The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 300: Veela (asking for monthly ticket)

From the dark and dilapidated wooden house, there was a humble cry for mercy.

After a while, Voldemort, having vented enough, closed his senses and fell into hibernation.

The 'black' wizard then went to solve his own pipe unclogging problem with a sad face.

'The master's temper is getting worse.'

"We still need to contact other reliable Death Eaters as soon as possible to collect magical resources for the master's resurrection."

The 'Dark' wizard thought with lingering fear. Ever since Voldemort possessed him, 'Dark' felt that his health was getting worse and worse.

"It will be soon. When the great master is resurrected, I will be the greatest contributor."

The 'dark' wizard seemed to see himself becoming the second-in-command of the Death Eaters, and his tired heart, which had been tortured, became excited again.

After taking a black coat from the hanger and putting it on, the 'black' wizard opened the door and walked out.

After turning a few random corners in the messy alley, his figure disappeared.

After treating Harry's injuries, Mu Sheng did not stay in Hogwarts for long.

The next day he left school and went to visit wizard gathering places in various countries and regions around the world.

Two weeks later.
On the French border, in the mountains of the Alps, there is a small town full of romance - Fairy Town.

This is the magic bazaar of France and surrounding Eastern European countries, similar to Diagon Alley in the UK.

The weather in the Alps in July is sunny.

The abundant sunshine also provides flowers and plants with the energy they need to grow, and colorful flowers can be seen everywhere in the town.

Take a deep breath, and the fresh, elegant, and rich floral scents of various flavors will hit your nose.

It makes people feel sweet and happy.

Mu Sheng strolled through the streets of Fairy Town, looking at the magic shops on both sides of the road selling a variety of different goods.

I plan to buy some souvenirs here when I leave.

"Dracule's Magical Flower Shop!"

When passing by a shop, Mu Sheng was attracted by its name and walked in curiously.

When he opened the door, clusters of crowded flowers came into Mu Sheng's sight.

The flower shop is not very big, about 40 to 50 square meters. There are several rows of wooden shelves nailed on the walls on both sides, which are filled with flowers of exotic colors.

There are also two shelves on the ground in the middle of the store, which are also filled with fragrant flowers.

There were even many flower pots of different sizes placed on the ground, leaving only a long and narrow aisle for customers.

Mu Sheng moved his feet carefully to avoid accidentally breaking a flowerpot.

“There’s nothing magical about this.”

After a quick glance around, Mu Sheng was somewhat disappointed to find that these were just some ordinary magical flowers.

Perhaps because they are magical plants, these flowers are of exceptional quality and fragrance, and they sparkle with a faint luster in the sun.

It looks a bit psychedelic, as if it has a layer of special effects.

But for wizards, it is far from magical.

After all, this is a magical world with three-headed hellhounds, fish and horses with human upper bodies, as well as werewolves, vampires and giants.

How did the half-giant appear?
Mu Sheng has always been curious about which powerful witch withstood the impact of the giant, or which weird wizard crawled into the dark valley?
Thinking about the giant's appearance again, Mu Sheng couldn't help but sigh that there are many perverts among wizards!

"Welcome! How can I help you?"

After hearing the noise of the shop door being pushed open, Furong, who was pruning branches, poked her head out from the back of the shop and shouted.

Her long hair, as silver as moonlight, fell down, and in her pair of eyes, as blue as the sky, there was a deep and charming look.

With fair skin, a high nose bridge, and slightly upturned mouth corners, she looks like a fairy born from flowers.

Due to the obstruction of the view by the flower stand, Mu Sheng did not see the hibiscus deep inside the shop, but when he heard someone calling him from inside, he stopped and left.

He picked up a pot of flowers that exuded a white jade luster and looked a bit like hibiscus, and walked in while asking doubtfully:
"Excuse me, what is so magical about your flowers?"

Furong, who was inside the shop, put down the scissors in her hand upon hearing this and walked out from the inner room.

When Furong saw Mu Sheng carefully moving in from among the flower pots on the ground, she was slightly stunned.

