[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

The loud roar startled Draco and Gellert.

The distance between the few people was actually very far, and they were only the size of soybeans with eyes, but the sound just now seemed like a thunder that exploded in the ears.

Draco began to get anxious, but his face became more and more calm. He held the wand in his right hand, turned to face Gellert, and asked word by word——

"What do you want to do?"

Sewell didn't know how earth-shattering his roar was, and even the dragon was stunned in place.

But he heard a "click——"—

Not broken bones, not shattered joints...

It was as if something had been unlocked from his body...

A warm breath starts from the dantian and flows to the six veins of the limbs...

Sewell didn't know what happened, but at this moment, the dragon, who had just been stunned by Sewell's roar, came back to his senses, raised his front body, and suddenly patted Sewell who had just finished reading and laughed drunkenly.

The speed of the dragon was too fast, and Sewell didn't have time to react. Subconsciously, he jumped up, jumped high, and landed on the dragon's head.

The dragon flew into a rage, and began to frantically shake his head, pawing at his head with his wings and claws, trying to knock that annoying guy down.

Sewell deftly avoided the attack on his head, but was stunned for a moment...

He didn't use his skills when he jumped up just now, so it stands to reason that he couldn't jump that high...

But he didn't want to think about it too much. There was a crazy dragon who wanted his life here, and not far away, a generation of Dark Lords were still threatening his brother...

With a clear whistle from his throat, he jumped off the dragon head and landed on the sand beside him.

another island

"You don't seem to be in a hurry, do you?" Gellert said thoughtfully, "Is it because of the spell that your brother knows, which can restore wounds?"

This time Draco's face really changed, his blue-gray eyes fixed on Gellert: "How do you know?"

Gellert shrugged and asked, "Did he say... he wouldn't die?"

Draco's face turned green and white several times, and he said in a too high voice, "What do you want to say?"

"I just want to remind you... Has he ever told you that the spell can be used consecutively?" Gellert touched his chin with his left hand without the wand, and smiled: "After all, it is such a magical spell... How much mana will it consume?"

Sewell's wacky abilities don't consume mana.

Draco can be sure at this time that Gellert only has a rough guess about Sewell's ability and doesn't know much about it.But this didn't make him feel relieved. He suddenly remembered what Sewell said when he took him to fly: "There is a limit to how long you can fly. If you run out of strength, you will fall."

There are restrictions on flying... Does that weird 'laughing drunk man' have no restrictions?

Draco forced himself to calm down, and asked Gellert again, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

Gellert certainly wasn't just throwing a tantrum at them—

Likewise, Draco didn't think it was because he didn't want to accept 'forget it all'...

"What's your purpose?"

This time, Gellert Grindelwald did not avoid the topic again, he put away the smile on his face, and said, "Promise me three things - peace of mind, it's a small thing for you."

"Okay." Draco agreed without hesitation without even asking anything. He turned around and turned his back on Gellert, as if the wand that was still pointing at him didn't exist. Run outside, and Apparate as soon as you leave the area where Apparation is prohibited.

Sewell confronts the dragon.

His physical skills improved to a higher level in an instant, and he was able to dodge the opponent's attack extremely flexibly every time, even go around behind the dragon and push forward along the opponent's attack, making the dragon unbalanced.

He was very surprised at first...Before this, although Sewell's physical fitness was good, the strength between his hands and feet was still in the category of normal people.

If he wants to jump extremely high, far, and with great strength, then he must use skills.

In other words, his ability can only be released when he uses the skills of the beggar gang...

But now, even without using skills, his strength can become very strong... His dantian is warm, and the heat flows to his limbs along with his mind...

He suddenly realized that this warm current was the legendary internal force!

Jiansan is a world of martial arts, and the skills of the beggar gang are all martial arts...and martial arts rely on internal strength!

Sewell understood that what he had learned was the internal skill of the beggar gang - Xiaochen Jue.

But even so, Sewell couldn't do much damage to the dragon... The opponent was like a boss with extremely high external defense and a lot of blood. Seville's Kanglong Youhui probably took more than ten hours to shoot to kill.

Just when he was so worried, he heard two sounds of "Papa——" Draco appeared next to him, grabbed his arm, and shouted: "Go——!"

Sewell hurriedly used the follower to develop, and followed Della's science fiction to Apparate.

