From the day after Vio returned home, the days of battling spells every day were back. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

One morning, two weeks later, she picked up a copy of "Fifty Poison Potion Recipes and Detailed Production Processes" according to the clues from the previous book with the mute spell, which centered on itself and opened a circle of shiny fluctuations, and when she touched Vio, Vio felt a little hot on her eyelashes.

Immediately after, her eyebrows began to rise wildly······ When everything stopped, Vio sighed, tied his eyebrows, which covered his entire face, with a rubber band, and then clipped them into his hair, and continued to rummage through the recipe for the poison potion as if nothing happened. At this point, Draco arrived, and he looked normal—at least restored to physical existence—but certainly not entirely, as he was back on the third floor.

Instead of spending all of his time searching for the Gradient Transparency Charm for the past two weeks, he often tried other books, which had some effect, mainly because there were too few clues in the book containing the Gradient Transparency Charm, and the annotations in the book made it clear that many of the clues were in other unrelated books.

So while he solved other spells, he didn't give up the clue of the gradient transparency spell, and to this day, it is obviously solved.

He and Vio were both taken aback when they saw each other's looks, and then smiled tacitly.

"So, you unlocked the Gradient Transparency spell yesterday?" Vio wondered what the spell was, "Did you record it?"

"Well, here. Draco nodded, handing over a thick roll of parchment that he had used to scribble.

The name of the spell was written at the top of the page, and the book in which it was written and in which book it was broken in was noted. Later, the nature of the enchantment arrived, and the basic enchantment type corresponding to it was the transfiguration subclass of the vanishing spell in the Transfiguration Spell category (the basic enchantment model is drawn next to it), which belonged to the theoretical morph of the Transparency Charm.

The small diagram of the action of waving the wand to cast the spell at the bottom is broken down and annotated one by one, and it is very detailed: first flatten the wand, then tap the tip of the wand downward, then draw a "swastika" in the air, and finally point to the target of the spell. At the same time, say "Loren - Divin, Si, Tiat" - so that the fade disappearing spell can be lifted.

Vio said it silently a few times, then looked at Draco with a smile, "Do you want to, let's try?"

“······ No, I had already tried it on myself yesterday - I couldn't cast a fade vanishing spell, let alone crack it. Draco said, shifting to the table next to the rose window, "But I can cast this spell on small dishes. ”

Vio realized that all the utensils on the table had been swept away, including her favorite silver-blue porcelain plate. "Where's the porcelain plate I have?"

Draco's unnatural voice rang out beside him, "The spell didn't work out though—you know, the porcelain plate wasn't clothed, I didn't have any clothes on it, I didn't do a good job of positioning it at the beginning, and now I can't find its exact location to cast the spell." And the non-living entity disappears much faster than I do, and when I found that I couldn't find it, I fumbled around the table, but I didn't touch anything - you know what that means······ Its entity is completely non-existent. ”

"And then- you just took all the utensils on the table and tried them on?" Vio stared at him intently, laughing at Draco's scientific experimentation.

Draco nodded, and said solemnly, "I've thought about taking something else, but we can't cast this spell on anything bigger at the moment. ”

Vio smiled hard at him, then lunged at him with lightning speed. Draco was already on guard this time, he nimbly flashed to the side, pulled a book from the bookshelf and threw it at Vio, who saw that it was a book he hadn't read yet, and quickly avoided it - "Yes, Draco, you dare to fight back······"

"Against a savage wizard like you, the best defense is offense. Draco raised an eyebrow and laughed, the time had finally come for him to fight back, it was the best battleground. Seeing that Vio was not dead, she pulled out the book she had marked before from the bookshelf and threw it over.

Not to be outdone, Draco pulled a book from the bookshelf and threw it at her, and landed - "Draco, you wait!" Vio grimly threatened, only to find a chirping birdsong. Draco laughed and pressed his stomach lightly with one hand.

But unexpectedly, Vio threw another book over, hitting him in the chest-

After a burst of ping-pong, the world fell silent again.

They already had a bunch of spells on them, Vio had turned into a sweet potato, and Draco was many years old, with a stiff back, and the white beard on his chin that was piled up on the ground in a strange shape.

"Hey, sweet potato, are you okay, if you can't speak, roll forward twice. Draco sat on the ground leaning against the wall and asked Vio in an old voice, seemingly exhausted, he closed his eyes, finally understanding why the old dragon clock was torture.

After a long time, no one answered him, and he almost fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that there was an extra trace of sweet potato crumbs in front of him, and the sweet potato did not know how many times it had rolled back and forth.

Draco laughed happily, as if he could imagine that Vio was so angry that he couldn't speak and could only roll on the ground, laughing too quickly, he patted his chest and coughed, and finally calmed down, "It's still very rare to have such a well-behaved and obedient sweet potato, I can let Dobby peel it tonight to taste it······"

Sweet potato stopped, then quickly rolled towards him, only to bump into a book on the floor halfway through, roll in the direction of the stairs, bounce on the steps with a "knock, knock, knock", and finally jump through the gap in the handrail of the stairs to the first floor.

Draco quickly stood up against the wall, and by the time he hurried to the first floor, he had searched the entire first floor and didn't see the sweet potato—it was over, she wouldn't have really been picked up by Dobby or Mickey and eaten or thrown away······

Draco was dazed for a moment, then finally remembered that it was the weekend and Sigoness was at home.

Step by step, he bent over and held his long beard, moved to the second floor, and knocked on Sigoness's room.

"Miss Sigoness, please open the door quickly! Santriel she's gone! she's turned into a sweet potato and rolled away! We should find her quickly, or she'll be roasted and eaten." Draco didn't care that his old, hoarse voice would frighten Sigoness, and shouted outside her door hoping to get Sigoness's attention.

In the room, Sigoness was flipping through a book with a blue hard cover, and when she heard Draco's words, her calm face immediately disappeared, and she covered her mouth and laughed, and in front of her, a purple sweet potato moved violently.