[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Sarah tugged at her broken clothes and didn't answer.

She held the wand tremblingly and recited reparo (to restore to the original) again and again-but it was obviously useless, and finally she gave up, holding on to the damaged part of the clothes, tears fell down in big drops.

"The damage to items caused by black magic cannot be repaired by simple recovery spells," Draco said, without drawing a long tone as usual, his face was very bad, his brows were slightly frowned, and he walked slowly from the front of the line. Walking over, the Slytherin students followed Draco's movements to create a passage for him to pass through. He came to Sarah and said in a tone almost impatient: "Don't cry here, shame on you."

Little Lolita didn't dare to cry all of a sudden, and then she was so suppressed that she hiccupped.

"Do you want to know what that woman said in the duel room just now?" Draco turned to Sevier with a smirk.

"If you don't know, you can guess it." Sewell's eyes swept across the Russian woman coldly. The expressions of everyone in front of him could already make him deduce what happened. It throbbed in his chest looking for an exit.

"I can tell you." The woman who tore Sarah's clothes with a spell had a charming smile on her face. She wrapped her fingers around her hair, winked at Seville, and said in broken English: " I just said she was a female cousin."

"Snapped--!"

No one saw how Sewell acted, only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the boy with pale blond hair stood in front of the Russian woman. The clear red palm print on the woman's pale cheek and Sewell's outstretched right hand told everyone What just happened.

"Don't think that because you are a woman, no one will teach you." Sewell said sarcastically: "And don't tell me about a duel or something—I don't follow the nobles."

"Hey hey——" Draco objected, "What do you mean if you don't follow the aristocrat's tricks, aren't you a nobleman?"

"..." Sewell glared at him: "Go to the other side! Didn't you see that I was teaching someone a lesson? Save me some face."

"I saw—" Draco said slowly, the wand in his hand flipping rapidly and finally pointing steadily in one direction: "I also saw that someone was going to sneak up—hey, man, want to gang up on my brother? We There are still people here."

Before Draco finished speaking, everyone in Slytherin had drawn out their wands and pointed them around, ready to go.

There is no doubt that they can cast their most skilled offensive spells in a split second whenever the need arises.

"Don't panic, don't panic, take back your wands,"

Sewell took off his wizard robe with a "swish--" and threw it at Little Sarah's head. He twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a smirk exactly like Draco's: " There are only eight people, why do you need to do it?"

The corridor outside the duel room is very wide, and there are a lot of people passing by. When this farce happened, some people chose to avoid it, some people watched the show from the sidelines, and some people chose to come forward.

Eight people, except for a Russian woman who was close at hand, three were between fifteen and twenty feet away, two were twenty feet away, one was within fifteen feet, and one was about five feet away.

Sewell opened his hands, and the flagon in his left hand came out out of thin air. With his right hand, he pulled out the red dog-beating stick that had been around his waist. He raised the flagon high, and poured the clear wine into his mouth, and his whole body instantly glowed green: "Wine Zhongxian." He half-closed his eyes and said, this is the explosive skill of the beggar gang, he has never used it before he came to this world.But now he is so angry that he can't think of whether he should restrain his strength.

"British guy—" the Russian woman gritted her teeth and said, "I'll let you know that this is not your place—" Before she finished speaking, someone grabbed her by the shoulder, and in the next moment she was thrown from Sewell's body. The knocked out dragon was knocked into the air, and the person who was about five feet away was also knocked into the air. Sevier had just stepped between the two people, grabbed one with each hand, and pulled the person into the attack range of his palm Within, and then threw out Long Xiao Jiutian——

The damage of the group attack is relatively large, causing nearby hostile targets to be knocked into the air. At the same time, it has a 6% damage reduction of 5 seconds in name but actually 60.00 seconds. Every time a target is hit, the damage reduction will be increased by one second. Sewell hits two The individual, that is, he has seven seconds now.

there are six more

While Sewell jumped up to cast Long Xiao Nine Heavens, he turned around and faced a person seventeen feet away from him. The moment the Long Xiao Nine Heavens movement on his body stopped, Long Yue Yuyuan directly shot the person down, and at the same time moved to the Where the target was, and then he swung the dog-beating stick and hit the person on the head with a slap, which was exactly to turn the dog upside down.

