Hogwarts Everything is Three

The man in the weird robes that made him look familiar came to him, the watermelon in the hands of the melon witch fell to the ground, and he drew his wand out of his body, pointed at the incoming person, watched the opponent gradually approaching, pretending to be courageous Asked: "This... are you a new colleague or a contact from a pure-blooded family? I don't seem to have seen you below. Hello, my name is... according to your English pronunciation, it should be ji... Wait stop coming otherwise…"

But just as his wand was fixed on the person who came, the other person opened his hood in front of him. He finally saw the person who came, and the melon cultivator became so scared that his throat became tight and he couldn't make a sound. Then, he felt the sticky palm of his wand, and sweat on his shiny forehead.

His hands were shaking constantly. In this case, he should have held down the Death Eater’s mark and reported the news of Alan’s arrival, but under the eyes of the opponent, he dared not make any movements and wandered around. It's all about how to save your own life.

"Alan Ha... Principal Harris... I... I..." Feeling the dangerous and cold breath of Allen, the melon witch who stumbled a few steps back only felt a heat flow from the roots of his legs. , Flowing out through the trouser legs, "I'm just a... melon grower... don't kill me..."

　　 "Then the boss... how much do you have for this melon?" When Allen laughed, he had a high affinity, but he was obviously more terrifying in the eyes of the melon witch.

　　 "Take whatever you want! Take whatever you want!" The melon wizard just felt more flustered.

　　 "Let me ask you, how much do you have for this melon?" Allen had been smiling for a long time.

　　 Seeing that the other party cannot be satisfied without money, the ponytail wizard opened his mouth and saw that the other party made a picture that he really wanted to buy melons. Even if he knew that he was trying to find faults, he didn't dare not cooperate.

The ponytail wizard wiped the sweat from his forehead with his magic robe, and blurted out subconsciously: "7 Gallon...Ah! No!" As if scared by the price he quoted, he quickly changed his words, "Sorry I was wrong, it was 7 Nat."

The ponytail wizard found that the other party did not answer him immediately, but pressed his finger on his arm like they usually use Death Eater mark. After waiting for a while, Allen raised his head and smiled apologetically. , Like a talkative customer: "Sir, can you pick one for me, please?"

"Hey!" The melon-planting wizard replied with a somewhat slurred voice. His heart touched his throat and blocked his breathing. He stiffly opened his legs and walked into the field, stiffly one by one. Flicking the watermelon, I only felt desperate—this Harris wouldn't want to solve himself after walking into the watermelon field.

The melon cultivator tremblingly picked off a watermelon that he thought was better growing and patted it for confirmation. He took a deep breath and turned back fearfully, only to find that Allen didn’t seem to want to shoot himself at all, holding both hands. Standing on the edge of the field and looking at him, he looked like he really came to buy a watermelon.

　　 Although he was relieved, the melon cultivator walked back tremblingly, and he handed the melon to Allen, "Mr. Harris, what do you think of this?"

　　 "You melon, is it ripe?" Alan put his hand on the watermelon and patted it lightly, and the watermelon made a dull muffled noise, as if there was an echo.

"I grow watermelon! I know which melon is delicious... I would never dare to pick it for you!" He looked at Alan in panic, holding the watermelon tightly with his arms, his lips and teeth stiff. Ladi explained.

Then, the melon planter was stunned to see that Allen suddenly and unhurriedly took away the wand he hadn't held before, which made him a little scared, and the ponytail man who knew how powerful the other party had a little resistance Can't mention it.

　　 Allen cut with a knife, the watermelon fell to the ground, and the red juice scattered all over the floor.

　　 Allen raised his head and put some blood-stained watermelon juice on his nose with the tip of his magic wand and smelled it, and said, "It's really ripe, maybe my aunt will like this smell better..."

　　 "Mr. Harris, I'll pick a few more for you, please... uh?!"

