Hopefully this is the last time I've taken a leave of absence this month...

It's a little bit impractical...

A little bit...

I'm really trying to write today, but I just can't write the right thing...

Kavinka is so uncomfortable......

It's another day without an update......

The flag planted was indeed ......

Well, I hope it will be better tomorrow...=

Good night everyone,

Salted fish......

The flickering light of the fallen candle and the peculiar light of magic intertwined, piercing the twisted vines, and in the dim light, the red and white liquid ticking and falling sounded, and it was very clear to the ears of everyone in the room that had been silent for a while.

Allen, who had just deliberately untied the shield and was about to surprise the other party, looked a little surprised at the moment - he originally planned to surprise the other party, but even he didn't expect that the other party's magic backlash was so serious.

The reason why black magic is called black magic is not for nothing, it is extremely powerful, the injury is almost irreversible, and it can almost make the best doctor in St. Mungo say that it is hopeless and wait for death, just like a fierce fire, just like George lost his ear due to Snape's accidental injury, just like the spell used by this guy in front of him.

However, Alan didn't feel any sadness, that is, he was a little surprised that the other party died more completely, so he quickly put away this surprise and turned to look seriously at the group of guys who were completely scared.

It wasn't watermelon or anything that exploded at close range, but someone who was eating hot pot and singing with them a moment ago, even if the dark wizard often did some terrifying experiments, there would never be such a terrifying situation - in the narrow shield, there was not even a place to hide, and those viscous liquids with body temperature poured everyone's face in the dim light...

"Ah!!!h

A scream rang out, and the shield that glowed faintly shattered in an instant—it's strong to defend together, but the presence of a pig teammate in one of them means that all the work done was lost.

At the moment when the shield broke, the vines and roots on the ground rolled up wildly, and countless spiky vines frantically pumped towards the wizard who had lost all defenses, and then entangled with other vines, strangled with enough power to deform steel, without even a trace of resistance, the vines directly strangled in.

Wizards are already fragile, first-class wizards can easily destroy a street, but a spell can make this wizard never get up again - since everyone is an opponent and given a chance, then there is no need to think about keeping your hands or anything.

For the person who wants his own life, Alan thinks that it is better to send the other party to die as soon as possible, if he is not afraid that he will not be able to control his greed for killing, at this moment the other party even has to lie in the soul lamp - Alan shook his head, snapped his fingers, and the vine that was about to be completely strangled into it stopped directly, and rolled out a wizard who was in the innermost part who was vaguely relying on the magic props on his body.

"Well, you don't have anyone else, do you?"

Alan spoke calmly, as if he was saying hello about what the weather was like today.

"Let me go, let me go!" a mournful voice rang out, as if the other party had no idea of Alan's problem at all - until the vine tightened again.

"No, no, we're the last-" With a screaming voice, he answered Alan's question almost without any doubts, and made Alan, who was fiddling with cards, nod, well, it's true, it seems that there is no trouble ahead.

Compared with divining one's own affairs, divination is much simpler and more accurate when spoken in person.

"Well, okay, thanks-" Alan nodded, the vines curled, and then everything fell silent.

Three undamaged magic items, five broken but recyclable ones, and the rest can be used as burial items with their owners.

It's not a big gain, but it's a bit troublesome to shoot - but it's enough to cover the hard work of this shot.

Alan shook his head and looked at the battlefield as he took the spoils from the vines that had been cleaned up by countless roots, wondering how to clean them up.

After all, it is the land of German wizards, although the other party's good defense measures make the magic fluctuations of the battle inside not pass out at all, so as not to attract the Ministry of Magic monitors and even the Aurors to peep, but such a tragic battlefield will always bring all kinds of troubles if it is directly exposed, in order to avoid any follow-up troubles, the battlefield still has to be old.

The deformed wood quickly returned to its original state under the effect of magic, the torn floor became flat again, and the tables and chairs that were shattered by the spell in the battle were put together one by one except for those that were hit by black magic, and then stood in place, Alan was stunned, and then forcibly used magic to make the chairs that did not fit in place again, and then they were neatly placed together.

Except for the pile of guys buried under the floor, everything was back to normal.

The small time-turner was pulled out of Allen's pocket, the golden pocket watch fluttered on his knuckles, and then the hands turned wildly—as the hands turned, the chairs, tables, carpets, chandeliers, and candlesticks that had just been repaired began to fade and deteriorate like crazy, as if more than ten years had passed in a short instant.

"It's a pity," Alan put away his pocket watch, looked at the already dusty room, and looked towards the room, his eyes with a little regret, "Although I still have to use props, but I can reach this level in a short period of time, can I only target dead things and not living things?"

