Chapter 191 Just playing around?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
By the Black Lake.
Both Pansy and Daphne were waiting patiently.
In the surrounding rocks and bushes, in fact, more than [-] people have already squatted.
All of them had been beaten down the stairs before.
This time, they have to prove themselves.
In such an empty place, no matter how badly Vincent is, it is impossible for him to be like before.
Compared with Pansy, who had the chance to win, Daphne's face clearly showed worry.
She couldn't figure out why she was calm and calm just now, and she couldn't understand why those blue eyes were full of confidence.
Until Vincent's arrival, she seemed to have a slightly vague answer.
He took off his school robe and handed it to Hermione who was following behind.
"One, two, three, four—forget it, I don't bother to count them all.
Come out, you are surrounded by me! "
Although Daphne was a little shaken, she didn't think
He can break the numerical advantage.
"Wayne, I really admire your courage!"
Pansy picked up her wand, "Do you think it's still the same as before?"
"Is not it?"
A translucent barrier blocked the incoming curse.
Vincent lifted the Iron Armor Curse, and put a ten thousand curse on the entire wand.
The spells cast by the rocks and bushes one by one were all canceled out in the air.
After one round of attack, three smoke bombs rolled to the ground.
"Eliminate quickly—" Pussey had just dispelled a little bit of smoke when his lower abdomen bumped into something solid.
"It's the Disillusionment Curse!" He clutched his stomach and continued to wave his wand.
"Reveal in a hurry—"
Hermione, who was standing very far behind, glanced at the grass next to it that had been trampled down by something.
"Didn't you say you were going to beat them up?"
"Yes, but their magic is too annoying."
Emerging from the air, Vincent bent down and pointed the tip of his alder wand at the grass.
Being able to draw a magic circuit on the orichanite bullet, the accuracy of mana control has reached another level.
To transform a large piece of grass at once, you only need to concentrate all your attention.
When the smoke has been more or less driven away, this wide-ranging Transfiguration is ready.
"Over there!" Pansy pointed to where Hermione was standing.
Pussey reacted the fastest, but suddenly his legs were entangled by vine-like grass.
He was about to release the restraint, but he hit a disarming spell directly on the head.
The wand just flew off, but did not come to Vincent's side.
"Protect yourself." He drank the last bottle of potion, and put a full protection on his entire right hand.
He dispelled the incoming spell with his alder wand, and ran towards them, who were immobile.
Pansy's face was rather ugly.
Draco seriously underestimated the speed of Vincent's progress, and she also overestimated the combat effectiveness of these people.
Those who can use the Iron Armor Curse are physically disarmed, and those who can't are directly knocked away by the wand.
Vincent would only attack one person at a time, thus increasing their psychological pressure.
Watching his side lose their aggressiveness little by little, Pussey gritted his teeth and squatted down to tear the vines vigorously.
But no matter how much strength you use, new ones will grow quickly after breaking apart and then wrap around.
A person's energy is limited.
Completely controlling the mana of the entire grassland does not allow other magic to be used at the same time.
But Vincent is not a wizard in the conventional sense.
Pussy turned his head and looked behind him in despair.
That high jumping posture is exactly the same as the fighting skill that made him sit in a wheelchair for more than half a month.
"Crows take a plane!"
"Hiss—" Hermione in the distance quickly gasped.
Madam Pomfrey may have to work overtime today.
Sensing the effect of the potion can let Vincent know in advance where there will be an attack.
He tore off the tight collar of his shirt, stepped on Pussy's back, jumped onto the grass and rolled twice.
Various spells overturned a lot of turf.
Pansy raised his wand decisively again, "Daphne, we have to do something quickly!"
"No, the gap is too big."
The perception of the direction of the attack can be known in advance, and the reaction speed that can eliminate the spell in time.
From these two performances alone, it can almost be concluded that he drank a potion that boosted the potion.
They were so fully prepared, combined with the words at the beginning, they were really the one being surrounded.
Seeing people lose consciousness one by one, Daphne felt a familiar sense of powerlessness.
From family, from birth.
Greengrass, an ancient and cursed family.
If she exchanged with her sister, wouldn't her ideas be so extreme?
