HP leap time

"Who!" The chunky man raised his wand and aimed it in the direction of the swing, and they gathered subconsciously. "Who's there?"

The voice fell into the darkness, and there was no echo for a long time.They gasped for each other one after another, the bearded man raised his hand and looked slightly cold, he wanted to try casting a spell...

"So you are fugitives!"

It came from the swing with a green voice unique to young people, and the tone was as steady as asking about the weather.As if to prove that they did not have auditory hallucinations, the swing creaked up and down, and the iron chains tied to the railing made harsh friction sounds.

The wind blew past, but there was still no one there.

Damn arrogant, did he think the fugitives selling black weapons were a group of uncles selling ice cream?

A little devil who may not have graduated from Hogwarts... The short, fat man gestured to the bearded man with his eyes.

"Are you following us?" The middle-aged man asked, looking in that direction with flickering eyes. That man has been there from the beginning. What is frightening is that when they cast protective spells around them, they even included him came in, but no one noticed.

"Velocity!" The bearded man called Luke waved his strong arms and threw a spell in that direction.

The aggressive manifesting spell hit the iron chain of the swing with a bang, and the swing swayed and hit the iron pillars on both sides with a sharp grinding sound.

Like the gulp of a strangled rooster on its deathbed.The middle-aged man cast a gloomy glance at the strong bearded man, his eyes were full of revenge.

"Idiot, this is not the right time to hurt people!" The short and fat man punched him in the chest.

The bearded man sneered disapprovingly.

"Why don't you go and see who is playing tricks there?"

Ponte approached the swing carefully, still holding his wand persistently.

"Look at how cowardly you are!" The bearded man raised his head and paced around like crazy, laughing and sarcasm at the same time. "I promise that spell will beat the crap out of him."

"There's nothing here..." Ponte turned his head abruptly, withdrew his probing wand and turned to look at his own people in horror. "Miss hit..."

Everyone felt chills. Just now Luke shot very quickly and the distance was very close. It is impossible for an untrained person to dodge.

"Uh..." At this time, the atmosphere became extremely tense, even the sound of breathing was choked in, and the sky was dark and dense, making it even more depressing and dry.

"Leave here..." The middle-aged man made a decision.

"Ah..." Before it was too late, Luke's wand flew out with a snap and disappeared into the air. Before his panicked body could counterattack, a cold thing pierced his lower forehead.

"No... don't do it..." He stood there not daring to move, and could vaguely feel the tip of the wand burning unbearably, which was the effect produced when the magic power gathered at one point.

"Ask your friend to put the wand on the ground." A cold voice sounded beside him without any warmth.

He looked at the other three people for help, and they all held their wands firmly in their direction.

"Put it on the ground!" he roared, with despair in his voice, but he knew that they would not.

"Time to leave, boss," Ponte hissed into the chunky man's ear. "It's not safe here anymore."

"No...no..." Luke began to feel angry. "You losers! There are three of you!"

Before he finished speaking, his body froze, and he fell limply to the ground like an earthworm, and passed out.

too fast!

Decisive and ruthless!

This is definitely not an ability that a child should have, maybe they really hit a nail this time.

The curse hit them purposefully, and because they couldn't see anyone, they couldn't easily dodge it.

After a round of embarrassing confrontation, Luke fainted, Ponter's wand was disarmed, and the odds of winning gradually faded over time.

"Let's go!" The short fat man grabbed the middle-aged man and was about to Apparate, but Ponte's hand came in hard, pushing the middle-aged man staggered and fell to the ground.

A disarming spell from the shadows knocked the chunky man's raised wand away with a thud.

"Damn..." Seeing that Ponte apparated with the middle-aged man's wand, he couldn't help cursing inwardly. "This little man..."

"Pa..." There was another muffled sound.

The air seemed to be quiet. The middle-aged man was panting heavily and the short and fat man looked at each other. Both of them could see confusion and anxiety in each other's eyes.

The mysterious man went after Ponter and left them here.

It was as if it had been randomly discarded.

"He may be the pursuer..." The middle-aged man tried to get up. "The elite of the Aurors..."

"No..." The chunky man shook his head. "Aurors never do that..."

"It's like maintaining your own domain..." The middle-aged man continued to ramble on his guesses. "Lions never let dangerous animals near their dens."

"Put away your worship theory." The short and fat man looked at each other, his eyes were full of uneasiness and exhaustion. "He's definitely not an Auror or what you call a lion. I think we're just outcasts."

Facing the momentary confusion of the other party, he continued, "He went after Ponte, obviously he found his target."

"An enemy of Ponte?"

"It would have been nice if it had been... but he attacked Luke, and only disarmed Ponter's wand."

"He left us here because we were no longer a threat of losing our wands. Instead of killing us, he probably just thought we were useless."

"I'm familiar with Luke's wand. His wand is always prone to leaking magic power. For this reason, I often laugh at him. And the mysterious man uses Luke's wand all the time."

"Does he want to be an unsung hero?" The middle-aged man wondered.

"No... Obviously he didn't have that idea." The short and fat man finally helped the middle-aged man up. He looked at him with burning eyes, and a terrifying thought popped into his head. "There's no reason not to use his own wand, unless he doesn't have one... of course that's impossible..."

"Take Luke and get out of here..." The middle-aged man gave a complicated glance at the fainted man on the ground. "If it's what you said, we may have stepped into a temporary trap... yes, a temporary trap, boss. Then everything is easy to explain, why the Aurors didn't hunt us down, and why the magic monitoring array here has magic power Backflow, why did he quietly observe us instead of attacking or sending out signals after meeting us... He has a hundred ways to attract the Aurors, but he didn't do anything..." The middle-aged man coughed violently , he breathed slowly, and continued hoarsely for a while. "He obviously doesn't have that sense of justice or those so-called wizard beliefs... so he probably didn't think about sending us to the Aurors. He seemed to be probing something hastily... as if it was improvised It was a last resort decision, considering who had the most value, and finally chose Ponte."

"It's like stepping into a tiger's lair from Longtan... Fortunately, this beast is not interested in our lives." The short and fat man took up the conversation. "Don't think about it anymore, get out of here quickly, while he is still interested in Ponte."

"Yeah, it's impossible to guess, maybe it's just a psychopath with powerful magic..."

Although it is true that there are many doubts and it is impossible for people to explain clearly, it is still important to escape right now.

The middle-aged man picked up Luke on the ground, and the chunky man also went to retrieve his wand. They looked at this seemingly peaceful small square guiltily and then sneaked into the night.

The sky was dark, but near the edge of the residential area, there was a light yellow color from the street lamps.Just like a plastic bag full of rich ink, the darkness may pour out from a certain gap at any time...

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