Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Looking at the smiling and wrinkled old man in front of her, the colorful walls of the house behind her, and the aroma of chocolate that kept coming into his nose, Eric suppressed the twitching at the corner of his mouth and stuffed the plate back into the old man's mouth. in hand.

If Eric didn't understand her identity, he would have read so many books in vain when he was a child.

"Don't you witches use some different tricks when seducing children?"

Eric sighed speechlessly, thinking of the scene in his dream where the child was snatched away by Muriel with a lollipop, he couldn't help but curled his lips: "Paint the food with enchantment." Medicine to attract children who have no resistance to delicious food. Have the witches only learned such inferior tricks for so long?"

The aroma of chocolate itself is actually very sweet, but after adding Ecstasy, the sweet aroma will be accompanied by a faint grassy smell. This is the smell inherent in the raw materials of the magic potion, and it cannot be eliminated after the finished product. Lose.Ordinary people may not be able to smell it, but in front of Eric, who has a first-level magic potion skill and a natural ability to distinguish smells, he can instantly see through the abnormality of this chocolate.

The smile on the old man's face immediately froze when the young man in front of her revealed his identity. After being stunned for two seconds, she suddenly wiped her face, revealing her original face full of wrinkles and red pimples. She let her hair down, He bared his teeth at Eric, revealing his black and sharp teeth, and sneered in a hoarse voice: "What a bold kid, now that you know I am a witch, you are still so unafraid of death, it seems I will treat you well." A lesson learned.”

The witch took out the wand in her pocket and pointed it at the boy in front of her, but before the crystal she tied to the wand lit up.A one-handed sword appeared in Eric's hand, and with a flip of his wrist, he flew the wand out of her hand.

"How is it possible? I didn't see your sword just now."

The witch screamed in surprise. Looking at the sword light that struck again, she fell to the ground and rolled backwards in embarrassment. She narrowly escaped the sharp sword blade that sliced ​​over her head and opened her head.Looking at Eric rushing over again, the witch raised the crutch in her hand, and a ball of light emitted from the top of the round crutch, rushing towards Eric's chest, and then a red chain sprang out, The air shook and flew towards him.

He made a mistake with his foot and looked at the ball of light rushing towards him. Eric quickly adjusted his body to respond, leaning at an incredible angle to avoid the red ball of light. He raised the long sword in his hand, thinking To swing away the red chain that rushed over immediately.

But the moment the chain touched the long sword, it was not knocked away as if it were an entity. Instead, after touching the long sword, it quickly spun around the sword and wrapped around it several times.

Seeing that her spell had an effect, the witch held the crutch with both hands, laughed strangely, and pulled hard.

The red chain straightened instantly and shook several times under the pull of the witch. However, no matter how hard she tried, the long sword tied by the red chain was still tightly held in Eric's hand.

"Didn't you eat?"

Eric squinted his eyes slightly, holding the long sword upright with a calm expression. He snorted coldly and rotated the sword. He stirred the chain several times and pulled hard. The Flying Curse was secretly activated and tightened. The reaction force of the chain, the witch who was still in a stalemate tug-of-war position with him, instantly felt a strong force coming from the opposite side, and her body flew towards Eric involuntarily.

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Different from the brightly colored decoration outside, the inside of the candy house is full of gloomy and dilapidated scenes. Whether it is the crooked furniture full of cracks or the corners of the walls covered with spider webs, they all reveal a dirty scene. , coupled with the randomly discarded bones and limbs of unknown creatures on the witch's kitchen stove, as well as the dried and black blood marks on the chopping board, the whole room looks like a horror game The scenes in which ghosts and monsters live there are just like that.

In the southwest corner of the house, there was a crooked little prison, and two children, a boy and a girl, were huddled in the corner of the prison.

The girl looked older. She was hugging her brother, covering his ears, and patting his back to comfort him.The boy's condition also looked very bad, his lips were white, his body occasionally twitched, and he made retching sounds on the ground next to him from time to time.

Just when the two siblings were hugging each other with sad faces on their faces, the younger brother suddenly stopped retching, pulled his sister's sleeve, and whispered with an uncertain expression: "Gretel, I just seemed to hear the witch's scream. There were sounds, and there were sounds of beatings, did someone come to rescue us?"

The sister looked at her brother with a look of hope with sad eyes, and couldn't bear to interrupt his thoughts, so she could only say in a vague tone: "Yes, Hansel, mom and dad are here to save us."

Hansel shook his head, broke away from his sister's arms, and leaned against the wooden bars of the prison. He kept listening in the direction of the door, and at the same time tilted his head and shouted to Gretel: "No, Gretel." Lett, listen, there are only two people's footsteps outside the door. If one of them is the witch who just left, then the other one is the one who came to subdue her. And listen, the sound of fighting has stopped. Maybe that person subdued her. A witch."

As he spoke, his expression became more excited, and he kept waving his right hand to his sister beside him, calling her: "Let's shout for help together. Maybe he can hear our voices and rescue us."

After saying that, he stood on the crooked wooden fence, with his face halfway out from between the two logs, and kept shouting for help at the gate only five or six meters away from them.

Her sister Gretel was originally indifferent to her brother's words. She knew the terror of the witches, but her heart became numb when she saw her brother who had suffered so much horror.

The witch has fed her brother too many mysterious candies in the past two days. She said that as long as he waits until tomorrow, the sugar in his body will change all the organs in his body, and then the witch will pull him out and throw him into the huge Make a magic potion in the furnace.

If her brother is killed, she will be next.

It's all death anyway, so it's better to resist.

Looking at the dark-looking door from the inside and the huge stove that had been lit with flames by the witch not far away, Gretel was silent for three seconds, her eyes becoming more and more determined, and she followed her brother to lie down at the cell door, together. Shouting to the outside: "Help, someone come to save us, no matter who it is, please come to save us..."

The voices of the two children rang out one after another, getting louder and louder. Even the witch's muting magic could not hide their voices.

And outside the gate just a few meters away from them, the witch who looked manic just now was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to Eric continuously on all fours. In just a few minutes, she was beaten by Eric until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen. , most of the black teeth in his mouth were knocked out, and he could not speak at this moment: "Forgive me, sir, I didn't mean to rush you. I built this house just to coax a few children to inherit my witchcraft. I definitely didn't mean to It means harming others."

Looking at Eric holding the long sword, the witch kept kneeling and retreating, shaking her head desperately: "Sir, what I said is true. Today is the blood moon, and all the evil witches are attending the event not far away. A powerful witch organization held a grand meeting to discuss how to go to the town to massacre. You see, I didn’t go to attend. I am really a good witch..."

As she spoke, the witch shrank her neck and retreated towards the candy house.

But at this moment, a vague cry for help floated out from the crack in the door of the small room behind her and flew to the ears of the two people outside the door.