Vincent has cleaned up half the people.
After this, Pansy thought he had found an opportunity and cast a stun spell.
invalid.
Daphne felt an inexplicable suffocation.
From his disdain, from his self-confidence and calmness.
Hermione, who was far away, drew her wand and cast a disarming spell at Pansy.
"Armor protection——" Daphne blocked the spell.
Vincent paused for less than a second, and then punched him with a fist.
Potions of strength and agility are very powerful.
When the last person lost consciousness, the three little witches were still confronting each other.
He first wrapped the vines tighter, and then walked over without haste.
Pansy was about to attack immediately, but Daphne held down her wand.
"According to the plan--"
"I'm tired."
Both Hermione and Vincent were puzzled.
"Wayne, do you have to do this?"
"I have no choice."
From the beginning to the end, it seems that it is because they can't understand Muggle origin.
However, the facts have proved time and time again that pure blood only means a higher starting point.
Leaving aside prejudices about parentage, Vincent is a Dumbledore-esque genius.
Even what he did was even more exaggerated.
"No choice?" Pan Xi's facial features were almost twisted into a ball, "The humble blood flowing in your body is completely unqualified to be compared with us!"
Hermione tightened her wand tightly.
As if she was about to release a powerful curse at any moment, she locked her eyes on the big mouth that was still emitting a stench.
"Do you know why only nobles from a few countries in Europe can survive?"
Vincent put away his wand, and now in front of the two of them, "because they were smart enough to strip away most of their power through reforms early on."
"This is the wizarding world!"
"The same reason."
How do minorities maintain power?
Absolute force and sufficient connections.
At present, the pure-blood wizard families who still insist on blood supremacy, except for the five black swan families, almost all of the rest stay in Azkaban.
The so-called pure blood is bound to become rarer and rarer.
"The king does not respect the blood, but the blood is honored by the king."
Vincent stared straight into their eyes, "If I'm strong enough to suffocate you, my origin doesn't matter at all."
Daphne felt that the air around her was becoming thinner and thinner.
She lowered her wand slowly.
The essence of the Black Swan Club is nothing more than a small group of repressive nature.
……
……
Both Pansy and Daphne were waiting patiently.
In the surrounding rocks and bushes, in fact, more than [-] people have already squatted.
All of them had been beaten down the stairs before.
This time, they have to prove themselves.
In such an empty place, no matter how badly Vincent is, it is impossible for him to be like before.
Compared with Pansy, who had the chance to win, Daphne's face clearly showed worry.
She couldn't figure out why she was calm and calm just now, and she couldn't understand why those blue eyes were full of confidence.
Until Vincent's arrival, she seemed to have a slightly vague answer.
He took off his school robe and handed it to Hermione who was following behind.
"One, two, three, four—forget it, I don't bother to count them all.
Come out, you are surrounded by me! "
Although Daphne was a little shaken, she didn't think
He can break the numerical advantage.
"Wayne, I really admire your courage!"
Pansy picked up her wand, "Do you think it's still the same as before?"
"Is not it?"
A translucent barrier blocked the incoming curse.
Vincent lifted the Iron Armor Curse, and put a ten thousand curse on the entire wand.
The spells cast by the rocks and bushes one by one were all canceled out in the air.
After one round of attack, three smoke bombs rolled to the ground.
"Eliminate quickly—" Pussey had just dispelled a little bit of smoke when his lower abdomen bumped into something solid.
"It's the Disillusionment Curse!" He clutched his stomach and continued to wave his wand.
"Reveal in a hurry—"
Hermione, who was standing very far behind, glanced at the grass next to it that had been trampled down by something.
"Didn't you say you were going to beat them up?"
"Yes, but their magic is too annoying."
Emerging from the air, Vincent bent down and pointed the tip of his alder wand at the grass.
Being able to draw a magic circuit on the orichanite bullet, the accuracy of mana control has reached another level.
To transform a large piece of grass at once, you only need to concentrate all your attention.
When the smoke has been more or less driven away, this wide-ranging Transfiguration is ready.
"Over there!" Pansy pointed to where Hermione was standing.
Pussey reacted the fastest, but suddenly his legs were entangled by vine-like grass.
