The man in the strange robe that he was a little familiar with walked towards him, the watermelon in the hand of the melon farmer rolled to the ground, rubbed the ground and pulled out the wand on his body, pointed at the comer, watched the other party gradually approach, and pretended to be bold and asked, "This... Are you a new colleague or a contact from a pure-blood family? I don't think I've seen you down there, hello, my name is... According to your English pronunciation, it should be Kaji Ryouji... Wait stop getting closer, or else..."

But as soon as his wand was fixed on the person who came, the other party lifted his hood in front of him, and he finally saw the appearance of the person who came, and the melon man was so frightened that his throat tightened, and he couldn't make a sound at all, and he felt that the palm of his hand holding the wand was sticky, and his bright forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

His hands trembled, in this case he should have held down the Death Eater Mark and reported the news of Allen's arrival, but under the other party's gaze, he didn't dare to make any moves, and his mind was full of how to save his own life.

"Alan Ha... Principal Harris... I... I..."Feeling the dangerous and cold aura on Alan's body, the melon farmer who stumbled back a few steps only felt a stream of heat flow down from the root of his leg and through his trouser leg, "I'm a... Growing melons... Don't kill me..."

"So the boss... How much does your melon cost?" Alan laughed with a high level of affinity, but it was obviously even more terrifying in the eyes of the melon grower.

"You can take it! you can take it!" the melon farmer only felt more panicked.

"Let me ask you, how much does your melon cost?" Alan smiled for a long time.

Seeing that he couldn't satisfy the other party without money, the ponytail witch opened his mouth, and when he saw that the other party made a picture that he really wanted to buy melons, he didn't dare not cooperate even if he knew that most of them were deliberately trying to find fault.

The ponytail wizard wiped the sweat from his forehead with his magic robe, and subconsciously blurted out: "7 Galleons...... Ahh ”

The pony-tailed wizard noticed that the other party did not answer him immediately, but pressed his finger on his arm as they usually used the Death Eater mark, and waited for a few more moments before Alan raised his head and smiled apologetically, like a good customer: "Sir, can you please help me pick one?"

"Hey!" The melon farmer replied a little slurred, his heart rose to his throat, and he felt that he could not breathe, he stiffly stepped out of his legs, walked to the field, and flicked the watermelons one by one, only to feel a sense of despair - this Harris didn't want to let himself go into the watermelon field and then solve himself.

The melon grower witch trembled and picked a watermelon that he thought was growing better, patted it to confirm, took a deep breath and turned back in fear, only to find that Alan didn't seem to want to make a move on himself at all, standing on the edge of the field with his arms crossed and looking at him, as if he was really here to buy a watermelon.

Although relieved, the melon grower walked back in a trembling voice, and he handed the watermelon in the direction of Allen, "Mr. Harris, what do you think of this?"

"You melon, is it ripe?" Allen's hand also placed on the watermelon and patted it gently, and the watermelon made a dull muffled sound, as low as an echo.

"I grow watermelons! I know best which melons are delicious... I won't dare to pick it for you!" he explained as he looked at Alan in trepidation, his arms clenched tightly as he clutched the watermelon, and his lips and teeth stiffened.

Then, the melon man was stunned to see Alan suddenly and unhurriedly take away the wand he had not held before, which simply frightened him a little, and the ponytail man, who knew how powerful the other party was, couldn't raise the will to resist at all.

Alan slashed it down, and the watermelon fell to the ground, and the red juice was scattered all over the ground.

Alan raised his head and dipped the tip of his wand with some blood-stained watermelon juice on his nose, sniffed it, and said, "It's ripe, maybe my aunt will like this smell more..."

"Mr. Harris, I'll pick a few more for you, please... Huh?!"

The wand in Allen's hand turned into a sword composed of magical energy that emitted red light all over his body, seeing this situation, the melon farmer realized the fate he was about to face, he just let out a crazy scream in despair, but then, he felt something hot and hot against the flesh of his stomach and entered, and then the severe pain and weakness dispersed, the muscles of his whole body spasmed, and he could only gasp for breath when he lost his strength.

"I've been drinking too much lately and I need to keep it under control, and I can't eat too much that is too sweet... Your level of spell casting is just right for me to use this useless trick as a weight loss exercise..."When Alan pulled it out, the ponytail man suddenly felt a warm spurt from his abdominal cavity, he covered his wounds, his facial features wrinkled together, and he leaned forward with a thud and fell to the ground.

"Magic watering the land with human blood is a good thing, but in this modern age... I have a half-blood friend who regularly casts a swelling charm on pumpkins to solve the planting problem, and you still use Muggles to farm like this, isn't it?" Alan put back the wand that had been turned back, kicked the ponytail's wand away a little more casually, and began to dig it in his waist bag, "If you keep holding the wound down, you might be able to hold on a little longer, but if you let go, you can end the pain quickly, and if you can muster up the perseverance to get your own wand over there to heal yourself, maybe you can live, how about it?" What will you choose?" As he spoke, Alan took out a handful of gold gallons and threw them on the other party, "By the way, I contracted your melon field." ”

The pony-tailed wizard, who felt the sound of his own breathing, heard the stone door moving in the cellar grotto not far away, and realized that he was helpless, he let go of the hand holding the wound in frustration, he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, he tried to keep his eyes open, and finally he was unable to support it.

Before he closed his eyes completely, all he could see was the sound of Allen's ancient leather boots walking steadily towards the grotto.

Inside the grotto, the Death Eaters who stayed behind heard the screams of the melon growers and realized that something was going on outside, so they gathered together, drew their wands, and ran towards the cave entrance.

But the entrance to the cave, which had been unobstructed, was suddenly surrounded by a yellowish-green mist that appeared out of thin air.

The wizard who was running at the front didn't have time to dodge, and several emaciated bodies suddenly weakened, fell directly to the ground, and died.

The two larger Dark Wizards lost their lives a few seconds later, one of them trying to run forward, while the other tried to hold his breath and began to retreat, but apparently that didn't help, as they fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

"Don't go ahead! someone has placed a dead cloud spell in the doorway!" shouted a wizard dressed as a Death Eater who was clearly superior to the others, recognizing the spell and quickly grabbing the people around him.

And the door gradually gathered more and more yellow-green clouds and mist, taking the place of the original stone gate, blocking all the passages of the grotto looking out.

Everyone stopped and collectively took a few steps back, but the wand in their hands was still pointed at the doorway.

"We were attacked as soon as the master left, this is a trap, hurry! don't be stunned and notify them to come back!"

And the rather clever wizard who shouted just now used his wand to point on the Death Eater mark on his arm when he shouted just now, but the loose magic seemed to sink into the sea, and did not provoke a response, he pressed his arm painfully, and did not feel the familiar burning feeling: "I can't contact the master, someone has arranged a screen to cover the enchantment!"

After he roared, the scene became eerily quiet for a moment, and at the entrance to the grotto, which had been blocked by clouds and mist, in this passage that was almost stagnant, they suddenly heard a heavy, rapid breathing that sounded sulky.

Many of the Death Eaters stopped moving in this atmosphere, as they had a hunch, and then a blinding red light blinded the yellow-green mist, illuminating the dark space.

A figure with an icy aura of death appeared before them, a wizard dressed in ancient robes with an Auror-made beak mask inspired by the medieval doctors used to keep out the air, and the dazzling light was the red magic that came out of the tip of his wand in his hand at this time.