The midday sun shone through the glass windows at the front of the store, filtering through the gaps between the layers of flowers and shone onto a tall figure.

Furong faced the sunlight, her pair of blue eyes narrowed slightly, and only then could she see clearly the face hiding in the shadow of the sunlight.

The tough face, the sharp eyebrows like a cutting knife, and the dark eyes are like the starry sky in the depths of the universe. One glance at them will attract people to the unknown and mystery.

Although it is a face of Chinese descent, it does not have that kind of elegance and peaceful feeling. Instead, it has a kind of calm and majestic temperament of someone in a high position.

Furong's eyes brightened up, and the corners of her mouth turned up even more.

Not only men like to look at beautiful women, women do the same, and even more so.

"Moonlight Hibiscus, very good taste." Hibiscus looked at the flowers that Mu Sheng was holding, smiled and stretched out her right hand:

"Hello, I'm Fleur Delacour."

"You are Furong too? What a coincidence, I just happened to choose you."

Mu Sheng gently held Furong's palm, which felt slightly cold, as if he was holding a piece of cold jade: "Victory Held!"

"According to French custom, should I kiss your hand?"

Mu Sheng lifted Furong's hand up and said with a smile.

Furong not only did not feel offended, but raised her hand again and said with a smile: "If you don't mind the mud on my hands."

Mu Sheng lowered his head and took a closer look, and there were indeed some dots of dirt on his bamboo-like palms.

"Forget it, I just arrived in France and I may not be used to the local climate yet."

Unacceptable?

Furong was stunned for a moment, then she reacted, covered her mouth with her other hand, and laughed out loud with joy.

"You're so humorous, Mr. Huddle!"

Mu Sheng smiled with the corners of his mouth raised, seeming to be very happy with Furong's praise.

“Madam Delacour, you have a perceptive eye.

Others only see my handsome appearance, but you, beautiful lady, see my interesting soul!"

Mu Sheng’s words made Furong smile even more happily.

For some reason, Furong always felt that there was an invisible attraction to Mu Sheng, which made her instinctively feel close to him.

What Fleur didn't know was that other men felt this same attraction in her when they saw her.

This attraction comes from Fleur's Veela blood.

However, Mu Sheng's soul essence was far superior to hers, and Fleur's Veela bloodline not only failed to play a role, but had a counter-effect. "Please call me Fleur, Ms. Delacour sounds like she is calling me mother."

"Okay, Fleur, you can call me Victre too!"

"Well, Victeri." Furong tried to hide her smile: "Is this your first time in Fairy Town?"

"Yeah, I'm on a vacation trip. I just arrived in France yesterday." Mu Sheng nodded.

"No wonder, if you come here more often you will understand why our store is called the Magic Flower Shop."

"Holiday trip, Hogwarts? Or Durmstrang? Or the big country in the East," Furong guessed as she looked at Mu Sheng's face which was different from that of a Western European.

"Hogwarts, what about you?"

"This is France, what do you think? Bruce Barton, of course."

"Give me the flowers you have chosen!" Furong said as she wanted to take the flowers from Mu Sheng's hands.

When they moved, they realized that one of their hands was still clasped together.

Furong, who had been acting very calm, suddenly felt her heart skip a beat and she slowly withdrew her hand.

Then he naturally took the flowerpot from Mu Sheng's hand, turned and walked towards the counter.

"The so-called magical flower shop is actually just a little trick"

Fleur placed the flower pot in the middle of the counter, then took out her wand and gently turned it over the flowers.

The moonlight-colored flower changed as the wand turned, and the white petals gathered inward and spun.

Then a little fairy in a white petal skirt appeared on the flower stalk, an ethereal singing voice sounded, and the little fairy began to dance on tiptoe.

“Well, that’s it.”

"Eh? Is this the magic of the Magic Flower Shop?" Mu Sheng was speechless. He felt like he was tricked into coming here and being ripped off by a clickbait title.

Furong couldn't help but snicker when she saw the expression on Mu Sheng's face.