There was a thick layer of dust on the floor of the furniture, there were rotten places in the dark corners, and there were whiskers piled up of floating dust in the corners of the roof, but there were no cobwebs, and there were no magical creatures that had moved in or bred because of magic, and it looked extremely incongruous.

"That's it, I'll use up the stored energy, and I'll have to wait for the automatic charge", Alan looked at the time converter in his hand with disgust, and then put it away very carefully, and after confirming it again, he looked at the strange place of this generation angrily, and began to study how to break through the phantom shifting restrictions of the room layout.

If you rush back at this point, you should still be able to eat some dessert after the meal?

With this in mind, Eren chanted a spell - rather than apparition shifting, which was less skillful to use, Warp Leap was better suited for the current environment.

——

It's a lively banquet where there are more people and less than one person, and no one notices - to be exact, in most cases, two more or less, but it's not that bad.

Alan smiled and picked up the plate and blended into the crowd, sandwiching the freshly served snacks into the plate, and after hitting it, he was still hungry.

"Why does it smell so heavy with sweat on your body..."

A small grumbling sound came from Alan's ear, and then a small piece of pastry with thick chocolate, which had been a little cold, was stuffed into his mouth.

"Now, I just found this delicious, I've been looking for you for a long time. ”

Headache.,It's obviously a pit that I've been looking forward to designing for a long time.,No matter how you write, it's a feeling that you can't help but want to smash the keyboard......

It's a guy who has a good design, but when it comes out, it's as thin as paper, and it doesn't feel at all.

Headache......

What a thing to write about!

I don't even have the desire to read it myself...

Whew...

Poison bar......

It's obviously a very interesting story......

Leave of absence......

Well, take a leave of absence

I went to TMD to ask for leave!!

When will I recover...

"How's this one?"

"Very good, couldn't have been better - both in temperament and colour, it suits you perfectly. ”

Today's Anne uses a light blue hairpin to fix a simple ponytail, and the ends of her hair will sweep slightly over the beige trench coat when she speaks, although the light yellow sweater is not matched with this trench coat, but it does not give people a sense of disharmony, but looks a little more youthful.

However, it's a pity that Allen, who is poor in words, can't think of suitable words of praise, to be exact, the lame words of praise are all squeezed out by him.

"What about that and the one just now?"

"It's all right, why don't you buy them all?"

Then the clothes were politely returned, and Alan followed him to the next store.

Just as I was turning the street, there was a sudden sound of an argument ahead.

"I think you like that kind of friend, Darkala, I thought you would be a little more ambitious—at least worthy of your own blood, wouldn't you?"

The tone is quite flat, as if there is no emotion, but the mocking taste of the words, even if it is not the targeted, can still be felt very real.

Allen, who was smiling on his face, instantly refreshed himself as if he had been transferred to an air-conditioned room on the road in the summer, and even wanted to go over and do something immediately, but after thinking about it for a while, he decisively gave up this opportunity to have fun - since he promised to accompany Anne for a good stroll, then he didn't want any unpleasant episodes or anything in between.

"Let's go, go over there, I'm not interested in kids fighting or anything," Alan smiled and shook his head, pulling Anne to the other side - anyway, the streets here are covered by the Ministry of Magic, and if there is any excessive magic release, someone will apparition at the first moment, so there is no need to worry about accidents.

However, just as Eren had turned around, a familiar voice came, Harry's.

"Get out of the way, you're blocking me, I'm not interested in your business, but, I'm going over-"

"What in the past, little ghost? Who do you think you're talking to? You're talking to the noble Malfoys!"

Alan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became interested - this is the guy who made the mockery just now, calling himself Malfoy, what is the situation, pure-blood wizards have people pretending to be?

"Let's go, go over and take a look, brother, it seems to be the voice of your little apprentice. ”

Little apprentice?

It doesn't seem to be bad - although it collects money.

Alan was stunned, smiled and pulled Anne over to watch the excitement, although most of the time Anne took care of him, but he knew so well what to do?

At this moment, the corner of the street is already slightly blocked, Harry is standing in the farthest distance with Qiu, Harry's wand is pulled out at the moment, facing a blonde guy standing in the middle, about seventeen or eighteen years old, looking at Harry's face, it is possible to do something about the next moment.

And the other guy who was taunted earlier, unexpectedly an acquaintance, was Malfoy, who was supposed to be dating Pansy, and Pansy's two best friends were next to him as light bulbs or something—obviously, this wasn't a formal date, and he had to pull in a foil.

However, Alan vaguely felt that something was wrong was that one of them seemed to be named Daphne Greengrass...

