Chapter 521 Brave because of understanding
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The Sahara desert is so big that Vincent and Sam, who were practicing Apparation, had no idea what was happening more than ten kilometers away.
From less than 10 meters at the beginning, it has now moved hundreds of meters smoothly.
"Wayne, how about I come back to pick you up later?"
Vincent appeared in mid-air, and then returned to Sam, "Do you have something to do?"
It was intimidating at first, but I'm used to it now.
"No, anyway, you have almost learned it, it doesn't matter if I'm here or not."
"Are you not afraid that I will be in danger?"
Sam shook his head bitterly.
When Wayne's house was attacked by a wizard, Yin Fulin urged him not to tell Vincent.
On weekdays you have to visit the store, on weekends you have to take illegal Apparition classes, and you have to beware of the next one who doesn't have eyesight.
"Okay, I'm not going anywhere."
Vincent rubbed his chin thinking.
The expression is a little unnatural, it should be hiding something.
People who love to play tricks are the best to predict, and those who are hardest to guess are often those who are thick-skinned and do not like to use their brains.
Probably... an appointment with Ms. Rosmerta... maybe.
The desert more than ten kilometers away.
The impact sent Eric flying against the hood of the SUV.
He was wearing body armor and just a little groggy.
On the other hand, the wizard who was thrown halfway up and buried in the desert looked as quiet as dead.
"Stay vigilant and don't approach rashly."
Hunter and Melvin stopped.
Eric made people like this in twos and threes, so he must be very aware of those weird things.
Andrew and the others lost a lot of blood and their lives were not in danger.
The bullets that rebounded through the Iron Armor Curse all pointed upwards.
Even though the penetrating force is greatly weakened, the flat tail can still pierce muscle tissue.
"Captain, they need to take out the bullets immediately!"
Eric returned to the car, threw the small iron box under the back seat over,
"Apply it on the wound to stop the bleeding, don't pour too much at once."
Fortunately in the misfortune, he asked Sam for some potions before setting off.
They are all therapeutic agents that can speed up wound healing, enough to deal with the current emergency.
"If he moves, shoot immediately."
Hunter and Melvin stared intently.
Eric pulled out his satellite phone.
He hesitated for a moment, and finally dialed.
……
……
"Buzz—" Sam was dumbfounded.
If he hadn't turned the mute on, he would have revealed himself on the spot.
There is no time to hang up once, and the more you call, the more urgent the situation will be.
It's the third time, so I need to find a reason to escape.
"Wayne, I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do."
Vincent appeared before him very suddenly,
"Dating?"
"Ahem——" Sam coughed violently, "Yeah."
He was smirking, and it was very fake.
"With whom?"
was asked.
"Ms. Rosmerta?"
"Cough, cough, cough—"
Vincent is almost sure that Sam is lying.
If you don't want to go to class, just say it, why are you in a hurry.
"Mr. Chavez, is there something you are hiding from me?"
For the fourth time Sam hung up the phone in his pocket,
"Let's do this for today, I have to go back to the date quickly."
Poor physical cover-ups, even poorer lying techniques.
Vincent just focused his eyes on the pocket in which his right hand was inserted, and Sam's expression became more and more tense.
"What the hell is it?" He seemed to be talking to himself.
Sam smiled, "It's nothing, it's a little surprise I prepared."
Obviously guilty conscience.
What surprise could make a thick-skinned man sweat?
Curious Vincent suddenly pointed behind him,
"Look, it's Madame Zabini!"
Sam looked over in shock, and then his right hand was pulled out of his pocket.
This little surprise is a bit "big".
A mobile phone that looks like a brick can be stuffed into a pocket, and [-]% of it has been cast with a traceless stretching spell.
The thumb is still on the button, 100% is just hang up not long ago.
"Buzz—" The call came again.
"Why don't you answer?" Vincent released his right hand with great interest,
"This is the Sahara Desert, and it is impossible for ordinary mobile phones to have a signal."
The signal can be received through the pocket with the traceless stretching spell. If it is the most advanced satellite phone, it must have been modified.
Sam was jittery again, almost let go and dropped the phone,
"Wayne—"
He struggled for ten seconds, with an unprecedentedly serious expression on his face,
"It's your father who called. He must have encountered some danger."
