Chapter 1170: Clouds in the mist

?"boom--"
With the heavy blow that even the ground seemed to tremble, the dust suddenly rose up, making the streets that were already under the influence of the fog even more hazy.
For a while, no one knew whether the dwarf had escaped, or did not escape, except the wizard who caused the hit.
"Is he ... dead?"
Pansi was obviously very sensitive to death now. When she saw the giant palm made of earth and stones falling suddenly, she couldn't help but ask a whisper beside her.
Immediately afterwards, I heard the trench coat wizard calmly said:
"No, no. He avoided ... but I think he shouldn't have escaped completely."
The voice fell slightly, and an angry roar came from the dust, which timely proved that the judgment given by the trench coat wizard was correct.
I only heard the gnome sorcerer loudly in the dust and mist:
"What are you doing! Don't help me move this! Oh, ... my feet!"
As soon as he had finished speaking, those church members who were always standing still cast a floating spell one by one, and with a stubborn look, they obediently moved the mudstone hand to the side.
As the dust settled, the figure of the gnome sorcerer finally appeared again.
It can be seen that his injury was not so bad just now--his left foot was obviously not able to dodge and was pressed underneath, now he has completely deformed, and the blood mixed with dirt looks a little scary.
But I have to say that his patience is still very strong. Even if his feet were injured like this, he never yelled from beginning to end.
However, of course, the pain must still be very painful, which led to him habitually cursing.
"Uh, what's wrong?"
After seeing the windbreaker wizard smashing that, he just stood at the alley and looked over there, leaving the group of opponents to move away the huge mudstone palms that had been restored to death. Panxi could not help but ask her .
Looking at Pansy's slightly doubtful appearance, the trench coat wizard didn't explain much, just shook his head slightly.
"It's nothing."
After all, she walked towards the injured Kingsley.
As she approached the siege circle, a few of the priests under the wizard also wanted to stop the spell, but she was quickly waved away by her continuous wand. Not only that, she also spotted the opportunity to fly two of them out, and the whole process was natural and casual.
"Mr. Shaker, should you take the healing potion? I suggest you better stop the blood as soon as possible ... you don't have to worry about it here."
"Ah ... it's you? You're the one next to Maca--"
Of course Kingsley had seen her, but she was a little surprised because her voice suddenly became so pleasant from the earlier hoarseness.
Ok! It seemed that he didn't have much time to pay attention to this at this moment.
"Anyway, thank you."
Kingsley did carry potions ... or, because of Maca, the main members of the Order of the Phoenix usually carry enough potions.
As a matter of fact, even if the trench coat wizard failed to make a shot just now, Kingsley, who still had a potion, would obviously not wait that long.
Well, it's really hard to say just if you can't escape.
With the trench coat wizard guarding, Kingsley naturally did not have to hold on to his injuries to stay alert. Not to mention Maca's trust and praise for the witch, even the two hands just now are enough to reassure Kingsley.
It is a pity that while Kingsley took out the white fresh essence to prepare for "luxury" at this urgent moment, the other dwarf naturally would not wait there.
He saw that he flipped the hood on his head back and stared straight up.
"Who the are you!" He exasperated. "The strength is good ... I have the ability to show my face and let me remember you!"
But how could a trench coat wizard reveal his identity because of these few words? Seeing the other person standing on one foot, regardless of the blood flowing, she shook her head.
"If you want to go, please go ... I won't stop you."
"what?"
With that dwarf's temper, he never expected that the trench coat wizard would say so.
To be honest, no matter how he can stay dead, he will not understand that there is a huge gap between the two sides. If the other party wants to win him directly, it may take a few minutes.
However, the other party said that he could leave?
"Don't want to go?"
The trench coat wizard seemed to be afraid that he would not leave first. He asked a question first, and then threatened to be authentic:
"If you really don't want to leave, I don't think I would mind sending you a ride."
"and many more!"
The gnome sorcerer had seen his opponent raise his hand and raised his wand, and immediately felt as if threatening, and immediately greeted his followers:
"Go! I hope you can continue to live, don't unfortunately meet the teacher ... As long as there is a period of time, I can let you see my true strength!"
