Chapter 373 Byron's Miserable Experience
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Qing Mo Da Xian
No matter how soft the grass is, the tip is still sharp.
"Squat down!"
Reducing the hit area is a very wise decision.
Byron raised his wand, controlled the grasses that had lost their target to go up, and then swung down forcefully.
Without Hermione's reminder, Daphne had already raised her wand above her head.
The damage is low, but the quantity is sufficient.
The iron armor curse barrier on the tip of her staff lost its effect, and the school robe was scratched by falling grass.
Hermione hugged her quickly, holding her wand above their heads.
"Ah—" the little grasses pierced through their exposed school robes and tied them on the skin of their shoulders and arms.
"Greengrass, blame yourself if you want to blame!" Byron clenched his wand a little tiredly, as if he wanted to continue casting spells.
Maybe it was too much consumption, the first time he didn't succeed.
On the second attempt, both Hermione and Daphne stood up with support.
A lot of grass was tied on each half of their bodies, and a few cuts were made on the exposed side of their faces.
"Left and right separation—" Byron finally succeeded.
When he was about to say the next spell, he raised his head as if he noticed something.
Their trembling little hands clutched their respective wands.
"Thousands of bullets—"
"Damned!" X2
Two beams of orange-red spells shot over.
Byron got one hit on the head and another on the chest.
He flew backwards, picking up the freshly separated grass.
When he opened his eyes and regained consciousness, not only did he feel burning pain all over his body, but he also saw an extremely gloomy face.
……
……
Half an hour ago,
A burrow deep in the Forbidden Forest.
Jomgand closed his eyes, and in front of him was Vincent who was reshaping the hood.
Hagrid sat next to him, with various exclamations coming out of his mouth frequently.
The liquid-like mithril turned back into a hood, and finally into an eyepatch.
Vincent picked up his wand and carved his own magic runes on it.
"Scare off Merlin's long beard!" Hagrid watched him put Jormgund back on without blinking.
The appearance is exactly the same, but the size is slightly larger.
"Vincent, can't you make one that automatically adjusts to size?"
Jomgand opened his eyes and tilted his head to express the same doubt.
"That's a bit difficult." Vincent patted his chest lightly. "But I'm a fast learner. Maybe next year—the year after next."
Hagrid and Jormgund tapped the head together.
Although they didn't understand alchemy, they could feel an unquestionable confidence in his tone.
Replacing the original hard metal form with an elastic braid, even the International Alchemist Association is not able to do it.
Vincent is not talking big.
In the treasury he inherited from Nicol, there is an alchemy robe that cannot be considered exquisite, but is all made of mithril thread.
You can add other forms at will, and you can also describe various magic circuits.
If there is an international alchemist competition, this robe alone will guarantee No.1.
Hagrid and Jormgund nodded their big heads unconsciously the whole time.
"So, I disassembled that robe a little bit and reshaped it, and it should be able to shape a thicker braid in two years."
Vincent, who spoke a little dry, took out a bottle of Coke from the suitcase, and two glasses, one large and one small.
He cast the Icemaking Charm, filling both glasses with ice and refilling them.
"His-"
"You said this, this is Fat House Happy-cough cough, this is Coke."
Vincent raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"Hic—" He pulled out a larger bottle of Coke from his suitcase, "Do you want to try it?"
Jomgand nodded his head.
Hagrid held up a large mug full of dark liquid that was bubbling upwards.
No matter how bad this stuff tastes, it should be better than Gump's old society wine.
When the tongue touched the liquid, those small bubbles actually exploded.
He widened his big beetle-like eyes and accelerated his swallowing speed.
"ton ton ton—"
He drank a large glass of Coke with ice cubes all at once.
"belch!"
He gave Vincent a thumbs up, "An indescribably wonderful drink!"
Jomgand spat out the letter, looking eagerly at the large bottle of Coke in front of him.
"Bah—" the bottle cap was unscrewed.
It didn't even think about it, it bit the mouth of the bottle with its pointed long teeth, and gurgled and drank with its big head up.
"Hiss!!!!"
Although it doesn't burp, the admiration echoes throughout the burrow.
Vincent straightened his tousled hair.
Hermione owns a dentist's office at home, so there should be large dental care tools.
Ok?
He looked down at his watch, "It's strange, it's impossible for her to get lost."
