"Oh, yes," said Benelli coldly, "thank you for your comments, my parents always say that."
But I don't think there's anything wrong with that, you should always correct your bias as soon as possible, and you can't wait for all the evidence to be under your nose before you take a leisurely look at them and then think, 'Ah, I was wrong about him before!'
’- And you, White, stop being on top.It's as if you're standing one level above everyone else, and that's annoying. ”He lifted the box and walked briskly, and after a few steps, he turned around and threw a sentence: "And I am absolutely right about Bruce, if you don't believe it, just wait and see." ”"I didn't say anything wrong with your opinion of him, the problem is that the way you judge things is too arbitrary......
Ay!
All right. ”Benelli walked away with a "don't follow me" look, leaving me in the same place.I touched my nose and thought for a moment about the accusation he had just made at me.Let me not be on top?
Well, I'm twice your age, and it's not easy for me to let go of my sense of superiority, Benelli.A gloating whistle rang out, and I looked back at a smiling Malfoy, realizing that I had just had a big fight with my companion near the Slytherin common room over whether Snape was a conspirator or not."
Oh, I hit a nose of ash."
Malfoy teased, and strode away.I stared at him and walked away, and found that he had been acting alone for some time instead of Crabbe and Goyle......
What the hell is he and Bruce up to?
Or is this speculation just my prejudice against Slytherin, eh?
Malfoy and Bruce just got together amicably for afternoon tea?
Chapter 78 We can't confirm whether or not Bruce is a heinous hypocrite, but whether Snape's sudden change of attitude and giving us potions was not a good idea was revealed at dinner.I spent the rest of the afternoon in the library, and at dinner I found Benelli and Danki, who had already eaten half of their meals, and Fleur and her female companion Lydia, at the Ravenclaw table, and I greeted them and sat down, and before I could pick up my fork, Benelli spoke solemnly: "Vincent, I apologize to you, I confess that you are right about what you said this afternoon."
Snape hadn't helped us out of academic enthusiasm—he hadn't been at ease, the old bat with a bad belly. ”I looked at Danqi, who motioned for me to look at the faculty table, and I turned my eyes to find that the professors were eating as if nothing had happened, but the smell of gunpowder was still strong.I turned my head and said, "Actually, you're right, Professor Snape is really good......
Benelli's extreme judgment went to work again, and he hurriedly tried to convince him that Snape wasn't a bad belly - a little more than half a belly at best.Benelli pretended not to hear.So I had to continue the conversation about the afternoon quarrel: "I apologize for the fact that you accuse me of being condescending, Benilli, but it is true. ”I shrugged: "However, I can't change this attitude, I'm such a person, which means that if you don't plan to break up with me, you will have to continue to put up with my shortcomings." ”"Break up, how come?"
Benelli smiled kindly, and reached out to shake my hand, and the afternoon dispute was over."
That's it?"
Fleur said regretfully on the side: "It sounds very noisy, but the dust has settled in three hours?"
”"That's how we get along," Dan Qiwei smiled and said, "Right and wrong are decided in front of the facts, and it is too stupid to deny or quibble." ”Lydia sliced the steak gracefully as hard as she could, "We're not that conscious.How long has it been since we had the shortest argument – no one to pay attention to?
”"Four days, I think?"
Fleur recalled: "But I remember the longest record clearly, it was two and a half months.You say I don't look good with that foundation. ”"I still think I'm right, it's funny."
Lydia said.Fleur and Lydia glared at each other, and Danqi quickly changed the topic and asked me, "Don't you want to know what happened to make Benelli change his position?"
”"What happened?"
I asked cooperatively.Dange lifted his chin and struck a typical Slytherin stance, and said in Snape's slick tone, "Ah, Professor Black, I don't think I have that much to do with you childishly, in fact, I'm busy.Just a few hours ago, I had helped Mr.
White and his classmates solve a problem they couldn't solve, and there was no way around it—yes, after all, when kids have a problem, they always go to someone who is reliable, I mean, and not someone else who might not be able to help them. ”I gasped: "Shh......
It was a hard response - Snape scored ten.What did Sirius say?
”By the way, I glanced at the faculty table out of the corner of my eye, and saw that he had just finished eating, and he left the table with a normal expression.He said, "Oh, is it?
