Chapter 1403: Mediocre mediocrity

This is a rural field, and by reason, it should be a place with a wide view.
However, the large area of ​​cornfields that are in good shape is a height that will be completely invisible as soon as one enters, which makes it difficult for the Aurors at the church to see if a black wizard is lurking in it.
"... where is the enemy?"
As soon as he got downstairs, Ron immediately came to the window for observation, but no matter how he looked, he didn't find half a figure.
There was a green corn field over there in the sun, and it looked quiet.
Ron suddenly regretted it--he knew it this way, he shouldn't have come down in such a hurry just now, wouldn't it be better to look upstairs first?
However, it would be silly to go back to the second floor now.
"Probably over there," or an Auror next to him, pointing to a position on the right front, "It's just that those guys must be keeping moving. Now where they're going, it's hard to say! "
In fact, the thin Auror who came downstairs to report the letter had pointed out the direction for them, but Ron was still a little absent-minded, so he didn't see it.
Of course, Ron soon realized that he no longer had to worry about finding out where the enemy was.
"coming!"
"boom--"
Almost as soon as the two figures rushed out of the corn stalks, several Aurors looking down at the fields upstairs cast their spells without hesitation. With the explosion that overlapped, the soil and corn stalks flew up instantly, completely enveloping the first enemy.
However, the number of enemies is obviously far more than two, and the blocking of the Aurors is more than that. At the next moment, there was no need for more command. The Aurors standing at the side of the window immediately retracted the window and stretched out their wands together.
Ron was right in front of the window at the moment, and apparently nobody would come to catch him. Seeing that everyone around him raised his staff to cast a curse, he subconsciously touched his wand along with the current.
But ... what spell should he use?
"do not care!"
Looking at the several Aurors crowded with him, they had already released the explosion spell in harmony. Although he could not use the silent spell skills in such a difficult magic spell as they did, he could simply cast it. .
After all, he is also a member of. Anyway, he has also practiced hard against the "learning materials" given by Maca for so long!
"Thunderbolt explodes!"
Ron did it in strict accordance with the curse requirements on Maca's information. He remembered that in the first summary of the thick material, he mentioned these two points:
"When you can't use a silent spell technique to give a certain spell more concealment, read every syllable of the spell clearly and completely to ensure that it can reach the highest intensity you can. "
"Before you really understand the nature of a certain magic spell, strictly abiding by the rules of mantra recitation is the only way to make it work best."
In other words, before reaching a certain high level, the technique of silent curse is actually not necessary. Because when using this technique, the strength of the spell itself is often reduced.
"boom--"
Even Ron himself was surprised when Ron released the explosion with a well-rounded mantra chanting suddenly in more crowds of black wizards.
Because he found that the power of his explosive spell was not lost to those Aurors, but even exceeded the average level.
But ... well, it's just more than that.
Compared to Ron's own surprise, the Aurors next to him did not feel that there was anything wrong with it-this is the friend of Mr. Maca McLean, and he cast the same intensity as before. The explosion curse, on the contrary, made people feel a little disappointed.
However, Ron also said earlier that he was not good at actual combat. Therefore, this ability to cast spells seems to be slightly understandable.
At least it is better than the average adult wizard, which is very reasonable!
"Mr. Weasley, give it to us here first! The enemy is coming sooner than expected, but we should be able to withstand it for a while ... you can take advantage of this time to arrange it!"
It seems that the group of Aurors have determined that he has other means of strengthening.
This is equivalent to showing that although Ron's strength can already be regarded as good. But in the eyes of sorcerers who fight full-time like "Auror" and "Black Wizard striker", they have not played a decisive role.
So Ron was kicked out.
"Oh, okay ... okay."
With a look of aggression, he stepped back from the window and gave up his position to another Auror who was preparing to replace, while he stood honestly aside.
It wasn't long before Ron murmured secretly, muttering:
"This spell-casting power can keep up with the working Aurors. Generally speaking, such students are top elites in the sixth grade. But ... but how can I not be happy at all?"
Capturing the magic wand in his hand, Ron hesitated a bit, and then left all those power comparisons that didn't make much sense behind him.
"Are these people expecting too much from a minor wizard who hasn't even finished fifth grade?"
Although he said so secretly, in fact, his expectations of himself were not lower than others, and even higher.
But unfortunately, he still has a huge gap with his imaginary himself. To reach the ideal level, it is still far behind!
"It doesn't seem to work with a magic spell. Maca's fire bottle is used at a critical moment, so it must not be used at this time."
That question at the beginning ~ EbookFREE.me ~ After a long circle, it suddenly returned to the origin again-what should he do next?
"Sure enough, I just ran away when I saw something wrong?"
He stood behind Auror, looked over the shoulders and looked out the window, and saw the black wizards far away. It can be found that the battle is naturally continuing, but compared to the original, the enemies have also started to fight back.
Ron stared at the situation outside, his brain moving quickly, trying to come up with at least a workable plan for himself.
However, after all, trying to turn the tide on depends on his strength to speak, and obviously he still can't.
"Is it still a flaming flask? Just throw a few punctuation, and luck, and a few enemies ..."
Thinking about it, his left hand had touched the pocket containing the potion again, and then holding the potion bottle inside again fell into deep thought.
"Should ... near anything!"
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