Chapter 935

"Oh! Are you with that boy? Thank you... Hey!"

"Fast imprisonment!"

Little Victor, who had just escaped from the chase, came down from high altitude and stopped next to Hermione and other R.A. members.

Originally, he wanted to express his gratitude. After all, it was their companions who saved themselves from the biggest crisis in life. How can they not convey their gratitude to each other!

But who knows, he just pulled the broom handle and stopped at the edge of the neat formation. Before he could even finish speaking, he saw the girl flying at the last head suddenly swing the "little stick" in his hand.

Then he was tied up with a rope that "jumped" out of the stick.

"What's this for," said little Victor, looking at Hermione in amazement. "Why tie me up? I... I'm not a bad man!"

On the other side, Hermione just shook her head at him apologetically.

"I'm sorry, sir," she said. "I have to do this first when I'm not sure whether you are the enemy. Soon we will face the attack of more than 20 dark magic creatures - yes, those who chased you just now, so please understand."

"Oh..." little Victor glanced into the air and nodded, "well, if you think it would be more reassuring to do so - although I'm really not a suspicious person."

"Thank you for understanding me," said Hermione, suddenly waving her hand. "Harry is coming back. Everyone is ready! Don't move!"

The speed of fire crossbow is really fast.

When Harry interfered with the flight of the monsters, causing them to collide, he informed little Victor to leave before he continued to fly forward.

In such a short time, the slightly chaotic monsters had separated again, and then rushed straight in his direction.

But even so, he only made a circle at high altitude and soon threw those monsters away for a long distance. If he keeps flying in a straight line, it's estimated that it won't take long for those black guys to lose them completely.

However, no matter what Hermione thought, at least Harry never thought of just getting rid of them. What he wants is to destroy all these monsters that kill others!

Therefore, he even deliberately slowed down a little, and then pressed the broom to fly to the R.A. people.

"Are you ready?"

Harry asked loudly as he approached the big guy. At the same time, he also pulled the Firebolt aside, and stopped steadily in the center of the formation only by inertia.

When he looked up at the monsters chasing him down, Hermione's answer sounded in his ear.

"Yes!"

Compared with the situation of dealing with a single monster so many times before, it is obvious that Harry hardly needs to rely on manual correction to hit the target this time.

But as soon as Harry raised his hand, the slate in everyone's hands lit up. Everyone's magic came down one by one, such as Nevin's guidance, and gathered into Harry's hands through the transformation of the array.

In an instant, a blue light beam suddenly generated in front of Harry's stone slab and rushed away in the direction of the monsters.

The first monster could not move forward at the moment when it was directly hit by the magic beam.

And its pause naturally affected several other similar animals that followed closely behind it. Seeing this, the other companions tried to bypass the unlucky people who bumped together and then came to Harry, but Harry wouldn't let them succeed so easily.

With only a few changes of angle, he stopped most of the monsters and caused great damage to several direct hit monsters.

After that, Harry adjusted the orientation of the slate in his hand and swept one after another across the fish that had escaped the net.

One, two, three

Hermione at the back of the team watched the operation of the formation and glanced into the air from time to time.

When she saw that the number of monsters was decreasing one by one, even if she never planned to relax before the last moment, she couldn't help but slightly hook her mouth.

This scene undoubtedly proves that even if we have to rely on everyone's strength, she can finally help Maka! Finally!

"Two more!"

A moment later, Harry looked at the fluffy black fog floating silently in the air, and mercilessly pointed the slate at the last two monsters who were still rushing here fearlessly.

He could detect that the blue beam emitted from the slate was much thinner than at first, and the range was not as far as it had just begun.

Similarly, as people who maintain magic, they obviously show their tired faces one after another.

But fortunately, it seems that at least these last two are enough to clean up.

And in fact, as Harry estimated.

Before long, the last monster was suddenly penetrated under the impact of the magic beam, and then exploded into an inky black fog.

"Call -"

Harry immediately removed the slate from his hand, then held the broomstick handle and breathed a tired sigh of relief. Even his breathing seemed to become much heavier.

After a little rest, he looked back and saw a pair of bright eyes.

"... Hermione?"

"What?"

Hermione suddenly recovered, and then she saw the excited faces in front of her.

Yes, without so many classmates and predecessors who responded to her call, she can't defeat so many powerful dark creatures alone.

"Ah! I think... Retreat for the time being! Everyone must have a rest..."

After that, she turned her broom from the last to the leader - of course, when she landed, she didn't forget to take the bound little Victor with her.

Soon, she took the people to avoid a few wandering monsters and found an empty church that had been ravaged.

"All go in! You rest first... I'll stay and cast the protective spell at the end."

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Although little Victor has been tied by magic ropes since just now, his eyes and ears can still see and hear.

Just before he was in the air, he found that he seemed to have witnessed a clever battle with the cooperation of wizard groups.

He didn't understand what the stone tablets in the hands of those young wizards did, and what the effect of the blue magic beam was.

The only thing he knows is that this kind of magic that needs a group of wizards to complete together is absolutely very powerful.

For little Victor, everything in the magical world is still novel.

But what he didn't know was that even the vast majority of ordinary wizards born and raised in the magic world, even their life was not as wonderful as what he saw today.

Now little Victor is following R.A.'s friends to the church.

Although many people are curious about him, those little wizards wonder how he can so brazenly lead a lot of monsters to fly in the air.

Just because they were a little tired at the moment, no one took the initiative to talk to him.

So little Victor, who was still immersed in the battle just now, unconsciously followed everyone to the church and walked all the way to the innermost part.

"Well, sir? Why don't you sit down and rest?"

Harry watched the middle-aged man in suit and shoes follow his ass to the depths of the church. Now he sat down, but the other party just stood where he was, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"And... I remember you didn't have a rope? Who tied you up... Sir?"

"Well?"

Little Victor was called several times by Harry. Then he blinked blankly, and then looked at Harry sitting on the steps.

"Oh, is that what you're asking?" he twisted. "It's your companion. Look - it's the girl with curly hair. She seems to be worried that I'm a bad person."

"Are you a bad man?"

Harry looked up and down at little Victor, but without waiting for an answer, he shook his head again.

"Although many people say that you can't just look at your appearance, but... You don't look like a bad guy! HMM... are you a Muggle born wizard? This dress looks very good and should be very expensive?"

"It's not very cheap..." little Victor wanted to shrug, but found that his upper body couldn't move at all, so he had to smile, "ah! You just said 'Muggle born Wizard'? Can Muggle... Also become a wizard?"

Harry couldn't help but look puzzled at his question.

"Of course... Oh, don't you even know that?" he said. "Now there are more and more Muggle born wizards - that's what the history of modern magic says."

"No, I don't think what this gentleman wants to know is what you said..."

Suddenly, Hermione's voice came from behind Victor, attracting their attention.

Hermione, who had just finished the protective spell, came to them and looked at little victor and said:

"Sir, are you... A squib?"

In fact, she was not sure who the middle-aged man in a suit was, but she guessed some possibilities from the other side's expression of surprise and confusion from beginning to end.

At least this man is by no means a normal wizard.

"Squib? What's that?" little Victor didn't hear the term from Marca or freina. "Oh, sorry, I don't understand a lot of things... Oh, by the way, someone told me I'm a Muggle."