This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Even if the grass is soft, the tip is still very sharp.

"Get down quickly!"

Reducing the area of ​​attack is a very wise decision.

Byron raised his wand, controlled the grass that lost its target to move upward, and then swung it down vigorously.

Without Hermione's reminder, Daphne had already raised her wand above her head.

The damage was low, but the number was enough.

The armor barrier on the tip of her wand lost its effect, and the school robe was scratched by the falling grass.

Hermione hurriedly hugged her and raised the wand above their heads.

"Ah--" The grass pierced their exposed school robes and pierced the skin of their shoulders and arms.

"Greengrass, blame yourself!" Byron held the wand tightly with some fatigue, as if he wanted to continue casting the spell.

Perhaps because of excessive consumption, he did not succeed the first time.

When trying the second time, Hermione and Daphne both stood up with help.

Half of their bodies were pierced by many grasses, and the exposed side of their faces was also scratched with several cuts.

"Left and right separation--" Byron finally succeeded.

When he was about to recite the next spell, he raised his head as if he had noticed something.

Their trembling little hands tightly grasped their respective wands.

"Ten thousand bullets--"

"Fall to the ground!" x2

Two beams of orange-red spells shot over.

Byron's head was hit by one, and his chest was hit by another.

He flew backwards, carrying the grass that had just been separated.

When he opened his eyes and regained consciousness, not only was his whole body burning with pain, but he also saw an extremely gloomy face.

...

...

Half an hour ago,

A cave deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Jomgund closed his eyes, and in front of him was Vincent who was reshaping the hood.

Hagrid sat next to him, and various exclamations frequently came out of his mouth.

The liquid mithril turned into a hood again, and finally turned into an eye patch.

Vincent picked up the wand and carved his own magic runes on it.

"Scare off Merlin's long beard!" Hagrid watched him put it back on Jomgand without blinking.

The appearance is exactly the same, but the size is slightly larger.

"Vincent, can't you make one that can automatically adjust the size?"

Jomgand opened his eyes and tilted his big head to express the same doubt.

"That's a bit difficult." Vincent patted his chest, "But I learn very quickly, maybe next year - the year after next I will be able to do it."

Hagrid and Jomgand nodded their heads together.

Although they didn't understand alchemy, they could feel an unquestionable confidence in his tone.

Replacing the original hard metal form with elastic braided fabric, even the International Alchemist Association can't do it.

Vincent is not bragging.

In the vault he inherited from Nico, there is an alchemical robe that is not exquisite, but is made entirely of mithril threads.

It can add other forms at will, and can also depict various magic circuits.

If there is an international alchemist competition, this robe alone can guarantee first place.

Hagrid and Jomgand nodded their heads in confusion throughout the whole process.

"So, I will disassemble and reshape the robe bit by bit, and I should be able to shape a relatively thick woven fabric in two years."

Vincent, who was a little dry in his mouth, took out a bottle of Coke and two cups, one large and one small, from his suitcase.

He cast an ice-making spell, added ice cubes to the two cups and filled them up.

"Hiss--"

"You mean this, this is Fat House Happy--cough cough, this is Coke."

Vincent raised the cup and drank it all in one breath.

"Burp--" He took out a larger bottle of Coke from the suitcase, "Do you want to try it?"

Jomgand nodded his head.

Hagrid raised the large cup filled with dark liquid, which kept bubbling up.

No matter how bad this thing tastes, it should be better than Gamp's aged social wine.

When the tongue touched the liquid, the small bubbles actually exploded.

He widened his beetle-like eyes and swallowed faster.

"Ton ton ton——"

He drank a large cup of cola with ice cubes all in one gulp.

"Burp!"

He gave Vincent a thumbs up, "It's an indescribable wonderful drink!"

Jomgand spit out his tongue and looked eagerly at the large bottle of cola in front of him.

"Squeak——" The bottle cap was unscrewed.

Without thinking, it bit the bottle mouth with its sharp long teeth and drank it with its big head tilted back.

"Shhhh!!!"

Although it can't burp, the whole cave is echoing this praise.

Vincent straightened his messed up hair.

Hermione's family runs a dental clinic, so they should have large-sized dental care tools.

Hmm?

He looked down at his watch, "Strange, she couldn't possibly get lost."

Girls always have endless topics to talk about, but they don't have to talk for nearly an hour.

Hagrid stood up quickly, "Could there be an accident?"

Jomgand raised his big head, saying that as long as it was there, the eight-eyed giant spiders would have to live with eight legs huddled.

"Could it be--" Vincent picked up the suitcase, "Hagrid, they might be targeted!"

"Targeted? Targeted by what?"

"Black Swan."

……

……

After knocking Byron away, Hermione and Daphne fell on the lawn as if exhausted.

After a short rest, Hermione took out a semicircular white cloth bag from the inside of the left school robe that was like a rag.

Fortunately, the material was good enough, otherwise the things inside would be ruined.

Any object that was subjected to the traceless extension spell would collapse into its original shape if it was damaged.

Without protective magic, it would be difficult for wizards to escape from it.

"I don't know the healing spell yet, so I'll bandage it with this first."

Daphne's little hand trembled slightly as she took the roll of bandage she handed over.

Carefully casting the floating spell to pull out the grass, the two of them took a long time to take off their school robes.

The wound was a little small, and the blood did not flow too much.

Fortunately, it only pierced the epidermis and some capillaries. If it was pierced deeper, the coagulated blood scabs would stick to the clothes.

Hermione was fine, after all, she had exercised.

But Daphne was a spoiled young lady, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't even wrap a bandage around her.

"Let me help you." Hermione's movements were very gentle.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

They stood up and walked towards Byron, who was lying on the lawn with his eyes rolled up.

"Don't worry, he must have fainted."

Daphne took back her hand that had reached halfway with peace of mind.

It was just two coma spells, and they wouldn't send him to see old man Merlin.

The more Hermione looked at Byron's big face, the angrier she felt.

He didn't have any gentlemanly manners, and calling him a scumbag was an insult to the scumbags.

With a "snap", Daphne's eyes twitched a little.

With another "snap", her eyelids jumped wildly unconsciously.

The solid leather shoes were so powerful that Byron was stomped into a pig's head in a dozen or so stomps.

However, Hermione didn't seem to want to let him go.

She lifted her little foot down, tilted it back a little for a moment, and then kicked it hard.

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