Chapter 939 Onions

After understanding the situation, Murakami also shouted to change back into his sportswear, but Robert ignored him and looked up.

At this time, the balloon had floated to a very high place.

Barely a black dot is visible from below.

The good news is that since it can fly so high, it means it has not been attacked from the hillside.

"We can go up." Robert snapped his fingers. "The Balloon King has not been attacked at all, which greatly reduces the probability of flying creatures on it."

The little wizards took out their broomsticks and sat on them.

Originally, based on Hermione's character, she would not run around with a broom. No matter how much space there was in her bag, she would prefer to put some books.

But after hearing about their colorful adventures from the twins, she started carrying a broom in her backpack.

And I also find time to practice my flying skills.

Girls who like knowledge are not stupid. Hermione deeply knows how dangerous the wizarding world can be. Sometimes, the thing that can save your life may be such a small broom.

Since it was something that could save lives, Hermione would naturally not be stingy and give up a little space in her backpack for the broom, which was a matter of course.

The broomstick flew up close to the ground, and the red earth flew quickly under its feet.

The core of the broom lies in the metal chip. The technology of this thing is currently only in the hands of a few people. Although metal is resistant to high temperatures, too high a temperature will also affect its work. The little wizards were deeply aware of this matter not long after flying out. I can only helplessly raise the height to prevent the broom from overloading.

The shape of the hillside is a semicircle, with straight columns rising up to the sky, and the top is a platform covered with circles.

The little wizards tried the temperature of the platform and it didn't feel that high, but then another problem came.

"Why are my eyes full of tears..." Robert cried and wailed in despair, "I don't love this land deeply!"

Murakami's eyes were swollen and he shouted, "This is exciting! This touch! I must have remembered correctly! This is an onion! Damn it! This crap is an onion!"

As a last resort, the little wizards could only continue to fly upward until they were far away from that terrible smell... No, there was no smell at all, the onions were just a pit!

Hermione and Yuko took out their handkerchiefs and were wiping away the tears that they couldn't stop.

Murakami Takashi and Robert were very depressed. If there were cigarettes at this time, these two guys might have started to smoke. But unfortunately, minors are not allowed to smoke, even if they are adults in the wizarding world, but for Muggles, Since they are not old enough, they cannot buy cigarettes.

Unless I go to another wizard's coven.

"It's terrible." Robert was still frightened. "Life is full of surprises. You thought it was a mountain, but it turned out that the other person was an onion. How can you explain this?"

As he spoke, he looked at his feet curiously, "But then again, how much onion soup can such a big onion make?"

As he spoke, he licked his lips, a little greedy.

The taste of onion soup may not be the best, but it is definitely unforgettable, especially when the weather is cold and your hands and feet are cold, a bowl of onion soup will warm your whole body.

"Why are there onions here?" Hermione was also curious, "Is this island an onion island?"

"Speaking of Onion Island... Onions are abundant in many places near Tokushima." Murakami touched his chin, "They also have a special onion museum that sells various onion-related products..."

Robert waved his hand, "What I care about is not that, but how we get out of here."

"You said that as long as we find the item that creates the spirit world, we can leave, but now." He pointed to his feet again, "Do you want us to recycle such a big guy?!"

Murakami scratched his head, "Is this it? It should be, right?"

Robert spread his hands helplessly, "But this thing is too big, we really can't move it."

Murakami Takashi sighed, "Although what you said makes sense, I don't think we can get out if we don't move... Well, maybe this object became so big with this in mind. Yes, as long as no one can take it away, no one can leave here?"

"It would be nice if we had a portable space," Robert muttered.

Murakami heard what he said and patted his backpack, "Man, this is a portable space, although it is a bit small."

The entrance and content are very small.

Robert shook his head. At this moment, it seems that the portable space grandfather has not yet become popular all over the world. Therefore, Murakami doesn't know what Robert means, but Robert knows what he is thinking about.

Isn’t it a must-have prop and portable space for farming? !

It only needs an accessory or tattoo as an entrance to be able to stuff hundreds of times the size of the entrance into a square inch. This is a very magical thing.

And wizards are also very magical.

Since everyone relies on magic, is there a place for them to mingle?

For a time, Robert was in trouble. When it comes to space, both science and magic are so difficult. There is no direction. It is basically impossible to just start research from scratch.

The little wizards were at a loss, but the little witches started whispering time.

"Hermione, where is the porcelain painting you got before? How is it now?" Yuko asked curiously, "How about taking it out and taking a look?"

Hermione slapped her forehead, "Oh my god, I forgot about it. This is something we risked our lives to get!"

As she said that, she took off her backpack and started rummaging through it. Soon, a white porcelain plate appeared in front of the two of them.

"This is it." Hermione looked at the porcelain plate painting, turned it in one direction, and then showed it to Yuko for appreciation.

Yuko tilted her head, not picking it up, but looking at the painting with her eyes.

It was probably because those trees had been put into the spiritual world before. At this time, the porcelain painting was unusually clean, and only a winding path and looming street lights could be seen.

The lumberjacks, the fallen trees, and the surrounding miscellaneous trees all disappeared, leaving only a patch of soil outlined in pencil gray.

"This painting," Yuko couldn't help but say, "it looks a bit desolate."

Hermione nodded and said in agreement, "Yes, yes, without those trees, the whole painting looks extremely desolate. It would be great if there were trees, rivers, and mountains. It would definitely be very beautiful."

Just as she finished speaking, Hermione felt her hands loosen up, and in the shocked eyes of the little witches, the porcelain plate painting slowly floated up.