At this time, the students who were disturbed by Sewell's first rapid movement had already aimed their wands at him again. Without any hesitation, he drew an arc in mid-air and left the original place almost instantly. A few streaks of red light fell on the spot, leaving a few deep marks on the marble floor.

There are five more.

Sewell kicked his legs on the ground, and he swung up like a big roc, and then selected the person closest to him in midair, and used the strongest single attack of the Beggar Gang - Dragon Fighting in the Field.

There are four more.

He turned around and aimed at the next target, shot the dog-beating stick, and the whole person rushed over like an arrow from the string, and hit the dog-beating stick heavily on the opponent's head. Although he rolled his eyes, Sewell still habitually compensated. The dragon regretted it, and a huge green dragon appeared and patted the man against the wall.

There are three more people.

Sewell glanced at the positions of the three people, hooked the corners of his mouth, aimed at one of them, and stepped forward. Seeing the dragon hit in the field, the dragon swung its tail with a backhand—the flying dragon is in the sky—don't ask about the potential dragon, and brought people to the sky for a while. Beat up.

The figures of the two were very close to each other in the sky, and they moved very fast until they fell to the ground. No one else dared to make a move, and there were only two left.

The dog-beating stick is swung up, left and right combos, the stick shadows are clustered, and the people are beaten into the air one after another, and finally hit into the air - it is the so-called explosive skill of the beggar gang, Shu dog barking at the sun.

There is one left.

Sewell didn't bother to use his skills any more, the crimson stick drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and landed on the last person's balls.

He lazily watched the opponent cover the egg with both hands, the dog-beating stick shook slightly, knocked out the wand in the opponent's hand, then raised the tip of the stick, and slammed the opponent with a stick, knocking him out, ending the unilateral tyranny.

It took a total of 13s.

The earliest Russian woman collapsed on the ground, raised her hand tremblingly, and pointed her wand at Sewell.

Sevier put the dog-beating stick back to his waist indifferently, pulled the corners of his mouth to show a sinister smile, the woman opened her mouth tremblingly for a long time to spit out spells, but all failed, Sevier didn't look at her more, and came to Sarah's Next to him, he helped her tidy up her clothes.

Sewell's clothes are still a bit too big for the little Lolita, but the little Lolita looks good no matter what she wears.

Aljemi, the chairman of the student union, clapped his hands and sighed: "It's amazing, it's beyond my imagination. Do all British wizards fight like this?"

"Of course not." Draco looked at the people lying on the ground, with a satisfied expression on his face: "My brother is just a very small troll."

——What is a special little monster? ! (╯－＿－)╯╧╧——Shouldn't you boast about your brother's heroism? !

Sewell stared at him defiantly.

Draco amiably turned a blind eye.

"Time is running out, let's go to the next place."

Aljemi took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then he casually pointed to a person wearing a Durmstrang school uniform next to him, and said lightly: "Go to the student union and ask the vice chairman to deal with the people here." His eyes stayed on The two people with blood coming out of their mouths frowned slightly and said, "Go to the duel room to get some medicine first. If you die, you will be in trouble."

"Okay." The designated student bowed to the great chairman. He didn't dare to delay when it was a matter of human life. He quickly ran to the duel room, pushed open the door, and fell out a few seconds later with a pale expression on his face. He shouted in a big change: "The duel room, the duel room is destroyed, and the medicine box is broken."

Aljemi was stunned for a moment, then remembered Sewell who had just stayed there for the last time, and couldn't help but turn to look at him, only to see Seville Malfoy with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, pretending that he didn't hear—

whistled.