Since William wanted to learn phantom appearance, Dumbledore's opposition was just a casual talk.

"William, before starting training, I must give you a few points, about the code of conduct for phantom manifestation."

William listened seriously.

"First, don't show the phantom directly into other people's houses, it's as rude as kicking open the door of other people's house."

"Second, don't show your appearance where the anti-phantom manifestation spell is set, as your body will have serious problems and may die." "Finally, there is a limit on the distance of the phantom manifestation. As the distance of the phantom moves, it will become more and more difficult.

Intercontinental Phantom Appearance can only be used by wizards with superb skills. Ordinary wizards use it with the risk of insufficient magic, which may also lead to splitting, serious injuries or even death."

William nodded and said he knew.

"Very good," Dumbledore said, "now..."

With his wand, a wooden circle immediately appeared on the ground in front of William.

"The most important thing when the phantom is manifested is to remember three Ds!" Dumbledore said, "that is, goal, determination, calmness!"

"The first step is to focus on your goal, which is to put your attention in the wood circle in front of you."

"Step 2," Dumbledore said, "decided to take up the space you think!

At this moment, you will feel a hole appearing... Let the desire to enter the hole flood every pore in your body, and your body becomes excited!"

"The third step," Dumbledore smiled, "turn it in place, let yourself enter the hole, move gently and calmly!"

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, he heard a bang, and William disappeared from the spot and appeared two meters next to the wooden circle.

"How does it feel?" Dumbledorepin said.

"Failed." William raised his left hand, and the little finger on it was gone.

William waved his wand and returned to his left hand with his thumb. He began to cast a recovery spell and took out a hemostatic agent from the ring to heal the wound.

"Don't be anxious." Dumbledore comforted: "It's always hard to find the entrance if you're not skilled for the first time."

Then, with another bang,

The second attempt was no better than the first time, and William found his legs still in place.

"Split, that is, the separation of a certain part of the body," Dumbledore said lightly, "is happening when the determination is not firm enough.

You must always focus on your goals, don’t panic, be calm… like this.”

Dumbledore walked forward, spread his arms and whirled gracefully, disappearing in the whirl of his robe, and then appeared behind William.

William closed his eyes and thought carefully for a while, and disappeared again.

This time, he successfully appeared in the wooden circle drawn by Dumbledore, and was not injured.

"It's not bad." Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction.

William turned his head and asked, "Professor, I still need to be familiar with Phantom Development. Does your permission to open include the entire school? Or is it only this room?"

"I never canceled the anti-phantom manifestation of the entire school, but today is an exception, isn't it?" "Thank you!" William finished speaking and disappeared directly into the room.

Dumbledore's wand swung, and a chair appeared in front of him. After he sat down, a cup of black tea appeared in his hand.

William appeared in his dormitory, and the room was empty.

Because he is not familiar with phantom development, William feels motion sickness that he wants to vomit after using it a little far away.

He poured himself a bottle of potion, rested for less than two minutes, then disappeared from the spot and appeared near the highest spire of Hogwarts Castle.

There is no one here, and you can look around the scenery of the whole school.

Although there was no one, there were cats on the spire... More precisely, Popocha and Mrs. Loris were sitting side by side, looking at the Quidditch game in the distance.

Watch the game, blow the wind and bask in the sun. Before leaving, there will be another fierce battle in the open air...

Or the Bobo Tea Party.

"Bobo Tea, although dates are important, you have to go home until night, otherwise I will cut them off sooner or later." William threatened.

Bobocha meowed twice impatiently.

Mrs. Loris licked Bobocha's hair, showing a well-behaved JPG expression.

William walked forward, jumped down from the 100-meter-high castle, and then disappeared into the air.

This time he appeared in the Quidditch Arena.

Standing on your own light wheel 2000.

It seems like flying with a sword!

Everyone was shocked. Who would have thought that when the competition was in progress, a person would suddenly appear in the sky?

Wait...why are the two Starks?

William stretched out his hand, gently took the ghost flying ball from "his own" hand, threw it towards the ball frame, and smashed it accurately inside.

William appeared too suddenly, and stepped on the flying broom, and the broom continued to fall.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the golden thief, then appeared on Qiu's broom and threw it to the girl.

Instead, disappear again.

The whole process was less than thirty seconds, and everyone was stunned.

In the darkness,

Babuling lay lazily on the sofa, her feet swaying around, occasionally giggling, and she was extremely happy.

She pinched the cucumber-scented potato chips in her right hand and gently flipped a thick book with her left hand.

It was obvious that it was unhealthy books, with two young girls hugging on the cover.

The breeze blew, and William appeared in the room, and he grabbed the chips and disappeared again.

Babuling stood up angrily, stared at her wine-red eyes, looking for the little thief who stole her potato chips in the dark.

William kept showing off his phantoms on campus, appearing in almost every place.

Finally, he returned to the classroom, Dumbledore had just finished the cup of black tea.

"It seems you have mastered it." Dumbledore stood up.

"Next, William, what are you going to learn?"

William put the chips in his pocket and thought for a moment: "Silent casting."

"Well, it's really necessary to learn silent casting." Dumbledore agreed: "However, I suggest you learn brain closure first."

William was stunned. "Brain closure?"

"Yes, there are too many secrets in your head, and you need to prevent others from snooping." Dumbledore said seriously: "You are a master of potions, so you will naturally carry the antidote to vomiting with you.

But it is easy for the masters who capture God’s thoughts to invade your mind.”

William fell into deep thought.

"Of course, brain closure is also useful for combat," Dumbledore continued.

"When fighting, experience is one aspect. But if the other party can spy on your ideas, you can guess your next move more accurately and take precautions."

"Understanding brain closure can prevent the enemy from knowing what you think.

And an excellent brain-closing master can easily forge false memories, making the other party think you will do that, thereby guiding the enemy to the trap.”

William raised his eyebrows, and this is what it means: you only see the second layer, and you only think of me as the first layer, but I am actually the fifth layer.

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore was also a crepe cake.

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