Chen Bin will be put down at least a dozen times.

(o▽)o: "Very good, the next step is blood breakthrough, but what does this have to do with me?"

Dumbledore rolled his eyes at this funny guy and sighed: "Alas, this speed is too slow. I plan to let him drink dragon blood to speed up his breakthrough."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Bin shuddered immediately.

Dragon blood can indeed speed up the breakthrough, but the pain during the breakthrough will not be reduced. Chen Bin's magic slot is still rising naturally, and even Li Xiuhui still has room to rise when she is more than 300 years old, so their family has never felt this kind of pain.

However, Chen Bin heard from Kate that when her magic power was weak, the breakthrough was already very painful, and in the third grade, it was so painful that she couldn't help but scream.

He also heard from Hermione that the recent bloodline breakthrough made her roll on the ground and scream all night.

He also saw Lupin's bloodline breakthrough, and he kept hitting his forehead against the ground with pain, hoping to faint as soon as possible.

That is to say, as the magic power increases, the pain of each bloodline breakthrough is like the magic power, not increasing in a straight line, but with additional multiplication.

Ancient magic books often mention a motto: Don't learn magic if you are afraid of pain.

Another more artistic motto is: No Pain, No Gain.

Modern magic society is too comfortable, and this motto has long disappeared from textbooks, but the pain of breakthrough will not disappear because of this, only the vast majority of wizards who dare to break through will disappear.

How good it is to be a scholar, civil servant or inherited aristocrat, why must you become a combat wizard?

"Professor Dumbledore, I remember you said that Harry's magic power is 1.8 times that of an ordinary wizard, right?" Chen Bin asked weakly.

"You remember it right." Old Dumbledore nodded.

"The effect of the dragon blood you processed is usually unlimited for wizards under 20 years old, right?" Chen Bin continued to ask.

"You remember it right." Old Dumbledore nodded.

"That is to say, if there is no limit on the supply, you can even let Harry break through once a week, right?" Chen Bin continued to ask.

Old Dumbledore thought about it this time and shook his head: "With Harry's blood condition, under the premise of ensuring that his blood does not collapse, it should be once every five days."

"Professor, how much do you plan to let him drink?" Chen Bin continued to ask.

"The largest amount, once every five days." Old Dumbledore smiled.

ヽ( # `Д)┌┛〃: "This is murder! Hermione rolled around in pain all night before she reached 2x magic power. Harry's pain is almost doubled every five days. It will kill people!"

"Young people nowadays." A magnetic voice came from behind Chen Bin. He turned around and saw Grandma Rosier closing the book and looking up at Chen Bin. "If you are afraid of pain, don't learn magic. How can you let him face the so-called demon king while protecting the little flowers in the greenhouse like this?"

After she finished speaking, she stood up and left through the secret door.

"There is gossip!" Chen Bin's dead fish eyes were wide open, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Dump and Grindelwald's love nest was actually opened to this grandma? A love triangle at the end of the year? A three-part battle? Two kings and one queen?

Ahem, this book is very pure. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Chen Bin is worried about being silenced by the black and white demon king and the queen.

"Aaron."

ヾ: "Don't kill me! I don't know anything. No, here! What are you calling me for?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Dumbledore held his forehead helplessly and sighed: "I know this method is a bit intense, so I would like to ask you to contact the group of Chinese therapists last time to see if you can provide Harry with some anesthetic methods without side effects."

_: "Principal, dragon blood is not cheap, right? The seasonings for extracting dragon blood are also expensive, right? The cost of rescuing Harry last time was not low, right? Now you are looking for foreign countries to provide methods to reduce pain. How much military funds have you embezzled? Tell me, is Harry your biological son?"

"It's already a new fiscal year, and last year's military funds haven't been used up." Dumbledore said calmly: "Also, how can it be considered embezzlement if it is used on Harry? Isn't he the secret weapon of the Defense Department? ”

(〃'▽'〃): "Harry is your biological son. Biological son. Biological son."

"Alas." Dumbledore glanced at the portraits and said lightly: "In the original destiny, I did not have the financial resources to repay the heroes who contributed to the magic world. Now I have compensated the first generation of the Order of the Phoenix, but the deceased will never be compensated."