Your circle is quite chaotic, especially at the moment when this person calls himself Malfoy, which is even more strange.

When looking at the situation on Allen's side, the other party was also looking at Allen-especially in a few common places with other badges and markers, and after finding that he didn't see anything familiar, the other party's calm and mocking tone turned on again.

"It turns out—"

"Smack. ”

Alan shook his fingers, the guy who called himself Malfoy was petrified by the slap on the wall, and Eren promised that the force would never alarm the Ministry of Magic or anything - after listening to the tone of the other's voice, he felt that he had a good idea of what the other person would say.

So, just let this guy stop.

Ignoring the other party's eyes that wanted to kill, Allen's gaze turned to Harry:

"Well, Harry, what's going on?"

It's a little uncomfortable...

It's a habit to take time off...

I really can't think about the plot normally...

I flipped it and found that I was in a slump for a long, long, long...

I'm going to face everything with a smile,

I'm going to be happy,

I'm going to have a cat,

I'll be strong,

Well, if yes,

So.

NetEase Cloud is still my secret one second, and the next second it jumps to just ordinary, it's really...

It's annoying, it's annoying, it's annoying...

So what...

Still...

No way...

One of the most annoying words is sorry, because that means that you have hurt and you intend to continue to do so...

But, yes, but, but...

I've used it so often myself...

I like content that makes people happy...

But how do I write it like that......

It's annoying, it's annoying, it's annoying...

What are you talking about?

I don't even know what I'm talking about...

That's it, I try to adjust myself...

And, come on...

"I don't know. Harry had an innocent look on his face, and he was definitely not pretending.

So the essence of your savior title is to cause trouble?

Alan rolled his eyes secretly, although he already admired Harry's superb skill in running around to the storage place where the Philosopher's Stone was hidden, but it was too good to get into trouble when he went shopping, right?

"Then it's none of our business. ”

Alan shrugged his shoulders and looked relaxed - although it was worth gossiping about Decola and his current girlfriend and Malfoy's future sister-in-law going out for a visit, but compared to the troubles, Alan felt that it was better to stay away.

As for slamming people against the wall, that's not a particularly serious problem - just listen to the accent and know that it's not British, even if it's pure-blood, it's useless.

The jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic may not be a country like that, but this does not affect the serious exclusivity of the Ministry of Magic in each region, the origin of potions, the output of magical creatures or something is not something that can be protected casually, and the establishment of the striker is not to cheat military spending, but it is really necessary, and there is really no war between wizards?

In terms of strength on the surface, the British Ministry of Magic, which has a lot of resources and land and the strongest white wizards, is the strongest, and the pure-bloods of other countries?

It's just a joke, even if it's an ordinary wizard, the prefect has an obvious Dumbledore label on his body, and the Ministry of Magic can't move because of a foreign pure-blood family, so it's simply a personal handle to the hands of political enemies.

"Let's go," Alan waved to Harry nonchalantly, motioning for Harry to come over and get out of the way, and he didn't care if Darka wanted to do something behind him.

However, just as Alan beckoned, a silver badge on the other party's chest emitted a white light, quickly cracking Allen's petrification spell, forcing Alan to change his gesture and press the other party against the wall again, holding him down.

However, the badge is still more or less the starting point, and the petrification spell on Allen's side did not fully work, allowing the other party to retain the ability to speak.

"What are you waiting for, do it!"

It wasn't the insults and ridicule that Alan expected, but the scolding towards Malfoy.

Who gave him the courage and confidence?' Alan rolled his eyes to himself, and then focused his attention on Malfoy's face on the side, at this point, Malfoy's face even had a normal blood color—judging from the young man's usual pale face, it was obviously a state of extreme anger.

To Allen's surprise, Malfoy in this state, after almost a brief hesitation, immediately pulled out his wand, and-

Syllable~!

Alan put down his other hand, his expression very calm.

It's not easy, after all these years, he finally saw the students in school dare to pull out their wands against him!

Courage is commendable, but it's better to shoot on the wall.

"Rubbish, descendants of the deportees, you are as useless as your own ancestors! you, like him, deserve only to be confused with Muggles and tarnish the noble blood of purebloods!"

Deportees?

Alan was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the Sirius family - the Black family has a good tradition of burning names from the family tree, and it seems that the Malfoys also have this habit?

If you think about it carefully, Armand Malfoy, that is, the first of the Malfoy family, seems to have mixed with the king of conquest? It looks like he has mixed with noble titles and fiefs, but he still can't get rid of it, he is following Muggles.

With this in mind, could it be that on the other side of the wall are the Malfoy family, who expelled the Armand Malfoy?

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