Chapter 991 Snowfall

The snow girl was dumbfounded and a little panicked.

However, as a snow girl, she calmed down quickly and looked at the little witch with cold eyes who had blocked her attack but was trembling with fear.

As an artificial ghost that has existed for hundreds of years, her hatred for mysterious people is unimaginable by others.

If it hadn't been for those priests, I wouldn't have been deceived by a letter into the snowy mountains. If I hadn't died in the snow, then I should have lived a peaceful life.

It's a pity that due to the despicable methods of the priests, as the daughter of the left minister, she was assassinated and died. Even if this was the intention of someone in the palace, this approach was still disgusting.

After being confused for a long time, when she regained consciousness, she had become a snow girl who could no longer touch warm things. Even her favorite little animals could only touch their corpses.

The more the Snow Girl thought about it, the angrier she became, and the angrier she became, the stronger her murderous intention towards the little wizards became.

As soon as the little wizards fell into the joy of discovering the snow girl's weakness, they were hit by heavy snow that covered their heads and faces.

Snowflakes are actually very light objects, and will even melt when they come into contact with the temperature of the palm of your hand. However, when these almost weightless snowflakes gather into small groups, even steel cannot bear their weight.

Countless snowflakes fell from the sky endlessly, like an avalanche, and the little wizards were buried in the snow before their eyes.

The rapidly opening Bubble Head Spell was crumbling under the constant impact of snow clumps. Even if it used the transformation technique to push out a small space, it would soon be submerged by more snow clumps.

In just half an hour, the little wizards were covered in snow and no trace could be found.

After using such a wide range of snowfall skills, even this snow girl who had survived for thousands of years was a little overwhelmed. After casting her ultimate move, she knelt down. The whole ghost lay on the snow in a very inelegant posture, slowly recovering her body. Physical strength and magical power.

In the wizarding world, potions that restore magic power are not unheard of, but they are either extremely ineffective or extremely expensive.

If there is such a good thing, the priests will definitely keep it for themselves and use it instead of giving it to the shikigami who they regard as a tool.

The snow girl was panting in the snow, but what came out was all ice slag. She stared blankly at the ice slowly forming under her body. She didn't know what she was thinking, her eyelashes were shaking, and she looked aimlessly. A world annihilated by his own ice and snow abilities.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt that I had recovered a little. The snow girl slowly climbed up from the snow, and left slowly with bare feet, regardless of the little wizards she had eliminated.

And the little wizards who were drowned by her blizzard were in misery. It was not a wonderful thing to resist the power of God. Even if Principal Dumbledore wanted to do it, it was very difficult. The little wizards could only rely on transformation. Through constant destruction and reconstruction, I managed to create a space that could barely accommodate four people.

After struggling for a long time, the little wizards finally felt that the shelter they had created had stabilized. While breathing a sigh of relief, they expanded the place a little.

"This is really a natural disaster." Robert couldn't help but sigh, "Are all your shikigami so powerful? No wonder Fu... the mysterious man stays here and won't leave. If he can obtain this ability, he will When Principal Dumbledore is in a coma, he is simply unmatched in the corrupt country."

"It's not that simple." Yuko shook his head, "The seemingly powerful shikigami actually have various limitations. Snow girls like this have been trained for at least hundreds of years, or even close to a thousand years, and they must have Only strong resentment can be so powerful."

Robert couldn't help complaining, "One is a lot of trouble. I don't believe there is only such a snow girl in the entire Neon Kingdom. If we meet other powerful shikigami, wouldn't we be in trouble?"

Yuko smiled, "Don't worry, although shikigami are powerful, they are also influenced by myths and legends. For example, their weaknesses will become very prominent. Shikigami like Yuki Onna are absolutely afraid of heat. They are weak. Some will disappear with just a hug, while stronger ones require the use of fire spells, just like Hermione did before."

With that said, everyone looked at Hermione.

The little girl was still a little confused now. Seeing everyone talking about her, she said a little embarrassedly, "I, I just accidentally used my best magic. Well, maybe I was just lucky."

"This is not luck." Yuko held her little hand and said seriously, "Other people's flames would not be able to burn so many ice cones in an instant, so this is Hermione's own power. Woolen cloth."

Hermione was a little confused by what she said, and nodded in agreement.

"How are we going to get out..." Robert looked up at the top of his head, feeling a little confused. He couldn't turn the snow on it into something else bit by bit and escape before the transformation spell expired, right?

It sounds completely unreliable.

"Why don't we just burn the whole thing with a fire!" Murakami Takashi suggested, "As long as the temperature of the flame is enough, we are not afraid of the melted snow water pouring in."

Robert looked at him with a strange expression, "Well, it is true. As long as the flame temperature is enough, we are not afraid of backflow, but have you ever thought about a problem..."

Murakami looked at him doubtfully, "What's the problem?"

Robert spread his hands helplessly, "Can our small bodies withstand such high temperatures?"

To be honest, Murakami was a little dumbfounded when he heard this question. He watched Robert scratch his head, and then scratched his head.

"This..." Murakami held back a question for a while, "Do you have a magic spell that prevents you from being heated to death?"

"The air-conditioning spell?" Robert thought of a spell that became popular secretly during the summer vacation. It is said to be a spell created by some wizards hidden in Muggle society. Its effect is very obvious, that is, it prevents wizards from getting sick in the summer. At high temperatures, it is heated into dried fish.

However, no one has tested how high the temperature this magic spell can withstand!

Is it really reliable to use it now?

Anyway, Robert had no expectations for this kind of curse, and could only know its true effect through constant experiments.

Murakami had obviously never heard of this kind of curse. He asked hesitantly, "This kind of curse...does it work?"

Robert told him directly, "This is a new spell, and no one knows its specific effects. After all, many wizards believe that it violates the Statute of Secrecy and disdain to use it. They even proposed to arrest the person who invented this spell." Get up and be thrown into the Ministry of Magic Underground Prison."