Girls always have endless topics to talk about, but it's not enough to talk for nearly an hour.
Hagrid stood up quickly, "It must be an accident."
Jomgand raised his big head, saying that as long as it was around, the acromantula would live on its eight legs.
"Could it be—" Vincent picked up the suitcase, "Hagrid, they might be targeted!"
"Follow me? What are you watching?"
"Black Swan."
……
……
After Hermione and Daphne shot Byron into the air, they both collapsed on the lawn as if they had collapsed.
After a short rest, Hermione took out a semicircular white cloth bag from the inside of the rag-like left school robe.
Fortunately, the material is good enough, otherwise the contents inside would be ruined.
If any object with the traceless stretching spell is destroyed, the space inside will collapse to its original appearance.
Without protective magic, it would be difficult for wizards to escape from it.
"I don't know the healing spell yet, let's wrap it up with this first."
Daphne trembled slightly, catching a roll of bandages she handed over.
Carefully casting the floating spell to pull out the grass, the two of them waited for a while before taking off their school robes.
The wound was a bit small, and the bleeding wasn't too much.
Fortunately, it only punctured the epidermis and some capillaries. If it was pierced a little deeper, the coagulated blood scabs would stick to the clothes.
Hermione is okay, after all, she has exercised.
Daphni was a spoiled and spoiled young lady, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't even wrap a bandage on it.
"Let me help you." Hermione's movements were very gentle.
"Thank you."
"you are welcome."
They stood up and walked towards Byron who was lying on the lawn and rolling his eyes.
"Don't worry, he must have passed out."
Daphne retracted her little hand that reached halfway with peace of mind.
Just two stun spells, they won't send people to see Mr. Merlin.
The more Hermione looked at Byron's big face, the angrier she felt.
He doesn't have the slightest bit of gentlemanly demeanor, and calling him Wu Zha is an insult to Wu Zha.
With a "pop", the corners of Daphne's eyes twitched a little.
There was another "pop", and her eyelids danced wildly unconsciously.
The small solid leather shoes were so powerful that they stomped Byron into a pig's head in about ten blows.
However, Hermione didn't seem to let him go.
She raised her little foot down, tilted back for a while, and then kicked it hard.
……
……
"Squat down!"
Reducing the hit area is a very wise decision.
Byron raised his wand, controlled the grasses that had lost their target to go up, and then swung down forcefully.
Without Hermione's reminder, Daphne had already raised her wand above her head.
The damage is low, but the quantity is sufficient.
The iron armor curse barrier on the tip of her staff lost its effect, and the school robe was scratched by falling grass.
Hermione hugged her quickly, holding her wand above their heads.
"Ah—" the little grasses pierced through their exposed school robes and tied them on the skin of their shoulders and arms.
"Greengrass, blame yourself if you want to blame!" Byron clenched his wand a little tiredly, as if he wanted to continue casting spells.
Maybe it was too much consumption, the first time he didn't succeed.
On the second attempt, both Hermione and Daphne stood up with support.
A lot of grass was tied on each half of their bodies, and a few cuts were made on the exposed side of their faces.
"Left and right separation—" Byron finally succeeded.
When he was about to say the next spell, he raised his head as if he noticed something.
Their trembling little hands clutched their respective wands.
"Thousands of bullets—"
"Damned!" X2
Two beams of orange-red spells shot over.
Byron got one hit on the head and another on the chest.
He flew backwards, picking up the freshly separated grass.
When he opened his eyes and regained consciousness, not only did he feel burning pain all over his body, but he also saw an extremely gloomy face.
……
……
Half an hour ago,
A burrow deep in the Forbidden Forest.
Jomgand closed his eyes, and in front of him was Vincent who was reshaping the hood.
Hagrid sat next to him, with various exclamations coming out of his mouth frequently.
The liquid-like mithril turned back into a hood, and finally into an eyepatch.
Vincent picked up his wand and carved his own magic runes on it.
"Scare off Merlin's long beard!" Hagrid watched him put Jormgund back on without blinking.
The appearance is exactly the same, but the size is slightly larger.
"Vincent, can't you make one that automatically adjusts to size?"
Jomgand opened his eyes and tilted his head to express the same doubt.
"That's a bit difficult." Vincent patted his chest lightly. "But I'm a fast learner. Maybe next year—the year after next."