After a pause, he stared at Chen Bin with a serious look and said calmly: "You also guessed why I don't have children, right?"

Chen Bin's hair stood up, and his right hand instantly reached into his trouser pocket. While sweating, he smiled and said: "The principal is busy with all kinds of affairs and devotes himself to the cause of education. Every student in Hogwarts is also your child, and I am also a good child who graduated from Hogwarts."

He is very panicked now, and his calves are trembling.

There is a white devil sitting in front, and there is a black devil in the secret door behind. Suddenly talking about this kind of murder-level topic, is Lao Dumbledore going to murder?

"Don't press that portkey, or you'll have to Apparate back and forth again." Dumbledore rolled his eyes at the joke and continued seriously: "I owe James and Lily a lot, and I didn't owe it to Harry when he was a child. I have fulfilled my responsibility, so I really regard Harry as our biological grandson. Now that I have enough ability, I must compensate for my past debts and give him the necessary protection for his healthy growth. I want to thank you for the wealth you gave to the Dursleys. I never thought this method could awaken their conscience, thank you."

Chen Bin didn't think carefully about whether "our grandson" refers to Grindelwald, Rozier, or both.

Whenever he thinks of that one million pounds now, his chest will feel unsatisfactory pain. How many houses is that? How many forty years! ! ! ?

"You're welcome, I should." Chen Bin said while biting his back molars.

"What's wrong? You don't look like someone who is short of that little money. Do you want me to pay it back to you?" Dumbledore was obviously surprised by Chen Bin's reaction.

"I really don't need the money, but you will never understand how I feel." Chen Bin sighed and tried his best to remember the unpleasant memories. "I will contact the Chinese Magic World for you now, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer tomorrow."

A week later, Harry came to the empty bedroom in Chen Bin's dormitory and rolled around all night.

The monk community sent a prescription, and Lao Deng also asked Snape to refine it, but Harry wanted to use his own will to push through it first. It wasn't until he really couldn't stand it anymore that he started to use the anesthetic mixed with it little by little. of medicines.

This time it was not Chen Bin acting like a monster, but the love from Snape.

Snape did not stop Harry from using anesthetics, but seriously reminded him: "The pain of each breakthrough is also a tempering of the will and soul, allowing you to get the matching state of mind of a strong man. This is my experience, because of my talent Much lower than you are at the same age. This is the advice given to you by the mixed-blood wizard. Unless the frequency of breakthroughs exceeds your ability to accept, I do not recommend that you use this anesthesia method at the beginning. However, the choice is yours. hands."

Without thinking twice, Harry immediately accepted Snape's suggestion.

Anyone in the world could have tricked him, and they had tricked him more than once, including Chen Bin, Sirius and Dumbledore. Only Snape was protecting him with his life.

〒▽〒: "Kate, was your bloodline breakthrough so painful before? Why didn't you tell me?" The Eggman next door hugged his little wife lovingly and rubbed her cheek desperately.

(ω): "No. Although I made breakthroughs frequently at that time, my magic power was still at the level of a second grader. At most, it was just the most painful feeling when a girl gets her period."

(〃＞＿＜；〃): "This is very hard. Come on, give me some care."

When the two of them were in love with each other, Kate suddenly thought of a way to break the situation. "Bin, if I bring Hermione to see Harry now, do you think they will reconcile and stop the cold war?"

Chen Bin's eyes lit up when he heard this. With Hermione's character of preferring the Virgin, she would definitely calm down, and Harry would definitely be able to strengthen his will with the support of his lover.

Didn’t Lao Deng say that the strongest power comes from love?

(*￣3￣): "Harry. Love, Harry."

Kate came to the Gryffindor girls' dormitory overnight and took Hermione downstairs, and then escorted by Chen Bin to their dormitory, witnessing Harry rolling past.

Hermione got wet, coughed, and wet the sleeves of her winter shirt with tears.

The two hugged each other all night and reconciled the next day.

This hug is really a pure hug. The couple next door don't know whether it is pure or not after they close the door.

The Christmas holiday is coming soon, and the auditorium is once again decorated with sparkling decorations. A tall pine tree was cut down and dressed as a Christmas tree, witnessing the hypocritical side of Westerners shouting about environmental protection while chopping firewood.