Just after talking about Wayne's family, Eric's call came again.
Vincent pressed the call button.
"Sam, I've got a little trouble."
"Uncle Wayne, I'm with your son now."
Eric on the other side of the phone widened his eyes for a moment.
The secrecy work was done like this, but I didn't expect it to be off the chain.
He was exposed just six times, no wonder he was subdued by his own son.
"Okay, I'm not going anywhere."
Eric, who hung up the phone, just put down the phone when a black and white vortex appeared in front of him.
"Put down your guns!"
Sam came out first, followed by Vincent.
"Dad, where's the person?"
"there."
Half of his body was buried in the desert, and his sternum had a slight collapse, which seemed to have injured his internal organs.
Sam first tied people into mummies, and then healed them with magic.
Everyone around was fully armed, and Vincent could probably guess what was going on.
I didn't cry, but I was really moved.
The men in Wayne's family are very good at hiding their secrets. Grandpa is like this, dad is like this, and so is he.
"Dad, I—"
"Come here guys, it's my son!"
Vincent, who was hugged by Eric on the shoulder, was no stranger to them.
It seems that I have seen it when I was a baby, and it seems that I have only seen it a few years ago.
And what just happened, they are destined not to remember.
"Vincent, do you remember Uncle?" Hunter pinched his face.
"Of course I do, Uncle Hunter."
"what about me?"
"Remember, you are Uncle Melvin."
Sam, who was treating Andrew and the others, had a very complicated expression.
It's like not knowing magic, and it's like pretending not to know.
Eric came to him quietly, "How is it?"
"It's all minor injuries, and I'll heal them soon."
Sam hesitated, "Uncle Wayne, why aren't they - aren't afraid of magic?"
"This one." Eric took out the wand that had just been broken,
"Probably because of that."
Fear because of the unknown, brave because of understanding.
Muggles are afraid of wizards using magic to hurt themselves, and wizards are afraid of exposing magic and being persecuted by Muggles.
Even if it is not the Middle Ages, even if there is a possibility of peaceful coexistence between the two sides, Sam cannot abandon his responsibility as an Auror.
Protect the wizarding world, protect magic from being discovered, and protect wizards from harm.
……
……
From less than 10 meters at the beginning, it has now moved hundreds of meters smoothly.
"Wayne, how about I come back to pick you up later?"
Vincent appeared in mid-air, and then returned to Sam, "Do you have something to do?"
It was intimidating at first, but I'm used to it now.
"No, anyway, you have almost learned it, it doesn't matter if I'm here or not."
"Are you not afraid that I will be in danger?"
Sam shook his head bitterly.
When Wayne's house was attacked by a wizard, Yin Fulin urged him not to tell Vincent.
On weekdays you have to visit the store, on weekends you have to take illegal Apparition classes, and you have to beware of the next one who doesn't have eyesight.
"Okay, I'm not going anywhere."
Vincent rubbed his chin thinking.
The expression is a little unnatural, it should be hiding something.
People who love to play tricks are the best to predict, and those who are hardest to guess are often those who are thick-skinned and do not like to use their brains.
Probably... an appointment with Ms. Rosmerta... maybe.
The desert more than ten kilometers away.
The impact sent Eric flying against the hood of the SUV.
He was wearing body armor and just a little groggy.
On the other hand, the wizard who was thrown halfway up and buried in the desert looked as quiet as dead.
"Stay vigilant and don't approach rashly."
Hunter and Melvin stopped.
Eric made people like this in twos and threes, so he must be very aware of those weird things.
Andrew and the others lost a lot of blood and their lives were not in danger.
The bullets that rebounded through the Iron Armor Curse all pointed upwards.
Even though the penetrating force is greatly weakened, the flat tail can still pierce muscle tissue.
"Captain, they need to take out the bullets immediately!"
Eric returned to the car, threw the small iron box under the back seat over,
"Apply it on the wound to stop the bleeding, don't pour too much at once."
Fortunately in the misfortune, he asked Sam for some potions before setting off.
They are all therapeutic agents that can speed up wound healing, enough to deal with the current emergency.
"If he moves, shoot immediately."
Hunter and Melvin stared intently.
Eric pulled out his satellite phone.
He hesitated for a moment, and finally dialed.
