Chapter 311 (1/2)

Van Lin tried to use the magic spell constantly, but he still underestimated the defense set by Andrus Slytherin, a member of the Slytherin family. Even after so many years, thousands of years of time did not make the defense magic completely invalid.

Fanlin used up most of his magic power. Under the constant bombing of powerful blasting curse, the ground full of poisonous snakes finally cracked.

”Good!” Fanlin gasped a little, but for the help of enchanting potion, he would not have been able to blow the damned ground open.

”This is the last one.” Van Lin bit his teeth secretly, and his palm was raised to the foot of the statue. Although he had tried his best to avoid destroying the statue, the statue was still damaged in varying degrees.

There is a big blue light in the palm of van Lin, which is the magic power of Vaseline. The magic light group constantly involves the magic in the surrounding air, just like a huge whirlpool.

Fanlin felt a slight heat on his forehead. He remembered that Eden had pressed his wand through his brow.

He couldn't condense. The magic group began to restlessly agitate. Fanlin felt a slight prick in his palm. He paid nearly half of his magic power, which also proved how strong the defense was.

”Bombarda maxima!”

It turns out that the power of the blasting mantra, which condenses most of the magic power of Vaseline, is not a common magic spell to crack a piece of wood.

With the roaring sound, Fanlin only felt that his eyes were completely engulfed by the magic halo. With the vibration of the soles of his feet, a terrible explosion appeared in this small underground world.

There were flying stones and smoke everywhere. Fanlin had to use magic to quickly condense some thick icebergs to stop the shooting of the crushed stones. He had retreated far enough. However, the ice wall he had coagulated only lasted one second and then it was completely broken.

Fortunately, however, the existence of the ice wall delayed the impact of the gravel, which made the broken stones hit the body with no imaginary power and only less pain.

The space is full of smoke and dust, not many, fan Lin then stretched out his hand and rolled the dust to the outside of the secret room.

The technique is very skilled, he just broke into the door, and now he is in a choice of violent way to crack the defense.

He suddenly felt that this was not a particularly bad decision. If the serpentine was the way to open the door, with Voldemort's character, he could not have found out here.

However, Voldemort only got some residual power, and some of the books of the Slytherin family, which could not be determined. If Voldemort really got some books, then the magic recorded above must be of taboo magic type. Maybe Voldemort turned into a snake and that's how the bad resurrection came about.

Van Lin walked to the original statue position step by step. Here, he always thought of Voldemort. After all, Voldemort is a descendant of Slytherin family, and everything here should have been inherited by him.

As he pondered over what Voldemort had got, he kept putting pieces of andru Eastman Slytherin statues to one side with the mage's hand.