That would explain why so many students outside of Slytherin House like to come to me and ask me questions about Potions lessons.It seemed to them, tsk, that the teachers of their Potions class were not so good at communicating. ”Danqi repeated it again in Sirius's tone.At this time, Michael Corner, who is also in the fourth grade, walked up to me with a book, said hello to us, and brought a message: "Hey, I was passing by the Gryffindor table just now when I heard Ginny's two twin brothers setting up a gambling game.Everyone is betting on who will prevail in the next dispute between Professor Black and Professor Snape - everyone is more optimistic about Professor Black, although this time it was Snape who won, but ......""
How come?"
”Benelli interjected, "How do you judge winning or losing?"
”"So," Kona said with a shrug at me, "there were a bunch of students who crossed over to Snape to ask Blake about teaching potions, but Vincent didn't, and Snape was the first to think of him when you had a problem—seriously, man, you should really think before you act."
After all, I bet on your father to win, so you don't want to lose the chain anymore and can't tell the difference between friend and foe. ”"Thank you so much for your support—but, too, I'm going to ask Potions questions," I frowned, "and Snape had been watching from the sidelines when I borrowed the classroom, so I went to ask him, of course." ”"Oh, I see," Kona said after a moment's pause, "but we don't know the details, do we?"
Anyway, it looks like Snape has done you a lot of help to put ......Professor Black in the army" "Don't worry, Sirius must be the last laugh in this battle of wills." ”I took a sullen sip of apple juice, depressed that I had inadvertently been involved in such a tug-of-war and used as a gunman."
Oh, the important person has a domineering declaration, and the Potions professor is about to be defeated."
Fleur lazily shook her glass at me, happily sarcastic.On Easter night, as we gathered in our bedrooms to stare at the crucible that emitted a mysterious-looking silver smoke and waited with bated breath, Benelli stared at his watch for a few seconds, which made Danqi and I panic.When finally, as stated in the recipe, the potion glowed grayish-blue and lasted for a full two seconds, we high-fived and cheered—it was finally done.Benelli quickly and carefully transferred the potion into the bottle, and I watched the owl so that Benelli could deliver the gift as soon as it was wrapped.Benelli poured the potion and kept saying, "Oh my God, oh my God—we did it, yes, my mom would love it......," Dan Qi reminded, "Don't forget to try it first, don't rush to send it out." ”"Oh, I almost forgot."
Benelli patted his forehead: "I'll try the medicine......
So excited, sorry. ”Flolet sat on the bed beside her, provoking the owl on my shoulder, and said to Benelli, "Perhaps I need to visit your father and ask him about his love experience."
If I could understand how the Muggles managed to get the Aurors in their hands......
I would "No one paid any attention to him, and everyone watched intently as Benelli pulled out a classic memory of Mrs.
Hornby from his head and threw it into a beaker containing the potion."
The surface of the potion changed, revealing a gray-blue hue, spelling out the portrait of Madame Benelli, nodding kindly at Dan Qi and me, and then fading away as he kept looking at Benili.For a moment, I felt like I was in front of a cup of latte art coffee with a strange color.Dan Qi put away the memory that was used as an introduction, Benelli blinked, and took a small sip of the potion in the cup: "It tastes good." ”"Hurry up and drink.Drink it up!
”The three of us urged him in unison.Benelli hurriedly picked up the potion again and drank it down, it seemed that his eyes were a little dazed, and the cup was about to fall to the ground as soon as he let go of his hand.Before we could react, Benelli suddenly bent down, picked up the falling cups accurately, flipped them over, and simply placed the cups on the cabinet with a crisp sound."
I think my mom would love this.Acting according to other people's ideas and habits saves a lot of effort to guess the mind of the criminal.If it could be used in large quantities through the program, policing – including Muggle's – would be raised by a whole notch. ”Benelli suddenly showed a heroic smile that we had never seen before, and as he spoke, he waved his wand, and the bottle containing the potion jumped into the small box, and the wrapping paper automatically wrapped it, leaving the thread tied to the owl's talons, without any mud and water, and completely different from Benelli, who was usually a little out of rhythm."
I say, you write," Benelli said, releasing the owl, and then turning to us and commanding, "is it okay?"
This is a first-hand experience.First of all, there are no side effects of vertigo or nausea at the moment, but there is a slight confusion - there are a few moments that I will bring into my mother's character based on my own relevant memories, which is noteworthy......"