The magic wand in Allen's hand turned into a sword made of magical energy that exudes a red light. Seeing this, the melon witch realized the fate he was about to face, and he just issued it in despair. He squeezed out and screamed frantically, but immediately, he felt a hot thing sticking to the flesh of his stomach and went in, followed by severe pain and weakness, his muscles all convulsed, and he lost his strength. Only wheezing.

"I have recently drunk a lot of drinks and need to control it, not eat too many things that are too sweet... Your level of spelling just makes me use this useless trick as a weight loss exercise..." Wait until Allen will It was pulled out, and the ponytail man suddenly felt a warmth spray out of his abdominal cavity. He covered his wound and his facial features were all wrinkled together, and he leaned forward with a plop and fell to the ground.

"The use of human blood to water the land with magic is indeed growing well, but now in this modern age... I have a mixed-blood friend who regularly casts a swelling spell on pumpkins to solve the planting problem. In this era, you are still using Muggles to grow the land. It's not..." Allen took the wand that had been changed back, and kicked the ponytail's wand away at will, and began to dig it in his pocket, "If you keep holding on to the wound, you may be able to hold on for a while. , But if you let go, you can end the pain quickly. If you can muster your perseverance to get your own magic wand to heal yourself, maybe you can survive, how? What would you choose?" Then, Ai Lun took out a handful of Jin Jialong and threw it on the opponent, "By the way, I contracted your melon field."

The ponytail wizard, who felt his breathing, heard the Shimen moving in the cellar grotto not far away, and realized that he was not saved. He let go of the hand holding the wound in frustration. He felt his eyelids heal. It was getting heavier and heavier, he tried to open his eyes wide, and finally couldn't support it.

　　 Before closing his eyes completely, what he saw was the sound of Alan’s ancient-style leather boots walking steadily towards the grotto.

　　 Inside the grotto, the Death Eaters who stayed behind heard the scream of the melon wizard and realized that something was happening outside. They immediately gathered, pulled out their wands, and ran towards the entrance of the cave.

　　 But the unobstructed opening of the cave was suddenly surrounded by a surging yellow-green mist out of thin air.

　　 The wizard running in the forefront had no time to escape, and a few thin bodies suddenly softened, fell directly to the ground and died.

The remaining two larger dark wizards also lost their lives a few seconds later. One of them originally tried to run forward, while the other tried to hold his breath and started to move back, but obviously this didn’t help, because they almost At the same time fell to the ground.

"Don't move forward! Someone put a death cloud spell at the door!" shouted a wizard dressed as a Death Eater, whose status was obviously higher than the others. He recognized the spell and quickly pulled the people around him. .

　　 And more and more yellow-green clouds gradually gathered at the door~www.NovelMTL.com~ replaced the original stone gate, blocking all the passages through which the grotto looked outside.

　　 Everyone stopped and collectively stepped back a few steps, but the wand in their hands was still facing the door.

　　 "We were attacked as soon as the master left. This is a trap, hurry! Don't be stunned and notify them to come back!" The clever dark wizards realized that there was something wrong for the first time and quickly tried to report to the Dark Lord.

And the clever wizard who just yelled just used his magic wand to hit the Death Eater mark on his arm when he yelled it just now, but the loose magic power seemed to sink to the sea, without arousing a response, he put his arm I felt painful, and I didn't feel the familiar scorching feeling: "I can't contact the master, someone has arranged a shielding barrier!"

After he roared, the scene became strangely quiet for a while. At the entrance of the grotto where the light was blocked by clouds and mist, in this almost stagnant passage, they suddenly heard a sound that sounded muffled, heavy and hurried. The sound of breathing.

　　 Many Death Eaters stopped their movements in this atmosphere, just as they expected, and then a red light dazzled the eyes in the yellow-green mist, illuminating the dark space.

A figure exuding an icy breath of death appeared in front of them. The wizard in ancient robes was wearing an Auror-style beak mask that was used by medieval doctors to isolate the air. The dazzling light was right. It was the red magic power that emerged from the tip of the wand he held in his hand at this time.