Before leaving here, and retreating into the mist, the gnome sorcerer made an unauthorized reservation for the next match.
But the trench coat wizard seemed to have not heard him at all. After seeing the other person's figures disappear, he immediately turned to look at Kingsley's side.
And just then, Pansy couldn't help but wonder:
"Why let them go? Black wizards like them that disturb law and order, at least have to be sent to Azkaban?"
But this time, the trench coat wizard still did not give her an answer.
"Mr. Shaker, then Miss Parkinson and I have more work to do, so here we are."
After speaking, she turned back to Pansy, who was still puzzled, and went back to the original alley along the way without looking back.
Instead, Pansy, as she left, couldn't help looking back.
"Is Makar giving them any urgent tasks again?"
Kingsley was just as curious as Pansy.
...
To be honest, the fog in London already knows a lot of people, but there are some dark wizards who do not know where they come from, but not many people know.
Yes, even Hermione and others are not at all aware of those details.
"Luna, start again and get ready."
In Hogwarts, Hermione and Luna are cooperating again to try to start the map-just now they have succeeded once, but the success of one or two is obviously not much in the face of the failure of the examination.
If this magic shield can be opened repeatedly without any problems, then it can be called "complete".
"Ok."
Luna nodded, and immediately leaned down with Hermione, resting her hands on the edge of the slate beside her feet.
"Ron!" Hermione reminded.
"Well," Ron heard, saying loudly, "Ready-three, two, one! Start!"
"laugh--"
Accompanied by the frictional sound of the slate being slowly moved, the two rune slabs were simultaneously corrected. Suddenly, the inscription on the core rune board at the center of the observatory began to emit a faint blue light.
Immediately afterwards, a group of lights condensed and formed, and flew straight into the air.
This time, the formation of the shield was still very fast, and until the castle was finally completely covered, there was no unstable collapse.
It wasn't long before Hermione and Luna removed the slate again to lift the energy-intensive magic shield, and began to gather together to discuss the end.
It was also at this moment that an owl fluttered its wings from the sky and flew towards the astronomical tower.
"Ron, do you think that is the old owl in your house?"
This was still good for Luna's eyes, and she had already discovered its existence before the other party flew.
"Oh, it seems so? Uh ..."
Ron sighed as he watched the owl fly crooked in the air.
"Did Charlie get a new owl last time? The roaring letter was sent by the new owl last time. Why did you send it out again this time?"
"Yeah!" Ginny pursed his lips. "Poor old Erol, I'm really worried that it will fly out of strength and lose its strength, and I will fall to death without any attention."
The two were talking, and saw the owl Errol flutter down to the observatory. Ron saw that it was almost flying out of breath, and quickly reached out to pick it up, but he bumped into the old Erol.
"Oh ... I hope Ron's skull is not as hard as he thought."
Several people on the observatory gathered around, all busy checking for owls for injuries, and no one cared about Ron.
"Hey! Can't you always put love on someone other than me? Will I be hurt too?"
"To shut up!"
Hermione glared at him again habitually, before shaking the envelope in his hand.
"It's for you. Your name is on the envelope ... but there is no sender," she said. "Can you open it?"
"Oh, of course ... you can do whatever you want!"
Ron was standing with his head to his side, and it seemed that they hadn't expected them to care about their feelings for a long time, squatting and squinting and rubbing his back with a wave.
Just now I was hit by the old Erol ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He fell down on his back at the time, and now his head hurts fiercely.
"His ... it seems to be swollen ... Ah! Mrs. Pomfrey went along with the study boat ..."
Just as Ron thought about going to Maca to get some medicine, he heard the girls who were reading together, and Hermione and Ginny suddenly whispered at the same time.
"What's wrong?" He hurried to stand up again, and hurried to the other side, "What's in the letter ... No, then, who sent this letter to me?"
When Hermione heard it, she paused a little before she reached out and handed the stationery directly to him.
"It was sent by Percy," she motioned, "you see for yourself! I want ... uh ..."
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