When it was almost eleven o'clock, the effect of the ninety minutes of potion was over, Benelli shook his head, regained his gentle and harmless temperament, and froze at the quill in his hand."
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You can't seem to stand the unfinished homework left in your bag, so you started studying like crazy after recording potions materials, and we can't stop it."
I explained."
Oh, Merlin's beard."
Benelli flipped through his homework and said incredulously to the textbook in front of him, "I'm preparing for next month's homework?"
”"Obviously," Danqi said.And you turned down Flolet's invitation to try it out - he said he wanted to try it out against the real Aurors, and then ......"
"I declined, and I wisely stated that I was just imitating my mother's thinking, and that my abilities weren't improved—I remember." ”Benelli scratched his head, not noticing that the quill in his hand had left a few drops of ink on his face, and said indignantly: "It's really unfair, I usually ask to compete with him, but he has never bothered to agree!"
”"I see.Confirm that memory can be maintained. ”Danchi jotted it down on parchment, then yawned, lay down on the bed and muttered, "This is the guy I know, good night, Benelli the Confused." ”Benelli's face was inked without realizing it, and Chong Danqi rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.The next morning, Benelli saw in the mirror that the ink was still on his face - he was too lazy to turn on the light in the bathroom last night, so he washed his face perfunctorily and went to sleep, making the ink stains on his face bigger and more obvious.I patted Benelli, who was thinking about what magic to use to clean his face, and advised him not to risk using the spell to use the spell, lest he have to go to Madam Pomfrey to repair his molten skull.Then I took the rest of the Mind Generic Potion to the Headmaster and asked him to do a final appraisal to see if there were any leaks in the potion, and if not, we would be able to publish the recipe - and sign Snape's name, of course.But it turned out that on this bright morning, the Headmaster was not in the office, and I wouldn't be stupid enough to go to Snape to check the potions, so I went to Sirius again, but he wasn't there, so I went back to my dorm with the bottle in my hand.At this time, Benelli's dirty marks were still not completely removed, and Benelli decided to go to the library to check for any useful little spells - the ink had a unique magic to prevent fading, and ordinary cleansing charms could not do anything with it - Danqi said that it was a crime to nest in the castle in such weather, and I didn't even put down my things, and dragged Benelli to Hogsmeade with Danqi.Today's weather is exceptionally good, a little warmer than usual, looking up, the sky is clear, and there is a faint and tempting fragrance of flowers coming from the greenhouse, if you don't imagine that it is the smell of the man-eating flowers prepared by Professor Sprout for the sixth grade to lure prey, this floral fragrance is also quite beautiful.Danki and Fleur walked slower and slower behind, whispering and laughing, and her best friend Lydia reluctantly walked with us, and by the time we reached the first store in Hogsmeade, Dange and Fleur had already been left far behind, and it didn't seem like they wanted to join us.We quickly walked around Hogsmeade, Benelli had been a little distracted by the marks on his face, and Lydia had been preoccupied with disguise and peeking after a gang of Gryffindors had come from behind, and I followed her gaze, suspecting that she was looking at one of the twins.After a circle, our path was vaguely following the Gryffindors—I didn't mind that Lydia wanted to follow, and Benelli always looked at his side face in the window, and followed us completely.The Weasleys probably noticed this, too, and at a bend they turned around a seemingly casual turn and asked Lydia, "Would you like to eat?"
”It's not abrupt to share custard cookies with your classmates in a festive atmosphere, but only if they don't turn you into a huge canary.Lydia didn't seem to realize what the enthusiastic Weasleys were holding, so she picked up a random piece and ate it before I could stop her."
Oh, Merlin's beard."
Benelli turned his head and saw the Weasleys and their cookies, then looked at Lydia sympathetically, only to have a minute later, the casual smiles on the Weasleys' faces turned to a wicked smile, then to surprise and then to wonder, Lydia still maintained her human form."
You're in the way."
Someone said dissatisfied, and Fred and George quickly got out of the way, pulled us aside, and asked Lydia what was going on and why she hadn't been shaped."
Well, what metamorphosis?"
Lydia licked her fingers and asked rhetorically with the same nonchalant expression they had just given her the cookies."
You know what."
One of the twins said."
How?
You replaced the cookies?
What special drugs were taken?
”Another guessed.Lydia said mysteriously, "It's a secret. ”"You're a non-human creature that doesn't work potions?""