……
……
"Buzz—" Sam was dumbfounded.
If he hadn't turned the mute on, he would have revealed himself on the spot.
There is no time to hang up once, and the more you call, the more urgent the situation will be.
It's the third time, so I need to find a reason to escape.
"Wayne, I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do."
Vincent appeared before him very suddenly,
"Dating?"
"Ahem——" Sam coughed violently, "Yeah."
He was smirking, and it was very fake.
"With whom?"
was asked.
"Ms. Rosmerta?"
"Cough, cough, cough—"
Vincent is almost sure that Sam is lying.
If you don't want to go to class, just say it, why are you in a hurry.
"Mr. Chavez, is there something you are hiding from me?"
For the fourth time Sam hung up the phone in his pocket,
"Let's do this for today, I have to go back to the date quickly."
Poor physical cover-ups, even poorer lying techniques.
Vincent just focused his eyes on the pocket in which his right hand was inserted, and Sam's expression became more and more tense.
"What the hell is it?" He seemed to be talking to himself.
Sam smiled, "It's nothing, it's a little surprise I prepared."
Obviously guilty conscience.
What surprise could make a thick-skinned man sweat?
Curious Vincent suddenly pointed behind him,
"Look, it's Madame Zabini!"
Sam looked over in shock, and then his right hand was pulled out of his pocket.
This little surprise is a bit "big".
A mobile phone that looks like a brick can be stuffed into a pocket, and [-]% of it has been cast with a traceless stretching spell.
The thumb is still on the button, 100% is just hang up not long ago.
"Buzz—" The call came again.
"Why don't you answer?" Vincent released his right hand with great interest,
"This is the Sahara Desert, and it is impossible for ordinary mobile phones to have a signal."
The signal can be received through the pocket with the traceless stretching spell. If it is the most advanced satellite phone, it must have been modified.
Sam was jittery again, almost let go and dropped the phone,
"Wayne—"
He struggled for ten seconds, with an unprecedentedly serious expression on his face,
"It's your father who called. He must have encountered some danger."
Just after talking about Wayne's family, Eric's call came again.
Vincent pressed the call button.
"Sam, I've got a little trouble."
"Uncle Wayne, I'm with your son now."
Eric on the other side of the phone widened his eyes for a moment.
The secrecy work was done like this, but I didn't expect it to be off the chain.
He was exposed just six times, no wonder he was subdued by his own son.
"Okay, I'm not going anywhere."
Eric, who hung up the phone, just put down the phone when a black and white vortex appeared in front of him.
"Put down your guns!"
Sam came out first, followed by Vincent.
"Dad, where's the person?"
"there."
Half of his body was buried in the desert, and his sternum had a slight collapse, which seemed to have injured his internal organs.
Sam first tied people into mummies, and then healed them with magic.
Everyone around was fully armed, and Vincent could probably guess what was going on.
I didn't cry, but I was really moved.
The men in Wayne's family are very good at hiding their secrets. Grandpa is like this, dad is like this, and so is he.
"Dad, I—"
"Come here guys, it's my son!"
Vincent, who was hugged by Eric on the shoulder, was no stranger to them.
It seems that I have seen it when I was a baby, and it seems that I have only seen it a few years ago.
And what just happened, they are destined not to remember.
"Vincent, do you remember Uncle?" Hunter pinched his face.
"Of course I do, Uncle Hunter."
"what about me?"
"Remember, you are Uncle Melvin."
Sam, who was treating Andrew and the others, had a very complicated expression.
It's like not knowing magic, and it's like pretending not to know.
Eric came to him quietly, "How is it?"
"It's all minor injuries, and I'll heal them soon."
Sam hesitated, "Uncle Wayne, why aren't they - aren't afraid of magic?"
"This one." Eric took out the wand that had just been broken,
"Probably because of that."
Fear because of the unknown, brave because of understanding.
Muggles are afraid of wizards using magic to hurt themselves, and wizards are afraid of exposing magic and being persecuted by Muggles.
Even if it is not the Middle Ages, even if there is a possibility of peaceful coexistence between the two sides, Sam cannot abandon his responsibility as an Auror.
Protect the wizarding world, protect magic from being discovered, and protect wizards from harm.
……
……
