"Oh! Are you and that boy together? Thank you... Hey!"
"Confinement quickly!"
Little Victor, who had just escaped from the chase, descended from high altitude and stopped beside Hermione and other RA members.
Originally, he wanted to express his gratitude. After all, it was their companion who saved him from the biggest crisis in his life. How could he not convey his gratitude to the other party!
But who would have thought that he had just pulled the broom handle to stop at the edge of the neat formation, and before he even had time to finish speaking, he saw the girl flying at the end suddenly put the "little wooden stick" in her hand. Shake it.
Immediately afterwards, he was tied up tightly by a rope that "popped" out of the wooden stick.
"What are you doing," little Victor looked at Hermione in astonishment and asked, "Why are you tying me up? I... I'm not a bad person!"
On the other side, Hermione just shook her head at him apologetically.
"Sorry, sir," she said, "I had to do this when I wasn't sure whether you were an enemy. Soon we will face the attack of more than twenty dark magical creatures - yes, They are the ones who were chasing you just now, so please understand."
"Oh..." Little Victor glanced into the air and nodded, "Okay! If you think this will make you feel more at ease - although I'm really not a suspicious person."
"Thank you for understanding what I did," Hermione said, and suddenly waved her hand and said, "Harry is back, everyone, be ready! Don't make any moves!"
When it comes to the speed of the Firebolt, it is really fast.
After Harry interfered with the flight of those monsters, causing them to collide into a ball, he continued to fly forward after notifying little Victor to leave.
And in just a short while, the slightly confused monsters separated again, and then rushed straight in his direction.
But even so, he only made a circle at high altitude, and soon he was able to throw those monsters away for a long distance. If he keeps flying in a straight line, it won't take long for those dark guys to be completely lost.
However, no matter what Hermione was thinking, at least Harry never thought of just shaking them off. What he wants is to eliminate all these monsters that harm other people's lives!
So, he even deliberately slowed down a little, then pressed the broom and leaned over to fly towards the RA crowd.
"Are you ready?"
Harry asked loudly as he approached the big guy. At the same time, he also violently pulled the Firebolt to the side, relying only on inertia to stop steadily in the center of the formation.
When he looked up at the monsters swooping down after him, Hermione's reply also rang in his ears.
"That's it!"
Compared with the previous situations where he had to deal with a single monster so many times, it was obvious that this time Harry hardly needed to rely on manual correction to hit the target.
But as soon as Harry raised his hand, the slates in everyone's hands lit up with light. Everyone's magic began to flow under the guidance of runes one by one, and converged into Harry's hands through the transformation of the array.
In an instant, a blue beam of light suddenly emerged from in front of Harry's stone slab, heading straight towards the direction in which the monsters were flying.
The moment the monster that bore the brunt was directly hit by the magic beam, it was immediately unable to move forward.
And its pause naturally affected several other similar species that followed closely behind it. Seeing this, the other companions tried to bypass the unlucky ones who had collided with each other and headed towards Harry, but how could Harry let them succeed so easily.
With just a few changes of angle, he stopped most of the monsters, and also caused considerable damage to several of the ones that hit directly.
After that, Harry adjusted the direction of the slate in his hand one after another, and swept over the fish that slipped through the net one after another.
One, two, three...
Hermione, who was at the back of the team, was paying attention to the operation of the formation, while also glancing into the air from time to time.
When she saw that the number of monsters was decreasing one by one, she couldn't help but curl her lips slightly, even though she had no intention of relaxing until the last moment.
This scene proves without a doubt that even if she still has to rely on everyone's help, she can finally help Maka! finally!
"Two more!"
A moment later, Harry watched the puff of black mist in the sky float away silently, and mercilessly pointed the stone slab at the last two monsters that were still charging towards them without fear of death.
He could notice that the blue beam emitted from the stone slab was much thinner than before, and its range was not as far as it was at the beginning.
