The wider the mental powers are, the better the training effect will be, but the easier it will be to faint. Zhao Mai must remain between awake and coma, so that his body can gradually adapt. This feeling is a bit like when he is about to get drunk, and most of the pictures reflected in his mind are intermittent pictures. Although he has many thoughts at every moment of awakening, he has already entered into confusion when he wants to take action.

When the body is restricted, the only way is to hand over all your movements to the supernatural powers of the mind. Trust this ability is just like trusting your own eyes and fingers.

No one can catch the feeling the first time, and the same goes for Zhao Mai. He stood in the forbidden forest for a whole night, shaking and half-drowning for a night. The reserved grain kept raising his spirits to protect him, and he couldn't hold on in the morning. Zhao Mai took the dog back to the dormitory to rest, and then went to class. The closer the exam, the more targeted the content of Professor Dumbledore's lecture was. It seemed that he had great expectations for more cram students to enter Hogwarts, which can be seen from his action.

"You all have great disadvantages in accumulating knowledge, but you are more mature and smarter than students in the same grade." Dumbledore said every time he was in class: "Magic means to fill the mind with motivation. The wand accepts spells while accepting spells, and more of your mood. I have great confidence in you, and you must be more confident. If you are not confident, it will be difficult for your wand to believe in you. This is a process of mutual promotion."

He no longer talks about new knowledge, but is constantly reviewing the items that need to be paid attention to in the first to third grade exams. Many students already find it boring and unacceptable, but Zhao Mai is quite used to this rhythm. Isn’t this an exam-oriented education? Dumbledore will spend half the morning and repeat it again, and then the remaining half morning will be targeted training.

He treats every student equally, including Ado, whom he cannot communicate with. Ado learned his spell very quickly, but he does not like all aggressive spells, including weapons and undestructive curse such as falling out of your ground. If it is a target, Ado can shoot three more times ten times, and if it is a wizard duel, it will be completely stopped... This is not because his ability is insufficient, it is purely psychological effect.

Zhao Mai and Xiao Hua had no choice but to do anything to Ado, and Dumbledore was even worse. However, he still persisted in encouraging Ado, explaining over and over again that these two spells were not harmful, but rather a kind of protection, hoping that he could let go of the burden in his heart. But he always faced Ado's confusion and the unchanging sentence "Ado?"

May soon entered, and there were only two weeks left before the final exam. On this day, Elbera came to the room of Tolkien and Zhao Mai and said to them mysteriously: "Are you still worried about the exam? I organized a study group and invited outstanding students from the sixth grade school to help us contact the two courses of spell and potions, after all, are the most difficult. Come together!"

"Is there such a good thing?" Tolkien took his pipe off and placed it on the table. He had the habit of holding a pipe, mainly to help concentrate his mind, but rarely really ignited. "When? What form?"

"The spell takes a wizard duel, so that the gap can be easily identified and then targeted improvements. Potions are mainly viewing and assisting. Sixth-grade students should prepare some potions for the next semester before the holiday starts, and take us with you."

When Tolkien heard this, he was not very interested. His spell level was average, and if it was just guidance and demonstration, he was very interested. He didn't like the form of wizard duel because it reminded him of scenes on the battlefield, so he always subconsciously avoided it.

Potion classrooms have always been very popular, and cram schools are always unable to get them. The big reason is that the school favoritism is more difficult and students need more practice. Tolkien likes to refine medicine, but if you try it, it is better to work for Mike. Others don’t know, but Tolkien is very clear about his friend’s terrible talent and ability in potions.

"Okay, thank you, we'll go after we finish what we're doing." Tolkien said. Elbera was also kind-hearted. It's not easy to be able to spend his time serving the students. Zhao Mai thought about it and suddenly said, "We will definitely go."

"Ah, that's great. Just one afternoon after tomorrow, at the Black Magic Defense Classroom." Elebera smiled happily: "Don't be late!"

After the door closed, Tolkien looked at Zhao Mai with some surprise: "Aren't you all the people who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones

"Look at how good the others are, and I have a plan in my mind." Zhao Mai pointed to Adu: "Among us three, Adu and I have obvious shortcomings, but you are the safest. You may not go, but I also want to go and see it for Adu."

"Short board? At least you won't have it anymore." Tolkien snorted, counted the more than ten pages in front of him, arranged them in order, and gave them to Zhao Mai: "Here, this is the pronunciation method of inserting characters and the guess of more ancient spells that I have compiled. Try it quickly."

Zhao Maixing took it over, swiped it back and forth, patted Tolkien on the shoulder and said, "You really did it? Thank you so much! But I can't understand!"

"The above pronunciation method is one of the ones I created, it would be strange if you can understand it!" Tolkien said to Zhao Mai: "Since I have given you this method, I will naturally teach you. Come on, start with the pronunciation method of inserting characters, this is relatively simple."

Relatively simple is definitely a standard set for the linguistics professor. Zhao Mai tried it many times, but never made Tolkien nodded in recognition. "It's strange. Your English is quite standard, and your pronunciation is fine, and your French is the same. It's logical that this thing is not that difficult!"

Zhao Mai couldn't say that his knowledge of his language was realized by using the gold coins of fate. The current pronunciation of the character insertion is his true language level. All spells are language, either using druids, or using dragons, elfs, or even common language. It will always be a regular and meaningful language, and it can be recognized and used by the language exchanged by the gold coins of fate. However, the pronunciation of the character insertion created by Tolkien is just for cheating, which is very close to nonsense. Zhao Mai can only exercise his mouth well.

"I will record all your pronunciations first, and then practice them slowly by myself." Zhao Mai then looked back: "Tell me about the super ancient spell language you created."

"Okay, read to me. Ah Switzak!"

"A swear to take the zik?" Zhao Mai said while moving his wand. The wand became slightly hot in his hand. Then a ring-like fire ring appeared from the top of the wand, slowly flew out, ran towards the curtains and began to burn. Zhao Mai quickly extinguished the fire with the power of ice. "What's going on?" he asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!