Maybe you're a vampire.""
Or werewolves.""
Or a house-elf.""
Don't pull it, her clothes aren't so torn, she can't be a house elf.""
You're right, but she's a strange species that is immune to magic.""
Or maybe she got our recipe, Fred."
George suddenly made a hypothesis that frightened them, and then they dragged Lydia to ask for money to buy Lydia's "secret": "Our product can't be flawed - I need to know what's wrong." ”"You can be our partner in friendship.Gives you two thousandths of a profit. ”Lydia scoffed at the promised two-thousandths of a profit, but she relented, "Well, I don't care about your funny cookies, but a secret is a secret after all."
I will say only to one of you. ”The twins looked at each other for a moment, then with a look of realization."
That must be me, my lady.I had a nice dance with you at the Christmas Ball, remember?
”One of the twins bowed pretendedly."
Unless your name is George."
Lydia was not deceived by the tricks they often played, and hooked her finger at the real George on the side.As we left Lydia and George, Fred dragged us behind the corner of the house, and we heard Lydia say, "I don't understand why you're always together, really, are you conjoined people?"
You're my type of person, try dating, how about it?
”"So straightforward," Fred whistled behind the wall, admiringly, "passionate Frenchman." ”Then we couldn't hear it, and George knew that his brother was eavesdropping in the corner, as he quickly led Lydia farther away.Fred shrugged at us: "Happy Easter, then, two wise Ravenclaws—since I can't sit on the side for a romantic show, then ......"
He turned around and searched among the Gryffindors who had not gone far, and soon found the person he was looking for, and he shouted "Angelina!"
”After a few words, he left alone with the girl, and ran to the three broomsticks.After lunch, Lydia reappeared, and dragged us for a walk, probably because my best friend was still in pink Pavne, and Benelli and I became the easiest people to talk to in the whole school and her relationship with each other."
He promised to see him more often," said Lydia, who led us through the woods in early spring, talking to me chiefly, and expressing frustration at Benelli, who was only blushing half of his face red, "I think he may have a crush on me."
We only danced one dance that day, but that song happened to be what we both liked......
Who?
”Lydia put away the smile on her lips and drew her wand warily."
Excited," the bush on the side moved a few times, and it turned out to be Harry who came out of it, "It's me." ”We looked suspiciously at Harry, who was alone in the middle of nowhere, and looked at the bushes."
Hermione and Ron are probably still in the village, and I'm the only one here."
Harry said."
It's not wise for you to run this far alone."
Lydia knew that Voldemort, who had indeed proved to be undead, was dormant somewhere, and looked at Harry with a frown.Noticing that he was holding a rolled-up package with dirt and twigs in his hand, I made a solid assumption: "You're here to get something—who asked you to come here?"
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”Harry shook his head as he unwrapped the package in his hand and said, "I don't know......
I got a note saying that if I were here at this time, I'd tell me how Skeeter knew about Hagrid and Hermione's privacy, you know, those news were going to annoy us.Hermione and Ron were dragged around the village, and I thought I was going to be late, so I came alone. ”He opened the last layer, revealing an apparently Muggle-made painting tube, but instead of a painting, it was a roll of parchment for writing."
Maybe it's just an insider who doesn't want to be named?"
Harry speculated, preparing to pour the parchment out with the mouth of the paper tube facing down."
Don't touch it, you're a witch......"
Lydia reached out to stop it, trying to straighten the painting tube, but the parchment inside flew out lightly and stuck to Harry's sleeve like a stiff reptile, Benelli reached out to grab it, and then frowned, "It's sticky." ”I realized that someone was probably chanting a spell on the parchment, so I quickly raised my wand and rushed out of the suspicious place, and then I saw a silent guy with a hood, I don't know who it was.I recited several incantations, but none of them hit him, and suddenly I heard Lydia shout solemnly, "Let go." ”"I can't do it!
It's sucking my hand!
”Benelli shouted in panic.I hurried around the bushes and roots and ran back, just in time to see the parchment glowing blue in the distance.It was a portkey.Lydia held up her wand to cut Harry's sleeve, but it only scratched Harry's skin, blood splattered out, and she gritted her teeth and grabbed the parchment, yelling at me, "Find someone!"
