"Sir, I can help." Cedric's voice sounded next to him, "Take me with you."
"I know you can." Xing Ze gathered his thoughts and turned to look at the brave prefect, "But I have something else for you to do."
"As long as I can save everyone."
"Of course, can you use the radio?"
"Yes, I learned it in school."
"Very well, prefect, go find Mrs. Rebecca to get the key, and then go to the radio room to send out the distress signal."
Cedric nodded and turned to leave. Xing Ze grabbed him and whispered: "Don't trust anyone, Cedric."
A trace of hesitation flashed on the young prefect's face, but he soon understood. He gave a favor and walked quickly towards Mrs. Rebecca.
"Brave boy, if I could, I would really like to write a poem for him." Reko walked up to the front door, "My thoughts are flowing now."
Miss Edwin von Winkler - the scholar from Germany - at least that's how she introduced herself, was concentrating on casting the necessary spells on the three of them.
"Let's wait until you survive, Reko, don't yell now, I need to concentrate on casting spells."
"Why did you choose me?" Xing Ze whispered to Reko, "You can go out with the train conductor."
Recco looked disdainful, "Come on, those arrogant English people, they won't believe us at all. That aloof Auror, an old bastard who calls himself a gentleman, he regarded us as suspects and refused to allow us to leave the room.
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It seems that the communication between Benson and them was not smooth. Xing Ze thought to himself, and he asked: "You didn't answer my question."
"You are really a person who likes to get to the bottom of things." Reko curled his lips, "We need a trustworthy helper. You are a good choice. The old Auror believed in you, and you also successfully broke the curse. The important thing is...
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The poet cleared his throat and continued: "The important thing is that you saved three children from that madman. So we judge that you are a good person, at least not a bad person."
Xing Ze shook his head and whispered to himself: "If you saw what happened to that lunatic, you wouldn't jump to conclusions." He saw his body was shrouded in a faint light, Edwin's spell was working, and his body
It started to gradually warm up.
With the disappearance of the magic-suppressing curse, the spells returned to their normal effects, including the anti-freeze and moisture-proof curse, the light-footed curse, the vision-expanding curse...
Edwin's spells were precise and efficient. In Xing Ze's opinion, she was even stronger than the average Auror.
"Okay." She exhaled a big breath. Continuously casting spells is a test of a person's patience. "Bad weather will affect the effect of spells, especially the anti-freeze and anti-humidity spells. I tried my best."
"How long can it last?" Reko asked, "I don't want to freeze to death outside halfway."
"Half an hour at most."
"It's not bad." The poet said optimistically. He put his hand on Xing Ze's left shoulder and placed Edwin's hand on the other shoulder.
Xing Ze took a deep breath, and the next moment, the three of them appeared in the ice and snow.
An urge to vomit kept rising from Xing Ze's stomach, or maybe he was used to apparating in this world, but he obviously hadn't adapted yet.
Reko patted Xing Ze and said, "Let's get started. If we can survive, we should find a good place to have a drink."
The plan is simple, even crude. Xing Ze is responsible for seducing Novel Ke, and the scholar and poet is responsible for casting Tussel's flaming blasting spell.
This spell was invented by Alberta Tussel, a witch who participated in the 1430 All-English Wizarding Duel Championship and used her improved explosive spell to defeat Samson Wiblin, who was the most vocal champion, thus winning the championship.
won the championship.
The Flame Explosion Curse is powerful, but it also consumes a large amount of fire elements. Due to the imbalance of elements, Edwin plans to borrow Reko's own magic power to convert its pure magic power into fire elements for use. This undoubtedly requires precise control and
Good understanding.
In Xing Ze's view, wizard casting is no different from gun shooting, except that their shooting also includes the process of making ammunition.
Wizards rely on mental power to gather the surrounding elements or pure magic power, and then use spells, gestures, and even magic circles to shape these magic powers and elements, weave them into corresponding shapes, and then release them through wands.
Making ammunition takes time, not to mention this is a giant cannonball, so all Xing Ze has to do is buy time.
Time, time, is always time. Ever since he traveled through time, Xing Ze seems to have been racing against time.
The whole thing happened in just over an hour, and he spent most of the time in a coma due to that weird sphere.
Reality is not a detective story. Just light up your pipe, look at the scene, and meet the suspects, and you can dig out a lot of clues.
For a low-level detective, Xing Ze prefers to use money and fists to obtain clues. Unfortunately, there is too little time left for him, otherwise the matter might still be saved.
The Light Walking Charm provided a lot of help, allowing him to be as unaffected by the snow as possible.
He passed through the fiercest wind and snow and saw clearly the evil in front of him. His instinctive fear was like waves, hitting his rational dam one after another. And when he saw this monster, the waves gathered into a tsunami, and it
Pressed over the dam and washed away everything.
Xing Ze also saw Benson. The old gentleman was struggling to resist the blows of Novel Ker with an impregnable body. At his feet lay the train conductor whose life and death were unknown.
He used all his strength to suppress the fear in his heart, and reason returned to his brain again. The wand turned into a metal sphere could also be used, but Xing Ze didn't know the principle. He gathered his magic power, recited the incantation, and the top of the wand emitted a dazzling light.
Three large magic missiles pierced the sky and hit Novel Ke's body with unmistakable accuracy. The magic energy exploded immediately, and the monster wailed and quickly turned around.
Xing Ze has great confidence in magic spells. In this world, he is not inferior to Aurors in magic skills, otherwise he would not have been assigned to Ravenclaw back then.
Andros's missiles are his most proud magic. When used with full force, they are as powerful as grenades. They are the best choice for greetings.
Xing Ze did not continue to cast spells, all he had to do was attract attention and ensure that Novel Ke could enter the designated location.
He fully expected that the monster would attack him in anger, but unexpectedly, Novel Ke opened his forearms, like a person swatting a mosquito, and slapped Benson hard with his sharp claws.
The rising snow made it difficult for Xing Ze to see Benson's ending, but the monster turned its ferocious face and began to roar toward the sky, its voice rising and falling, making people's hearts tremble.