Hagrid and Jormgund tapped the head together.
Although they didn't understand alchemy, they could feel an unquestionable confidence in his tone.
Replacing the original hard metal form with an elastic braid, even the International Alchemist Association is not able to do it.
Vincent is not talking big.
In the treasury he inherited from Nicol, there is an alchemy robe that cannot be considered exquisite, but is all made of mithril thread.
You can add other forms at will, and you can also describe various magic circuits.
If there is an international alchemist competition, this robe alone will guarantee No.1.
Hagrid and Jormgund nodded their big heads unconsciously the whole time.
"So, I disassembled that robe a little bit and reshaped it, and it should be able to shape a thicker braid in two years."
Vincent, who spoke a little dry, took out a bottle of Coke from the suitcase, and two glasses, one large and one small.
He cast the Icemaking Charm, filling both glasses with ice and refilling them.
"His-"
"You said this, this is Fat House Happy-cough cough, this is Coke."
Vincent raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"Hic—" He pulled out a larger bottle of Coke from his suitcase, "Do you want to try it?"
Jomgand nodded his head.
Hagrid held up a large mug full of dark liquid that was bubbling upwards.
No matter how bad this stuff tastes, it should be better than Gump's old society wine.
When the tongue touched the liquid, those small bubbles actually exploded.
He widened his big beetle-like eyes and accelerated his swallowing speed.
"ton ton ton—"
He drank a large glass of Coke with ice cubes all at once.
"belch!"
He gave Vincent a thumbs up, "An indescribably wonderful drink!"
Jomgand spat out the letter, looking eagerly at the large bottle of Coke in front of him.
"Bah—" the bottle cap was unscrewed.
It didn't even think about it, it bit the mouth of the bottle with its pointed long teeth, and gurgled and drank with its big head up.
"Hiss!!!!"
Although it doesn't burp, the admiration echoes throughout the burrow.
Vincent straightened his tousled hair.
Hermione owns a dentist's office at home, so there should be large dental care tools.
Ok?
He looked down at his watch, "It's strange, it's impossible for her to get lost."
Girls always have endless topics to talk about, but it's not enough to talk for nearly an hour.
Hagrid stood up quickly, "It must be an accident."
Jomgand raised his big head, saying that as long as it was around, the acromantula would live on its eight legs.
"Could it be—" Vincent picked up the suitcase, "Hagrid, they might be targeted!"
"Follow me? What are you watching?"
"Black Swan."
……
……
After Hermione and Daphne shot Byron into the air, they both collapsed on the lawn as if they had collapsed.
After a short rest, Hermione took out a semicircular white cloth bag from the inside of the rag-like left school robe.
Fortunately, the material is good enough, otherwise the contents inside would be ruined.
If any object with the traceless stretching spell is destroyed, the space inside will collapse to its original appearance.
Without protective magic, it would be difficult for wizards to escape from it.
"I don't know the healing spell yet, let's wrap it up with this first."
Daphne trembled slightly, catching a roll of bandages she handed over.
Carefully casting the floating spell to pull out the grass, the two of them waited for a while before taking off their school robes.
The wound was a bit small, and the bleeding wasn't too much.
Fortunately, it only punctured the epidermis and some capillaries. If it was pierced a little deeper, the coagulated blood scabs would stick to the clothes.
Hermione is okay, after all, she has exercised.
Daphni was a spoiled and spoiled young lady, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't even wrap a bandage on it.
"Let me help you." Hermione's movements were very gentle.
"Thank you."
"you are welcome."
They stood up and walked towards Byron who was lying on the lawn and rolling his eyes.
"Don't worry, he must have passed out."
Daphne retracted her little hand that reached halfway with peace of mind.
Just two stun spells, they won't send people to see Mr. Merlin.
The more Hermione looked at Byron's big face, the angrier she felt.
He doesn't have the slightest bit of gentlemanly demeanor, and calling him Wu Zha is an insult to Wu Zha.
With a "pop", the corners of Daphne's eyes twitched a little.
There was another "pop", and her eyelids danced wildly unconsciously.
The small solid leather shoes were so powerful that they stomped Byron into a pig's head in about ten blows.
However, Hermione didn't seem to let him go.
She raised her little foot down, tilted back for a while, and then kicked it hard.
……
……