Similarly, everyone who maintains the magic power is obviously tired.
But fortunately, it seems that at least these last two are enough to clean up.
And the reality was just as Harry estimated.
Not long after, the last monster was suddenly penetrated by the impact of the magic beam, and then exploded into a fog as black as ink.
"call-"
Harry immediately removed the slate in his hand, and then he leaned on the broom handle and breathed a tired sigh of relief. Even his breathing seemed to have become much heavier.
After taking a short rest, he turned around and saw a pair of shining eyes.
"...Hermione?"
"What?"
Hermione came back to her senses immediately, and then she saw the faces in front of her that were excited and mixed with heavy fatigue.
Yes, without so many classmates and seniors who responded to her call, she would definitely not be able to defeat so many powerful dark creatures in one fell swoop.
"Ah! I think... let's retreat for now! Everyone must take a break..."
After saying that, she turned the broomstick around and changed from the rear to the leader - of course, when she landed, she didn't forget to take the tied up little Victor with her.
Soon, she led everyone to avoid several wandering monsters and found an empty church that had been ravaged.
"Everyone, go in! You guys rest first... I'll stay at the end to cast the protective spell."
…
Although little Victor has been tied up with magic ropes and unable to move at all since just now, his eyes and ears can still see and hear.
And while he was in the air, he realized that he seemed to be witnessing a clever battle coordinated by a group of wizards.
He didn't understand the function of the slates in the hands of those young wizards, let alone the effect of the blue magic beam.
The only thing he knows is that this kind of magic that requires 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 lives of most ordinary wizards who were born and raised in the magical world were not as exciting as what he saw today.
Now, little Victor is following RA's friends towards the church.
Although many of the little wizards were very curious about him, they wondered how he could so blatantly lead a lot of monsters to fly in the air.
But because they were really exhausted at the moment, no one took the initiative to talk to him.
Therefore, little Victor, who was still immersed in the battle just now, followed everyone to the church without knowing it, and walked all the way to the innermost part without knowing it.
"Uh, sir? Why don't you sit down and take a rest?"
Harry watched this middle-aged man in a suit follow him deep into the church. Now he was sitting down, but the other man was still standing there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking. I was so lost in thought.
"And... I remember you didn't have a rope on you just now, right? Who tied you up... Sir?"
"Well?"
Little Victor was called several times by Harry, and then he blinked blankly, and then looked at Harry sitting on the steps.
"Oh, is that what you're asking?" He twisted and said, "It was your companion. Look - it was the girl with curly hair who did it. She seemed worried that I was a bad person."
"Are you a bad person then?"
Harry looked at little Victor up and down, but before he could answer, he shook his head.
"Although many people say that you should not just judge people by their appearance, but... you don't look like a bad guy! Um... are you a Muggle-born wizard? This dress looks very good, it must be expensive, right?"
"It's not very cheap..." Little Victor wanted to shrug, but found that he couldn't move his upper body at all, so he had to smile, "Ah! Did you just say 'Muggle-born wizard'? Muggles... can also become wizards" ?"
Hearing him ask this, Harry couldn't help showing a puzzled expression.
"Of course... Oh, don't you even know this?" he said, "There are more and more Muggle-born wizards now - this is what the history of modern magic says."
"No, I think what this gentleman wants to know is not what you are talking about..."
Suddenly, Hermione's voice came from behind little Victor, attracting both of their attention.
Hermione, who had just cast the protective spell, walked up to them, looked at little Victor and said:
"Sir, are you... a squib?"
In fact, she was not sure who this middle-aged man in a suit was, but she could guess some possibilities from the look on his face that was filled with wonder and confusion from beginning to end.
At least this person is by no means a normal wizard.
"'Squib'? What is that?" Little Victor had not heard this term from Maka or Frena. "Oh, I'm sorry, there are a lot of things I don't quite understand... Oh, by the way, someone told me I said, I'm a 'Muggle'."