He was about to release the restraint, but he hit a disarming spell directly on the head.
The wand just flew off, but did not come to Vincent's side.
"Protect yourself." He drank the last bottle of potion, and put a full protection on his entire right hand.
He dispelled the incoming spell with his alder wand, and ran towards them, who were immobile.
Pansy's face was rather ugly.
Draco seriously underestimated the speed of Vincent's progress, and she also overestimated the combat effectiveness of these people.
Those who can use the Iron Armor Curse are physically disarmed, and those who can't are directly knocked away by the wand.
Vincent would only attack one person at a time, thus increasing their psychological pressure.
Watching his side lose their aggressiveness little by little, Pussey gritted his teeth and squatted down to tear the vines vigorously.
But no matter how much strength you use, new ones will grow quickly after breaking apart and then wrap around.
A person's energy is limited.
Completely controlling the mana of the entire grassland does not allow other magic to be used at the same time.
But Vincent is not a wizard in the conventional sense.
Pussy turned his head and looked behind him in despair.
That high jumping posture is exactly the same as the fighting skill that made him sit in a wheelchair for more than half a month.
"Crows take a plane!"
"Hiss—" Hermione in the distance quickly gasped.
Madam Pomfrey may have to work overtime today.
Sensing the effect of the potion can let Vincent know in advance where there will be an attack.
He tore off the tight collar of his shirt, stepped on Pussy's back, jumped onto the grass and rolled twice.
Various spells overturned a lot of turf.
Pansy raised his wand decisively again, "Daphne, we have to do something quickly!"
"No, the gap is too big."
The perception of the direction of the attack can be known in advance, and the reaction speed that can eliminate the spell in time.
From these two performances alone, it can almost be concluded that he drank a potion that boosted the potion.
They were so fully prepared, combined with the words at the beginning, they were really the one being surrounded.
Seeing people lose consciousness one by one, Daphne felt a familiar sense of powerlessness.
From family, from birth.
Greengrass, an ancient and cursed family.
If she exchanged with her sister, wouldn't her ideas be so extreme?
Vincent has cleaned up half the people.
After this, Pansy thought he had found an opportunity and cast a stun spell.
invalid.
Daphne felt an inexplicable suffocation.
From his disdain, from his self-confidence and calmness.
Hermione, who was far away, drew her wand and cast a disarming spell at Pansy.
"Armor protection——" Daphne blocked the spell.
Vincent paused for less than a second, and then punched him with a fist.
Potions of strength and agility are very powerful.
When the last person lost consciousness, the three little witches were still confronting each other.
He first wrapped the vines tighter, and then walked over without haste.
Pansy was about to attack immediately, but Daphne held down her wand.
"According to the plan--"
"I'm tired."
Both Hermione and Vincent were puzzled.
"Wayne, do you have to do this?"
"I have no choice."
From the beginning to the end, it seems that it is because they can't understand Muggle origin.
However, the facts have proved time and time again that pure blood only means a higher starting point.
Leaving aside prejudices about parentage, Vincent is a Dumbledore-esque genius.
Even what he did was even more exaggerated.
"No choice?" Pan Xi's facial features were almost twisted into a ball, "The humble blood flowing in your body is completely unqualified to be compared with us!"
Hermione tightened her wand tightly.
As if she was about to release a powerful curse at any moment, she locked her eyes on the big mouth that was still emitting a stench.
"Do you know why only nobles from a few countries in Europe can survive?"
Vincent put away his wand, and now in front of the two of them, "because they were smart enough to strip away most of their power through reforms early on."
"This is the wizarding world!"
"The same reason."
How do minorities maintain power?
Absolute force and sufficient connections.
At present, the pure-blood wizard families who still insist on blood supremacy, except for the five black swan families, almost all of the rest stay in Azkaban.
The so-called pure blood is bound to become rarer and rarer.
"The king does not respect the blood, but the blood is honored by the king."
Vincent stared straight into their eyes, "If I'm strong enough to suffocate you, my origin doesn't matter at all."
Daphne felt that the air around her was becoming thinner and thinner.
She lowered her wand slowly.
The essence of the Black Swan Club is nothing more than a small group of repressive nature.
……
……