"Why not? As long as the spell is not lifted, the flower fairy will always exist," Furong said confidently.

"Don't think this is just an ordinary Transfiguration. The song sung by the fairy is the voice of a Veela. Only wizards with Veela blood can do this."

"is it?"

Mu Sheng, unconvinced, picked up another pot of blue flowers from the ground and placed it next to the moon-colored flowers.

Recalling the fluctuations of magic power when Furong cast the spell just now, with a snap of her fingers, the blue flower turned into a little flower fairy.

Dancing on the flower stalks, but there was indeed no accompaniment of that ethereal singing.

"interesting."

Mu Sheng suddenly became interested. He leaned down slightly and went to the two pots of flowers to observe them carefully.

However, his nonchalant action made Furong open her mouth in surprise.

I was impressed by his silent and wandless spell.

After refining hundreds of different types of spells and almost completing the star map, Mu Sheng's sensitivity to magic power has reached an extremely high level.

Plus, this wasn't a very complicated spell, so Mu Sheng quickly discovered the secret.

"I see. It uses the bloodline ability of the Veela. It looks like a normal Transfiguration spell, but it is actually a combination of bloodline ability and Transfiguration spell."

Mu Sheng is no stranger to combination spells, he can combine a bunch of them at will.

But this was the first time he had seen a combination of bloodline abilities and spells, mainly because he did not have similar magical bloodline abilities.

"After the star map is completed, perhaps we can arrange to refine the blood of magical creatures."

Mu Sheng thought of the corpses of various magical creatures that he had collected in his space for almost two years.

"That's interesting. I already know what's going on!"

Mu Sheng stood up and cast a spell again under Furong's surprised gaze.

After knowing what was going on, Mu Sheng easily found a spell to replace the ability of Fleur's Veela bloodline.

With a "snap" sound, the blue flower fairy put on a set of armor, and there was also a background music.

A rhythmic and majestic battle music sounded in the store.

"How is that possible! Could it be that Vectri also has Veela blood?"

"From his appearance, Victari looks like a wizard with Veela blood, but are there male Veelas?"

Furong's mind was a little confused.

Accompanied by the music, the blue flower fairy began to dance with the sword, as if she was fighting an invisible enemy.

Fleur, who was of Veela descent, was naturally good at music. She recognized the quality of the song immediately and quickly immersed herself in this battle music.

After a few minutes, the music ended.
Furong came back to her senses with a lingering feeling, and her emotions became inexplicably excited.

"What song is this?"

"unstoppable!"

"Unstoppable? I like this song. It's a Muggle song, right? Who sings it?"

Fleur asked curiously, she was going to buy it and listen to it.

Mu Sheng was a little confused when he heard this. Was he going to tell Furong that this was a song from the future? And it was the future of another world.

"I also heard it by chance, but I can't remember which singer it was." Mu Sheng said vaguely.

"Is that so?" Furong was a little disappointed, but just a little disappointed.

Born into a Veela family, she has heard too many Veela songs, and those are the songs that can truly make people's hearts and minds intoxicated.

"Wait, I almost forgot how you did that, Victory!"

Furong looked at Mu Sheng with some excitement: "You don't have Veela blood, do you?"

"How can there be a male of Veela descent?" Mu Sheng denied, "It's just a little magic trick, not worth mentioning!"

“This is no small trick!” Furong disagreed with Mu Sheng’s description: “And it only took you a few minutes to crack the magic principle.

Is the teaching level of Hogwarts so good?"

"Is there a possibility that I am the better person?" Mu Sheng boasted without any modesty.

Furong blinked her blue eyes, looked at Mu Sheng who seemed to be glowing in front of her, nodded seriously, and said:

"It's possible, very likely! So, Mr. Victory, can you tell me how you did it?"

"Of course, Ms. Furong!" Mu Sheng showed a sunny smile: "But the principle behind this is a bit complicated. We need to find a suitable place."

Facing Mu Sheng's invitation, Furong agreed without hesitation: "I know a place, come with me."

(End of this chapter)