"Faint!"

"It's all petrified!"

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A series of spells suddenly appeared stunned the McGoths who were still guarding against each other, and the two seventh-year wizards who were unlucky enough to be in front of the Slytherins were directly seconded, and they couldn't even move on their stomachs without even knowing who the enemy was.

"Anyone else?" Mike said in surprise, and then the grass stirred, and McGoth estimated that he had shifted his position.

"Where's Weasley?" The Slytherins who suddenly attacked yelled at them, and more than a dozen people did not rush forward to eliminate them all but also lurked, don't look at their firepower just now, in fact, they only found five wands, and it is really not certain who will be eliminated by whom, but they now have seven wands, and the winning rate is extremely high.

"Weasley?" Someone wondered, "They're not eliminated yet?" Didn't see them. ”

McGoth was also a little strange, how could this group of guys who suddenly rushed out be full of resentment towards Weasley, he couldn't help but think of the confident look of the twins the day before yesterday, what did they really do? I just don't know if they're talking about Fred or George or the two of them.

"What are they looking for us for?" George was still about to watch the play and see the end, but he didn't expect the group of people who suddenly appeared to be looking for them.

"I'll see," Fred pulled out the telescope from his bosom, it was a real telescope,

"Oh my God, why are they so dark?" Fred said in surprise as he looked at George.

"Decoy bombs?!" The two spoke in unison.

"They're really unlucky." George gloated, "We brought two with us, and they met one. ”

"No wonder they came looking for us as soon as they came."

"We didn't see Weasley, and they weren't here." Mike spoke.

"If you don't attack again, we're willing to help you find them."

The seventh-year Slytherin smiled disdainfully when he heard this, there are so many people on their side, how many of them still need to help find it?

"Kill them." He said loudly.

No wands, but wearing magic robes, the Slytherin cannon fodder took fake wands and consciously stood up and rushed forward.

"I'll go, you guys don't do it without saying a word?" Mike quickly got up, dodged a spell and ran backwards, he didn't know that those Slytherins who rushed over were fake wands, and they couldn't use spells, so many people rushed at once, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't last a few seconds.

McGoth and the other survivor also ran out of hiding, running away without saying a word.

"What now?" George asked, looking at the scene.

"Help McGoth, them." Fred thought for a moment and said.

"Although it hasn't been long, they will definitely search around after they eliminate McGoth, looking at their 'skin color', I think it is not as simple as eliminating us after they find them."

"I feel that way too, especially when I see that tricolor face." George pointed to Gabriel, who had a real wand, and said.

"Then it's decided, you go and throw the portable swamp, and I'll tell McGoth that most of their wands are fake."

"Good," said George, pulling out a ball that looked like mud from his bosom.

"Hurry up, we didn't bring a few of these things, and we haven't dealt with them when we're out of them, so we can only run."

Fred made a gesture and ran out of the house after them.

"McGoth, McGoth."

McGoth asked with some surprise when he turned his head to look at the voice.

"Fred? Why are you here. ”

"We've been here." Fred smug on his face.

McGoth pouted, it turned out that the two brothers were the real LYB, he pointed behind him,

"Your friends are looking for you, do you want me to inform them?"

Fred's smug expression froze, and he stopped showing off, and hurriedly told their plan.

"You're saying the wand in the front is fake?" Magos looked at him speechlessly, the two of them were even more capable than he had imagined.

"Yes, and George and I can still make a few swamps, as long as you turn around and attack, it's not certain who will win and who will lose."

Magos thought for a moment and nodded, being able to fight back was better than a lost dog.

"You go after that person and tell him the plan, and I'll go after the other one."

Without waiting for Fred to reply, he ran towards Mike.

When he approached Mike, Mike looked back at him with a smile.

"Junior, you see that running separately is the best way to dodge, if you follow the senior, I can't protect you."

'I believe you're a ghost. McGoth cursed, this is the first time he's seen such a brazen guy in school, can you please not point your wand at me when you say this?

He was really afraid that this guy would not play his cards according to common sense, so he hurriedly repeated Fred's words.

"Huh?" Mike's eyes lit up, and he looked back at the people who were chasing them, and sure enough, the group of students in front of him were just pointing their 'wands' at them, but none of them flew out.

"Interesting, I agree."

"Okay, let's run to the house over there, and they'll go too."

Here McGoth brought McCrow over, and Fred moved the other man. Soon they were all in the house.

"We only have four in the portable swamp, and now there are two in front of the house, each of which can control their appearance for 30 seconds to ten minutes, so you must be fast, the group of fake wands in front of you don't care, you must attack the real wand first." George said as he hid behind the window.

"Don't talk nonsense, who doesn't understand this, but you have to be careful with it, don't trap us in the swamp when the time comes, then don't think about anything."

"That's good." George nodded at Fred, who pinched the ball of silt, ready to throw it.

The Slytherin cannon fodder who was at the front of the pack suddenly sank into the swamp, and they let out a panicked cry, which Gabriel could leave a deep psychological shadow on them.

"What the hell, be careful."

"Why can't I move?"

"Weasley's prop again."

"Weasley must die."

The last sentence made the five people hiding in the house look at each other, and finally the three of them collectively looked at the twins. The twins looked away a little shyly.

"They're all Slytherins, I know a few of them." Mike said, "I think you'd better keep a low profile until the end of the semester." ”

"You can recognize them in the dark?" But the twins' attention was clearly not what he was trying to express.

Mike laughed dryly, ignoring the two of them's puzzled gaze, he didn't want to talk to these two guys anymore.

"It's a magical swamp, don't worry, it'll be gone in a while." The black-faced Slytherins in the seventh grade saw the panic ahead and hurriedly injected them with placebos.

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