Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 158 Cutting Fruit

"Now you can't escape!"

Hoyle said coldly, he pushed back the golden hair on his forehead, waved his wand, and three two-meter-high apples slammed at Maureen from different directions.

"Show your sharpness!"

Maureen yelled, and a golden light came out from the tip of his wand. The light extended a meter long, as if he was holding a sword. This spell was used by his grandfather Alton before, when Alton was Use this spell to cut a watermelon.

Three huge apples flew from different directions, and Maureen rode a flying broom to avoid the impact of one of them. He swung his wand and chopped down at the big blue apple in front of him. The golden light in front of the wand immediately sliced ​​the apple into pieces. It broke in two and fell down.

"Great, I've been wanting to try this spell!"

Molin flashed over quickly, raised his wand and dropped it, another apple was cut in half by him!Immediately afterwards, two large bananas one meter long came through the air. Molin turned around and cut the banana in half from the middle. The bananas still exuded a strong fragrance. Might give it a try too.

Hoyle waved his wand angrily, and the fruits of the prairie on the ground rushed towards him in droves.Whether it's a two-meter-wide black and green watermelon, a kiwi the size of a fluffy washbasin, or a palm-sized purple grape, you can cut as much as you want.

"Keep going, I can play for a while."

Molin held the wand as if he was holding a long sword, cutting horizontally and vertically, turning over and chopping backwards, all kinds of postures emerged one after another, as soon as the wand was lowered, the fruit rattled, the fruit fragrance wafted, and the incomplete fruit fell for a while. Ground, the whole ground is like a plate of fruit salad.

"Hugo, I think you must be annoyed why you are trapped in the painting."

Mo Lin felt that he had instantly turned into a fruit terminator. When he cut those fruits, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction rising from the bottom of his heart. This kind of interesting experience is rare. If it wasn’t for the wrong timing, he might have Play all day with this painting.

"Are you cutting fruit? What kind of fruit?" Hugo asked eagerly, not seeing all this in Mo Lin's pocket.

"There are all the fruits you want here, maybe the juice here is still drinkable!" Mo Lin laughed casually.

Hoyle was furious, and the dragon and phoenix he tamed with the Cruciatus Curse did not follow, because they did not dare to enter the underwater world and were blocked from the painting.Originally thought that he alone was more than enough to deal with a first-year freshman, but Molin had a flying broom and could always dodge his magic at the right time. Hoyle's flying skills were obviously inferior to Molin's, so he wanted to catch Living in Moline is not that simple.

"I'll let you cut!"

Hoyle sneered, all the fruits were suddenly covered with a layer of black light, Molin vaguely felt that something was wrong, when his wand cut a red red pear again, the pear was about the size of Molin's head The red red pear exploded suddenly, and a huge air wave mixed with the shattered flesh exploded in all directions.

"Why are you still using fruit bombs, how despicable!"

Mo Lin was taken aback, and was overturned by the huge waves generated by the explosion, and almost got out of the flying broom. He stabilized his figure in the air in time, and the raging fire sprayed out from in front of him, destroying all the pieces of meat They are all baked, and after the red pears are burnt, they actually exude a smell of butter tart, which is very magical.

"Maybe I discovered a new way to eat red pears."

Mo Lin thought to himself, he kept backing away, and this time he didn't dare to cut the fruit again, so he could only shoot an explosive spell towards the ice wall behind him, but it failed to explode the frozen mist, his explosion Curses can't break through this ice wall.

Thanks to him being a talented Quidditch player, he was able to dodge all kinds of brutal fruit impacts in a timely manner. He looked at the fruits that exploded when he touched them, and took a look at the frozen fog there, and soon thought of a Method.

"Your fruit bombs aren't great, Hoyle."

Maureen ducked a bunch of cherries and shouted at Hoyle.

"Insanity!"

Hoyle waved his wand, and this time not only a large pile of fruit was thrown at him, but also a raging blizzard swept over from the ground and surrounded Mo Lin.

When a bunch of watermelons flew to the edge of the photo frame, Maureen dodged to dodge, and all the watermelons and apples hit the frozen fog. Maureen waved his wand and shouted loudly: "Thunderbolt explosion!"

boom!
Maureen's spell couldn't blow up the ice wall made by Hoyle, but it was enough to blow up those fruits. When those fruits split, there was a huge explosion sound suddenly, and violent air waves rushed out. Lin's Explosive Curse plus Hoyle's own fruit bomb, the frozen ice wall broke a hole all at once.

"Haha, thanks a lot! Hoyle!"

Maureen turned a corner in the air and disappeared into the fog of the hole.

"Damn!"

Seeing that he was actually being teased by a first-year student, Hoyle undid his freezing spell without thinking too much, and followed Molin into the fog.

But not long after Hoyle disappeared in the fruit painting, Mo Lin suddenly flew back from the thick fog just now, and appeared in the fruit painting with a relaxed expression.

He just stayed in the thick fog for a while, and didn't go through the painting at all. After Hoyle, who was dazzled by anger, crossed the white fog and entered the nearby Sotolan Grand Canyon, Molin Just go back the same way.

"Hoyle, no more!"

Molin heaved a sigh of relief. Hoyle's angry roar had already sounded in the Sotoland Grand Canyon next door. He realized that he had been tricked by Molin just now, and wanted to go back the same way, but bumped into the fog , can come in but not out.

"Black gentian bile! Damn it, why are there paintings painted with black gentian bile here? Impossible, I have clearly cleaned up all the paintings painted with black gentian bile!"

Hoyle screamed and frantically cast all kinds of vicious spells on the edge of the picture frame, trying to break the barrier and go back to catch Maureen, but this kind of magic was painted on the outside of the painting, and the people in the picture were of no help at all. .

Maureen sat on a watermelon the size of a house, holding a purple grape the size of an apple that Hoyle hadn't cast a spell on in his hand. He took a bite, chewed it twice, and found that it was quite delicious.

"It seems that being a person in a painting is not such a bad thing."

Although Mo Lin knew that he might be biting the paint after taking such a bite, the texture and taste were completely indistinguishable from real grapes. He was indeed a little hungry after running for so long. And true, a bite or two is no big deal.

"I really want to eat it too. I've never seen such a big grape!" Hugo looked at Mo Lin enviously.

"Don't think about it, Hoyle has been dealt with, now we have to think about how to deal with Payingade." Morin said, Hoyle is secondary, how to stop Payingade is the most important thing.

Maureen spat out the grape skins and glanced at the fruit salads all over the floor. The fruits that had been chopped or exploded by him had gradually moved closer together and returned to their original shape.The things in the painting have the ability to repair themselves, and they won't be destroyed by a few spells they cast.

"There should be a portrait of Principal Dumbledore in the north tower, right? If we find him, we don't know if it will be possible to let him deal with Payngade." Hugo suggested.

"You can try, if you can find Professor Trelawney, she lives here."

Maureen got on the flying broomstick again, he thought, Professor Charles probably didn't miss the painting on the north tower side, but Payngard played a trick to hide it from Professor Charles, but the painting trapped Sir Cadogan and Hoyle's Soto Blue Canyon is estimated to have slipped through the net, with some black gentian remaining.

He now hopes to see a living person or find portraits of other people in the North Tower, and spread the news here.

(End of this chapter)