Chapter three hundred and seventy third Byron's miserable encounter
No matter how soft the grass is, the top is still very sharp.
"Squat down quickly!"
Reducing the affected area is a very wise decision.
Byron raised his wand, controlling the grass that had lost its target to move upwards, and then swung it downwards with all his strength.
Without Hermione's reminder, Daphne had already raised her wand to the top of her head.
The damage is low, but the quantity is sufficient.
The iron armor barrier on the tip of her staff lost its effect, and the school robe was torn by fallen grass.
Hermione quickly hugged her and raised her wand above their heads.
"Ah——" The grass pierced their exposed school robes and stuck on the skin of their shoulders and arms.
"Greengrass, you have to blame yourself!" Byron clenched his wand tiredly, as if he wanted to continue casting spells.
Perhaps due to excessive consumption, he did not succeed the first time.
On the second try, Hermione and Daphne stood up with help.
Half of their bodies were covered with grass, and the exposed face also had several cuts.
"Separation of left and right——" Byron finally succeeded.
When he was about to recite the next spell, he raised his head as if he noticed something.
Their trembling little hands tightly grasped their respective wands.
"Wan Dan——"
"Fainted to the ground!" X2
Two orange-red magic spells shot over.
Byron received a blow on the head and another on the chest.
He flew backwards, picking up the newly separated grass.
When he opened his eyes and regained consciousness, not only was there burning pain all over his body, but he also saw an extremely gloomy face.
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Half an hour ago,
A cave deep in the Forbidden Forest.
Jomgander closed his eyes, and in front of him was Vincent who was reshaping his hood.
Hagrid sat next to him, with various exclamations coming out of his mouth frequently.
The liquid mithril turned back into a hood, and finally into an eye patch.
Vincent picked up his wand and carved his own magical runes on it.
"Scare off Merlin's long beard!" Hagrid watched him put Jomgander back on without blinking.
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The appearance is exactly the same, but the size is slightly larger.
"Vincent, can't you make one that adjusts its size automatically?"
Jomgand opened his eyes and tilted his big head to express the same confusion.
"That one is a bit difficult." Vincent patted his chest, "But I learn very quickly. Maybe next year or the year after that I will be able to do it."
Hagrid and Jomgand nodded their heads together.
Although they didn't understand alchemy, they could feel an undoubted confidence in his tone.
Even the International Association of Alchemists can't replace the original hard metal form with elastic braid.
Vincent is not talking nonsense.
In Nico's treasury he inherited, there was an alchemical robe that could not be considered exquisite, but was entirely made of mithril threads.
You can add other forms at will, and you can also draw various magic circuits.
If there were an international alchemist competition, this robe alone would guarantee first place.
Hagrid and Jomgand nodded their heads in confusion the whole time.
"So, I will disassemble and reshape the robe bit by bit. I should be able to create a thicker braid in two years."
Vincent, who was a little dry-mouthed, took out a bottle of Coke and two cups, one large and one small, from his suitcase.
He cast an ice-making spell, added ice cubes to the two glasses and filled them up.
"Hiss——"
"You said this, this is fat house happiness - ahem, this is Coke."
Vincent raised the cup and drank it all in one breath.
"Hiccup-" He took out a larger bottle of Coke from his suitcase, "Do you want to try it?"
Jomgand nodded his big head.
Hagrid raised a large cup filled with dark liquid that was bubbling upwards.
No matter how bad the taste of this thing is, it should still be better than Gamp's old social wine.
When the tongue touched the liquid, those small bubbles actually exploded.
He opened his big round beetle-like eyes and swallowed faster.
"Tons, tons, tons——"
He drank a large glass of Coke with ice cubes all in one go.
"belch!"
He gave Vincent a thumbs up, "Indescribably wonderful drink!"
Jomgander spat out the letter and looked longingly at the large bottle of Coke in front of him.
"Bah-" The bottle cap was unscrewed.
Without thinking, it bit the mouth of the bottle with its long pointed teeth, raised its big head and drank.
"Hiss!!!!"
Although it doesn't burp, the whole cave echoes this admiration.
Vincent straightened his messed up hair.
Hermione's family runs a dental clinic, so she should have large dental care tools.
Um?
He looked down at his watch and said, "It's strange, she can't be lost."
There are always endless topics to talk about between girls, but they don't have to chat for nearly an hour.
Hagrid quickly stood up and said, "It couldn't have been an accident, right?"
Jomgander raised his big head and said that as long as it was around, the Acromantula would have to live on its eight legs.
“Could it be——” Vincent picked up the suitcase, “Hagrid, they might have been targeted!”
"Targeted? Targeted by what?"
"Black Swan."
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After Hermione and Daphne knocked Byron away, they both fell on the lawn as if they were exhausted.
After resting for a while, Hermione took out a semi-circular white cloth bag from the inside of her left school robe that looked like a rag.
Fortunately the material is good enough, otherwise the contents inside would be ruined.
Whenever an object cast by the Traceless Stretching Charm is destroyed, the space inside will collapse back to its original appearance.
Without protective magic, it would be difficult for wizards to escape.
"I don't know the healing spell yet, so I'll use this to bandage it first."
Daphne's little hands trembled slightly as she took the roll of bandages handed over to her.
After carefully casting a floating spell to pull out the grass, they took off their school robes after a while.
The wound was a bit small and the blood didn't flow too much.
Fortunately, it only punctured the epidermis and some capillaries. If it had been punctured deeper, the coagulated blood scab would have stuck to the clothes.
Hermione was okay, she had practiced after all.
Daphne was a spoiled eldest lady who was in so much pain that she couldn't even put a bandage on it.
"Let me help you." Hermione's movements were gentle.
"Thanks."
"You are welcome."
They stood up and walked towards Byron, who was lying on the lawn and rolling his eyes.
"Don't worry, he must have fainted."
Daphne retracted her little hand that had reached halfway.
It's just two coma spells, it won't send people to see Mr. Merlin.
The more Hermione looked at Byron's big face, the angrier she felt.
He has no gentlemanly manners at all, and calling him a witch scum is an insult to the witch scum.
There was a "pop" sound, and the corner of Daphne's eye twitched a little.
There was another "pop" sound, and her eyelids were beating wildly unconsciously.
The power of the solid leather shoes was so amazing that they could stomp Byron into a pig's head in less than ten seconds.
However, Hermione didn't seem to let him go.
She raised her little foot downwards, tilted it back slightly for a while, and then kicked it hard.