amaotonovel Chapter 422 Not allowed!
Chapter 422 Not allowed!
Chapter 422 Not allowed!
Magic is stopped?
Ciri gave Harry a surprised look.
Has his magic reached this level?
Too late to think about it.
She swung her sword, unleashing her own power.
tick-
Time slowed down, like being stuck in the thick mud, except for herself, no one else could move freely, not even Harry and the old witch, but Hermione was the only one who noticed something was wrong, and moved slowly and hard. Turning his head, he looked in Shirley's direction.
The next breath.
Time returns to its original state.
Xili appeared behind Zhupo, and slashed away with a sword.
She was fat and fleshy, and the sword in her hand didn't pierce the defense of her body very well, it only cut off a few ropes, blood and flesh flew, and the stench was even worse.
The whispering woman clapped her hands again.
The crows imprisoned by Harry did not respond.
The magic fails.
Panicked, she grabbed the rotten hand hanging out of her breast pocket and threw it forward.
The dead body creaked and roared after landing, and the walking dead rushed towards Harry.
The cooking woman took out a bottle of potion from her pocket, laughed miserably, and threw it at her feet.
Green mist rose.
Rolled up and diffused toward Shirley.
That's bad, a potion made into a curse.
Harry's eyes lit up.
A very peculiar use of potions.
Ciri also noticed that the power of the blood surged and disappeared.
Hermione raised her wand.
She took a deep breath.
"Clear water is like a spring!"
The torrent of water spewed out from the tip of the stick, fell to the ground, and gathered into a pool in the blink of an eye, and the ground was wet.
"Are you really kind, or do you only know these playful magic?" Weaving woman whispered and sneered.
"Are you making fun of us and begging for mercy?"
"You will definitely die here."
They talk a lot.
Hermione waved her wand.
Three feet of ice!
The flowing water suddenly froze, freezing the feet of the three of them and sticking to the ground.
In terms of magic power, Hermione is far less powerful than Harry, and is only at the level of a normal little wizard. If she puts out all her magic power, she can also achieve the level of a huge deformation creation, but in a battle, it is obviously not a smart person to be so desperate. Actions taken in battle.
time.
Hermione is most proud of her use of time.
No matter what field she is in, she is not a master, but in terms of the breadth of knowledge, she is even confident that she can match Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, or even surpass them.
She is nowhere near as powerful as Harry.
but.
She was sure that she had mastered more spells than Harry.
The old witches felt bad.
shhh-
The clods and gravel around them flew up, twisted into sharp iron pieces, and diffused towards the three of them without any rules.
Field control, strong attack, make up knife.
Hermione used the most wizarding and most effective fighting method for her.
Random arrows pierced through the air.
Zhipo reacted too quickly, she conjured up a group of crows and hid herself among them.
The boiled poma has rough skin and thick meat.
The Whispering Woman is the biggest, but she seems to be very old, and she didn't react in time enough. She was pierced by a piece of iron and tied into a hedgehog.
Harry raised his wand and aimed it at the crows.
The flames surged, spreading from the center to the surroundings, and the pungent and scorched smell of feathers and flesh filled the air.
He waved at the whispering woman.
Huh, she flew in so fast that she couldn't control her body.
Harry raised his sword and stood where he was, waiting motionless.
puff-
The Whispering Po flew over, her neck pierced through the Snake Bone Sword.
The body continues to fly.
The head landed on the spot, two steps behind Harry.
The whispering woman is dead.
There were only two people left who had spoken mockingly just now, and their bodies were filled with fear and uneasiness.
The group of crows that Weaver turned into fluttered their wings and flew high.
The cooking woman dropped the potion and turned into a crow too.
Want to escape?
Harry watched them calmly.
But he only allowed one to escape, especially the cooking woman, she was not allowed to escape.
With a flick of the wand.
A tree in the forest turned into a huge hand, grabbed the crow that Zhupo had turned into, grabbed it tightly, pulled it down from the air, and then fell hard to the ground.
The crow that Zhima turned into screamed in terror and flew faster.
Harry ignored him, and just went straight to the cooking woman: "Will you not return to human form?"
"Do you still want to humiliate me?" Zhu Po returned to her ugly appearance, her face was covered by the rattan basket, and she couldn't see clearly, but her whole body was filled with an aura of extreme disgust and hatred.
Wand raised.
The rattan basket on her face melted away.
A face was exposed, as bloated and fat as her body, the skin was peeled off, and the flesh and blood spread out one by one.
The eyes are gray, not like normal healthy eyes, but they are there anyway.
Legilimency.
Harry looked at her, and mercilessly forced his way into her memory, from her birth to before she was killed by him.
That is a long memory.
The origin of the old witch surprised Harry a little.
She was originally a kind village witch, far away from the villagers, but coexisted with them, exchanging herbs for curing diseases for the resources needed for life and research.
but.
Kind people are destined to live a short time in this world.
Her home was broken into, a group of villagers raped her and tied her up, and a fire wiped away the evidence and all traces of her existence.
The lady in the forest used magic to resurrect them and make them what they are now.
Harry didn't care about that.
But these are closely related to the potion formulas she created.
He searched slowly, bit by bit.
From time to time, I pull out a silver thought and put it in the bottle.
"What is Harry doing?" Ciri was puzzled, and walked to Hermione with a frown.
Hermione distanced herself slightly: "I'm searching her memory, I think the few potions she used just now are very interesting, and I'm going to take them back to teach Professor Snape, our former Potions professor, and Harry. The relationship between them is very complicated, we can talk about it slowly when we go back."
Ciri still frowned: "A kind of black magic?"
Hermione gave her a surprised look: "No, why would you think so."
"In our world, although this is a forbidden spell, it is not black magic."
Ciri nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is."
"I noticed that you seemed to be aware of me using the power of the ancient blood?"
Hermione nodded.
"How did you notice that?" Ciri asked.She has the blood of the ancients, but she hasn't developed the power of this blood very well. Of course, although her progress is small, it is a power that manipulates time and space after all, and it can almost be said to be the most powerful in the entire world. Great power.
Hermione is excellent.
But she's not that strong yet.
"In order to be able to stand here now, I have been using a prop called Time Converter before." Hermione simply explained, "It allows me to have more time to study and often deal with time. The breath is a little sensitive."
Ciri nodded.
The baron hurried over with the children: "Ciri, and that witcher!"
(End of this chapter)