”The next second, their figures twisted and vanished, and Lydia's voice still echoed through the trees.I was confused for a moment, and then I ran quickly in the direction of the village, and as I was about to get out of the woods I heard hurried footsteps in front of me, and a second before I chanted the spell I could see that they were Ron and Hermione."
See Harry?""
Go to the professor!
He was taken away by the portkey!
”I shouted out of breath and ran forward without stopping, and Hermione and Ron hurried after me, asking loudly what was wrong."
I don't know."
I said, "But it's certainly not a good thing." ”Ron and Hermione borrowed Lady Rosmerta's broomstick and flew back, but I hesitated and didn't go back with them, but stayed behind to warn the students not to linger in Hogsmeade and tell them to hurry back to school."
What's going on?"
Fred next to Angelina asked me."
Harry was taken.I probably saw a Death Eater. ”I hope the destination will not be Hangelton, for Merlin's sake, it's only April 17th.Fortunately, Hagrid was nearby, and as a teacher, he was able to get students back to school more effectively.The students didn't know what was going on, they didn't listen very much, and they didn't obey Hagrid's orders very much, someone whispered about the giant's blood or something, and the distraught Hagrid didn't bother to pay attention to him, almost with a roar, and persuaded everyone to go back to school."
You're here, Vincent.What's wrong, what's going on?
What about Benelli and Lydia?
”Danki and Fleur emerged from the crowd and stood with me behind Hagrid to avoid the crowd and asked me.I shook my head, feeling guilty about answering him.Now that I've completely composed, I don't think about the possibility that Harry was taken to the Riddle family's graveyard two months early, and I'm concentrating on assessing the risk of Apparition going to a completely unfamiliar place - I have to be there, I can't just sit here and wait, unaware of the possible time shift.I pushed Danqi away and told him to hurry back to the castle, ignoring him calling me from behind, and ran to a place where no one was, silently reciting little Hangelton, preparing to apparition.No way.I stopped in the middle of the spin – it was too risky.I patted my head and calmed down, the more panicked I became, the more I couldn't think, calm!
I've only seen all of Vincent's magic from a first-person perspective, and I've personally experienced and mastered less than a quarter of the spells, so I don't ...... at all Slowly.My hands paused in mid-air, slowing down......
I pulled out the bottle of the Mind Generic Potion from my coat pocket that I was supposed to send for identification, put my wand against my head, and pulled out the deepest and most typical memory of Vincent in my mind—the one time I beat Bruce perfectly under Helen's gaze, and then I processed the potion step by step, looked at the table below, and remembered the time after three hours.If it were Vincent's mind, plus it was his body and his magic, the success rate of me coming back safely and even solving the problem would have increased a lot......
I threw my head up and drank all the potions, shoved the bottle back into my pocket, and felt my sane, objective self drifting away, and Vincent's own thinking taking over my head.The author has something to say: There is a picture here without a name, see if you can recognize who is who~ I think the character creation is easier to distinguish, Mina Sanbiao guessed wrong, Chapter 79 Thinking Generic Potion I blinked and got used to the reversal of the changed thinking......
Cut, are those two people idiots, rushing forward rashly without weighing their abilities, and in the wizarding world where anything can happen, they have survived until now - if it weren't for the fear that the situation would get out of control and that order would affect my life, I wouldn't have the kung fu to care about those two fools.I shook my wand and whirled silently as I muttered Little Hungerton.After the familiar squeezing and pulling, I reached my destination, took two easy steps forward, relieved of the inertia of the simultaneous appearance of the form, and glanced at my surroundings.This is probably a street in Little Hangleton, and not far away you can see the abandoned mansion, which is probably Riddle's mansion."
Hey, kid, are you a relative of anyone?"
A kind voice came, and I looked back to see an old Muggle lady."
Well, no, ma'am," I habitually raised a disguised well-behaved smile, "my mother and I passed by the main road over there, just to look here." ”The old lady shook her head while fiddling with her flower bones: "What is there to see in our little place?"
Don't run away, your mother will be looking for you for a while. ”"Got it."
I nodded at the old Muggle, played with my wand, cast a silent spell, knew the direction of the cemetery, and sped away.Fragile, fragile Muggle ......
