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It didn't feel like his own at all, and none of the 206 bones didn't hurt - not even the strength to hold anything.

Alan opened his eyes in extreme weakness and found himself in a bear hug.

It was a real bear hug that was not mixed with anything fake, and Anne summoned Tibbs again, and he was lying in Tibbs's arms at this moment, and in front of them was a blazing bonfire, and the two combined made him feel no cold at all because of his serious injuries.

Anne was nowhere to be seen at the moment, but it was probably nearby, after all, Tibbs was here.

Sure enough, not long after that, Annie's figure appeared in the distance - presumably to collect firewood or get something to eat, Alan smiled, and continued to accumulate magic to prepare for recovery.

At this moment, he was in a state of extreme weakness, he was really hollowed out, the previous battle consumed most of his magic power, the curse from Voldemort was in his body all the time, and of course, the most fatal was the final spell - Avada's life.

Although Morgana's shield shielded him from most of the damage, and Galen's physique made his body highly resistant to magic, the Unforgivable Spell was an Unforgivable Spell because of its unstoppable power.

Therefore, even when he saw Anne coming from afar, Alan still couldn't do anything about it—the most he could do was to show a big smile when Anne came over.

But the problem was that by the time Anne actually came, the expected smile had turned into a shocked face, and then froze.

He originally thought that Anne should get some firewood or gather some wild fruit or something, or catch a few rabbits.

But, apparently, he underestimated the little girl's prowess - under his astonished gaze, the little girl dragged a feline that was too large for her size.

Anne was very happy to see Allen's awakening, dropped her prey, trotted over in three or two steps, and a smile appeared on her face;

Yes, I'm awake, but what the hell is that guy - it's illegal!

Well, Eren didn't really care about that, it was just a small way for him to deflect the pain on his body.

Seeing that Eren turned his gaze to the prey, Anne suddenly smiled even more happily - "No, that's today's dinner, I'll make it later, brother, do you want to drink water?"

Alan nodded his head with difficulty—he didn't have the strength to speak at all.

With the sound of Ding Ling, Anne soon pulled out a bowl from the bag on the ground that had been on Alan's body - don't ask why Alan has this thing on him, as a Hufflepuff who doesn't have a cooking spice and a matching pot, then he is simply sorry for himself.

With the release of the spell of clear water like a spring, a bowl of water was quickly made out - on the fifty magic tips necessary for the life of a wizard.

After drinking the water, Alan continued to lie in Tibbs's arms to recuperate, while Anne began to cook with a smile on her face - but the picture was more or less inconsistent.

However, this sense of disobedience soon dissipated in the aroma of the barbecue, but at this moment Alan encountered a crisis in his life that could be ranked in the top ten.

Large, crystalline droplets of water dripped down heavily near the top of his head, leaving a huge puddle on the ground, and the source of the water tended to shift towards his head at the moment.

He was dead - but he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

The only thing he could do was to curl up as much as he could, and hope that Annie's meal would be cooked sooner - it seemed that today's battle had starved Tibbs, who usually lived on magic and a little bit of food.

Finally waiting for the meal to be cooked, Anne carefully asked Tibbs to gently lower Allen, and then lay down on the pile of dry branches that she had just brought and had been carefully leveled.

Anne's barbecue tasted better than Alan had imagined, but he didn't have the strength to bite directly, so he could only let Anne feed him a few small bites before switching to porridge made from a jar.

The one who really picked up the bargain was Tibbs, who was holding the big cat over there to nibble on it - and who knows why he liked cooked food so much, the hard bones clattering in his mouth like we were brittle.

It would have been a very beautiful scene - but unfortunately, this is often the time when uninvited guests arrive.

A man dressed in a mended-knit wizard's robe appeared out of thin air on the land, and when he noticed the campfire here, a gimmicked look appeared on his face.

Just as he was about to come, a wand was aimed directly at him.

It was a silent refusal - Anne couldn't have let a stranger come close when Eren was seriously injured.

"Don't worry, little girl, I really have no ill will, I'm just a lost traveler—a poor traveler trying to use your campfire to drive away the cold of the night and the weary travelers from travel. The man spoke in a pitiful tone of his harmlessness.

Unfortunately, in response to him, an obstacle spell exploded directly in front of the ground in front of him - a direct and unequivocal refusal.

"Okay, well, since you don't want to, then it's up to you. He waved his hands and stepped back, setting up a new campfire for himself far away.

Anne was also inconvenient to drive away, so she returned to her original position and began to continue feeding porridge to Alan.

As the warm porridge slid into his stomach, Alan felt that his strength had returned a little, and his magic was slowly recovering.

"Brother, where is this, why does it feel so cold?" said Anne as she fed her, gossiping about what she didn't have—because of these questions, the weakened Alan couldn't answer.

Still, Alan carefully identified the next direction - and then he gave up.

Although he could not see the same street in the day and night, it was still a little too difficult to identify the place he had never been.

The only thing he can confirm now is that this is still Earth.

In order to evade Voldemort, he removed several pointing runes from the circle - meaning he didn't know where to teleport.

That's why he didn't have to worry about Voldemort tracking down the trails - under the influence of those few variables, the direction of the chase could be half a world apart。。。。。。

As for now, Alan looked at the unfamiliar environment and continued to bury his head in eating porridge - whatever, eat first!