The place Draco chose for the apparition was not far away. They made two soft "papa—" and landed on the highest point of the island, where the mad dragon could still be seen.

Sewell breathed a sigh of relief...Looking down at his wounds, he grinned and said, "It hurts me to death."

Draco rolled his eyes, with a look of I don't care about you, took out his wand to help him heal the wound.

Sewell smirked, and was about to say something when Qingyue's singing suddenly came from not far away...

The two looked at each other, Draco paused the chanting, Sewell looked down - he saw the Russian girl, Mira, standing on the hill and singing.

"This song sounds a bit like a spell..." Draco frowned and said, "It might anger that crazy dragon."

Hearing these words, Sewell's heart hung up, and seeing the dragon circling in confusion on the beach, he relaxed a little: "Maybe it's a soothing song—"

Before the words were finished, the dragon suddenly spread its wings and took off, rushing to where Mira was - Sewell was shocked, but the dragon flew too fast, even closer than him, and it was too late to go down to save people.

Mira stopped singing, she was very witty, and while running to the narrow place, she shouted hoarsely: "Arman—!"

I have to say that the power of love is really great. The dragon was called that a few times... His rationality slowly recovered, he stopped chasing Mira desperately, and his movements slowed down a little bit, and finally recovered The handsome man who split the sky fell to the ground.

Sewell also heaved a sigh of relief. He wanted to go down to have a look, but his body was still hurting, so he turned his head and looked at Draco with expectant eyes.

"Troublemaker..." Draco cursed softly, then Apparated by grabbing him and landed on Mira's side.

Mira was sitting on the ground, panting and talking to herself, speaking so fast that Sewell couldn't understand at all.

At this time, Mira had already seen the two of them, probably because she had seen too many strange things, she could no longer care about being surprised by the sudden appearance of the two people, and opened her mouth to say something.

Sewell poked Draco and signaled him to translate, but Draco ignored him and communicated with Mira himself in Russian, the two talked back and forth for a while, Draco reached out and pulled Mira up from the ground .

"That song does have the function of summoning a dragon. Mira sang that song because she wanted to save you."

Sewell rolled his eyes, Mira Mira, just call her by the girl's name when I first met her?

After Mira stood up, she walked cautiously in the direction of the dragon, and called Arman's name again. After a while, the man lying on the ground moved and replied weakly: "Mira..."

Mila breathed a sigh of relief, rushed over and hugged the man, and exclaimed in surprise, "Arman!"

Sewell thought he could smell the sour smell of love again.

He suddenly remembered the scene he saw before, frowned, turned to Draco and asked, "What happened to Gellert?"

Draco didn't answer, pulled him to Apparate again, and returned to the place where several people lived.

Gellert was standing there, watching them with a smile.

"Okay——" Draco put on a mocking smile on his face: "You can start talking about your three things."

What Gellert said was beyond the two's expectations, and people couldn't help...rolling their eyes.

The first thing, when he was in Russia, he tried his best to win honors and medals for Durmstrang. He said that Durmstrang gave him a lot, but he made Durmstrang a notorious magic academy, depression for decades.

The second thing is that after returning to England, you are not allowed to be an enemy of Albus Dumbledore.

The third thing is that not all black magic is heinous. The reason why black magic is black magic is because the price he pays is not comparable to that of white magic, and it will have a certain impact on the caster... Geller I really hope that the two of them can try their best to wash away the impression of black magic in the hearts of the public.

Regarding this, Draco snorted coldly, and said angrily: "The black magic is misunderstood, largely because of you and the mysterious man."

"So I'll leave it to you," Gellert said with a smile, "I'm your teacher. Isn't it the disciple's duty to help the teacher solve the remaining problems?"

Draco didn't answer, and glanced at the hourglass that was about to run out: "We're leaving."

Sewell hung a bag on his body and walked to him. Space magic was used in the bag, and there were a lot of things in it. Johnny originally said that he would pick it up, but found that he couldn't carry it helplessly.

"(Forget Nothing)—"

Draco erased Gellert's memories of this time, and then took the life-death water (sleeping pills) that he had prepared before, and poured it into Gellert's mouth.

This was also discussed in advance. After all, Gellert, who has lost his memory, will do something to the few people who suddenly appeared. No one can guarantee.

Sewell held Johnny with one hand and Draco with the other, watching the last bit of powder from the timer fall, and couldn't help laughing: "Go home."