Chapter 558: McLean flying kick

The gravel scattered by the old housekeeper can effectively disrupt the curse and continuously disrupt the orderly magic flow into random magic with no power at all.
Obviously, it is a peculiar alchemy product, and it should be designed specifically through research. Otherwise, that kind of grit would not be so coincident that it has the key characteristic of being close to suspension.
Right now this room is almost a special area where it is difficult to cast spells.
In terms of effect, this is actually similar to the rune map that Lockhart used against Voldemort. The idea of ​​both is to try to temporarily let the enemies within range lose the ability to cast spells. The only difference is that Maca's rune array is used to dispel magic, while the old Edward's gravel disturbs the magic.
Of course, the power of Maca's rune array is much, even Voldemort's huge magic power can be emptied for him in an instant. If Voldemort was standing in this room at the moment, the sand and gravel would probably not be able to withstand Voldemort's powerful control of magic.
But the advantage of that alchemy gravel is that this stuff is especially convenient to use.
Just like most alchemy products are characterized by a low threshold of use, and ready to use, they can be described as a must-have for home travel and self-defense against the enemy. Compared to these, the big guys who need enough magic to run the Rune Array can only be regarded as a strategic weapon.
"Two people, I can't wait to end here," said old Edward, but he had already taken out a strange gadget in his hand, and he persuaded him while holding it in front of him. "If two people This turned and left, and I won't tell what happened today. "
Until this time, the two members of Taylor's family were surprised to find that even the silencing spell cast by the wizard had completely lost its effect.
No, it seemed that when Master Taifall was chanting the whole body restraint spell just now, the silencing spell had been broken. It was just that they were both stunned by the gravel, so that both of them temporarily ignored the curse.
"Mr. Steward," Master Tyfler looked at Old Edward with a mischievous expression, and frowned. "Do you think this is useful now? Don't say we don't believe it. Even if we believe it, it's impossible to leave."
He was right in saying this, once they raised their hands, they had to continue. They have already broken the rules on the bright side, and even if they retreat in this way, it is equivalent to voluntarily abstaining in this heritage event. Otherwise, is it still possible for them to benefit from it by legitimate means?
Offended the old Edward, the estate assignor who holds the right of final interpretation, wouldn't he even give up the possibility of positive participation?
Nicolas Mayer's alchemy heritage is extremely tempting, and their Tyfuller family did not intend to let it go.
Master Tyfulle quickly winked at the witch around him, and the other nodded silently. The next moment, the guy even took out a dagger, flickering towards the old Edward with a flash of cold light.
It seems that he is still a fierce character with a certain melee ability, which is quite rare in the modern magic circle that generally disregards cold weapons.
The old Edward suddenly changed his face when he saw it. In the interference space he created himself, he was also unable to cast a spell against the enemy. The opponent's movement is fast, and the running route is even more irregular. It is obvious that this guy also has a good melee skill.
He held another alchemy prop, but he was always hesitant.
Of course it is no problem to use it now, but the scope of influence of this gadget is not large. And whether it is missed or replaced with other items, it will give the other party a chance.
Want to bet
Perhaps Edward would choose to try it when he was young, but now, the older the more cautious Old Edward is, the more he fails to make such a decisive decision in such a short period of time.
Soon, the old Edward had been forced to the root of the wall, and the other party was only a few steps away from him.
"boom"
With a solid muffled sound, the witch with a sharp dagger flew straight out and hit the wall on the other side.
"Mike, McLean"
Our Master Ty Fowler was very surprised. It was more appropriate to be frightened than to be surprised. I saw his eyes widened, and the hands holding the wand shook.
As for the gloomy male witch who always had a dead face on his face, he still fell in the corner and tried to stand up again. Seeing his appearance, he probably did not fall lightly.
Maca stood in front of the old Edward, and he gently retracted his stomped feet, followed by but reaching out to fish in the air, and twisted some suspended gravel between his fingers.
"It's really interesting," he said curiously. "Sir, is there anything else in this thing? Can you give me some, I'd love to find time to study it."
Edward looked at him in surprise, and for a long moment he nodded slightly.
"Of course you can, I still have some here," the old housekeeper replied, "Well, Mr. McLean, it's been a while since we last saw each other. I didn't expect that we would be in this situation."
He didn't finish his words, but shrugged, indicating that he was helpless about the situation now.
To be honest, of the three people here except Maca, the one who saw the most sudden change just now is the old Edward. But even he only saw a terrible figure rushing out of the window, and then Maca, who was lifting his legs, appeared in front of him.
The male wizard who looked good just now flew out without a doubt.
What speed is the effect of an unknown spell? McLean is indeed a new generation of powerful men who can defeat the two Dark Lords together. They will not only use this unheard of magic, but also None of these alchemical gravels were affected.
It is rumored that this Maca McLean was the only pro-apprentice apprentice Dumbledore received in his life, and he was even more talented than Dumbledore himself. It seems that this may not have been exaggerated.
Of course, in the mind of the old housekeeper, Maca certainly did not know. He quickly agreed when he saw the other party, but he seemed quite happy. After all, his favorite thing now is to study these messy gadgets.
After giving a gesture to the old butler, he turned around and looked at Master Tyfler.
"We're meeting again," he smiled, and then politely said, "are you going to go by yourself or do you want me to take you out?"
"you"
Tiffler gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, but he couldn't speak anymore. He is not a stupid person. For Maca's shining debut, he naturally understands that most of the final outcome will be his own side. Not to mention dealing with Maca, just looking at the guy who has barely stood up against the wall until now knows how abnormal McLean is, who is younger than himself.
When he was dueling himself, he was able to create a terrible Frost Giant, and now he can kick his helper into the corner just by speed.
How to deal with such opponents
At least Typhoon couldn't think of it, maybe someone could deal with this McLean, but he knew that that person would never be himself.
"let's go"
Master Tyfler thought just that, and immediately made a decision. He stepped back cautiously, then circled to the spot where the witch was, and helped the other side to move to the door without hesitation.
"At least he's not stupid," Maca said with a smile on old Edward. "Actually, I don't like fighting with people. Compared to those who fight and kill, it's more suitable for me to do research in the laboratory ~ EbookFREE.me ~ That's really good "the old housekeeper couldn't help but laughed.
The two guys who stayed at Taylor's house exited the room, and the door closed again, leaving only Maca and Old Edward here.
"Mr. McLean, Maxim"
Edward was trying to speak, but Maca suddenly waved his hand and motioned him to stop talking. After seeing Maca looking at the door for a moment, she turned around and shook her head.
"They're gone," he said, "sir, I know Mrs. Maxim has notified you in advance."
"Yes," the old housekeeper nodded, "but I didn't expect you to watch outside all the time. Thank you for your help, or else."
Obviously, the guy who suddenly took out a sharp blade was not a bad idea. If Maca wasn't there, most of this old Edward wouldn't be able to retreat, even if he finally got away. Of course, the worse outcome is naturally that he was caught and missed. What happens afterwards is simply unthinkable.
The magic world is not always a peaceful world, and opportunities are naturally dangerous. Like the Muggle world, beneath the surface of peace, unknown turbulences are often hidden.
"It's nothing," Maca spread his hands easily. "I came here today with a purpose, and like them, they didn't act according to the so-called rules. This time I helped you, it was my priority. Reciprocated. "
"What's so rude?" Old Edward shook his head. "Mrs. Maxim and I chose you just because you gave us enough reasons to trust."
After hearing the words, Maca thought about it, but didn't find herself worthy of trust. Well, except for some whitewashing plans that he and Dumbledore combined.