It's humble, and it's almost impossible to be classified into a different species from the wizard.Seeing a few plain, simple but well-groomed graves on the outside of the cemetery in the distance, I slowed my pace, and with a little wand, the Hogwarts uniform quickly changed to the hooded robe of the guy I had seen in the Hogsmeade woods.Bang.It was the phantom's dominant voice, and I cast an armor spell on myself, and then the comer appeared, Hornby and Lydia, two reckless fellows.I breathed a sigh of relief, well, at least the two biggest variables had left the grave of old Riddle......
Although, tsk, the result was a bit unexpected.Hornby was ......
What was the woman's last name, well, being held in the arms of Lydia's lifeless corpse, she was stunned for half a second and hurriedly let go, threw herself forward to the ground, and then turned to look at the Beauxbatons girl who had fallen into the dust, and let out a frightened whimper like a puppy.It's incredible that Lydia is dead, and Horn is alive than this coward.Hornby was devastated, staring at Lydia's corpse, trembling like a sieve, as if it would jump up and bite him.I frowned, and simply knocked Hornby unconscious, lest he make another mistake.I looked left and right, and it wasn't a motorway, which meant that Hornby wouldn't be hit by a reckless driver.In that case, I don't need to help this life and death change places.I don't feel any discomfort right now, which means that the deviation that is happening is still within the limits of the order?
If such a subversive event didn't cause anything to happen to me at the beginning, there's a 70% chance that nothing would happen if I didn't do anything......
But now it's my life at stake, and I can't underestimate the remaining thirty percent.I whistled and quickened my pace towards the faint commotion.As I approached, Voldemort's comical, half-blood, pure-blood, bald head was chanting a heart curse at Harry, and Harry's blue sky echoed under the blue sky of Little Hangleston, my father's beloved godson, and even my brother's cry of anguish struck away a small flock of crows.I was a little anxious for him, so I had to take a few deep breaths and calm down a little before moving on to the next step.Stealth and stealth are my forte, and I wouldn't be so low-ranking as the Death Eaters to discover me.Cautiously changing places, I finally crouched behind a very new, sturdy-looking tombstone that happened to be in the dead corner of Voldemort's line of sight, and I carefully scanned the room, and noticed that there was one more person among them, the obvious fellow, for he was not dressed in uniform robes like the Death Eaters, but in elaborate black and purple robes, and even with his hat hidden his face, I could easily identify who it was—my brother who had been lucky enough to survive until now, Bruce Boyle.Why is this guy still alive!
This damn guy spends his days standing there like a VIP, hanging out with our most hated pure-bloods......
Bastard, he has nothing to do with his mother's death, despicable villain, a guy with boyar's dirty blood!
Calm, calm, Vincent.You can't rush right now, you have brains, calm down.You've been through a lot, you can handle this situation, hurry up, think of a plan.Get Harry out and kill that boyle.Calm down.It would be better if he could simply hurt Voldemort......
Dad has already stood in Dumbledore's team, which means that there will be a protracted battle with this bald head in the future, and it is best to cut the grass and eradicate it while he is not fully strong......
There is some magic spell on the porcelain stone.Think fast.Seven Death Eaters, one boyle, and Lord Voldemort.That's right......
Stand-in Spell ......
The perfect spell, which was briefly visible to everyone in the porcelain stone, was a very advanced spell that had not been learned by those stupid boyles for a long time......
To whom do good?
I couldn't help laughing—my mother always told me to laugh like a stupid kid with no brains—and of course the spell was meant for my mother's eldest son.Bruce Boyle, after all these years, I have another chance to get rid of you, and this time no one has the right to stop me."
Alternate body double."
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I picked the right moment to stand up from behind the tombstone, the tip of my staff pointing to Bruce, who looked a little impatient.Voldemort didn't see me immediately, the Death Eaters didn't react, and Bruce looked at me with a slight squint, not dodging, and shot a spell with sparks bursting at him, but to my chagrin, the red-haired Legov, who had not noticed before and was blocked by a few people, rushed out and pushed Bruce away, and recited the armor charm at the same time.Luckily, my spell still hit at least one guy.All of a sudden, all the colorful spells from the enemy came at me, and I opened my arms slightly in anticipation, feeling the feeling of the evil spell that had no effect on me, and they were now like harmless fireworks, lightly tapping on me.Le Goff, who had blocked the spell for Bruce, wailed in pain, her red hair hanging down in the dirt and burrowing with branches and stones, her nails scratching at her face in vain, and three or four deep scars on her body, a large amount of blood gushing out, and her arms slamming into flesh.