"Why are these bikes so light?"

Not far away, in front of the sports store on the second floor of the small building, a row of bicycles was parked, and this row of bicycles was easily knocked into the air by the explosion and vibration.

More than a dozen bicycles floated in the air, like "hydrogen balloons" slowly floating and falling, if it weren't for the normal everything around them, they would have to suspect that they were in a world where time is slow.

"How is gravity different there than here, how is this possible!"

It is clear that the nine stars converge, and London has formed a strange space connected to the Dark Elf planet.

Gravity has also undergone a wonderful change in this space, so much so that an ordinary white man in "Thor 2" can lift a car and smash it at the dark elves, and the hero saves the beauty and hugs the beauty.

Of course, in this world, that beauty has taken a different path in life, but she doesn't know that she has studied magic for nearly five years, and she is in this team, she is Daisy.

"We retreated to the sporting goods store and flew out through the windows of the sporting goods store!"

Seeing the sporting goods store, the Ravenclaw squad leader of this squad had an idea, and they did not dare to take risks in the face of the guns of these dark elves.

But if they retreat to the sporting goods store, use the sporting goods store as a cover, and fly out of the window of the sporting goods store, then the certainty of success is even greater.

In fact, they all have the ability to teleport at short distances, but teleportation spells are too dangerous for them, and the fourth and fifth grade mages are more likely to succeed.

However, the third-year mages are not sure of the exact location of the teleportation at all, and it is possible that their legs are still in place after the teleportation.

That's why Dunlido deliberately taught some students Kama Taj's portal magic, which can teleport teammates and items, and the portal is more secure.

"The sporting goods store may be hiding ordinary people, and we may have lured the dark elves in the past!"

"Some mages are injured, and we need to find a safe place to treat their wounds...... While there may be ordinary people in the sporting goods store, and we may lure the dark elves there, we simply can't manage so much now! ”

"But if we attract the eyes of aliens to the sporting goods store, it is equivalent to us indirectly killing those people, how can we bear ......"

"I ask you, do you want to live, do you want to watch all your teammates be wiped out by all the aliens when they are injured and exhausted! If there are a lot of ordinary people there, we can temporarily help them resist the alien attack, but our injured classmates, there must be a safe place to treat their wounds, I am the team leader, you all have to obey my orders! ”

The Ravenclaw Squad Leader of this squad had also fought in three major wars, and he felt that his task was to bring each of the squad's members back to Hogwarts. Despite a lot of opposition, he insisted on going his own way.

It can't be that the lives of ordinary people in the world of science and technology are their lives, and the lives of their own team members are not their lives. Besides, as he said, the uninjured mage can stay and continue the fight.

The light of the flames radiated in the staff, and one after another fire snakes sprayed towards the dark elves, and twenty or thirty people used the flames at the same time, which were equally powerful, forming a scorching sea of fire within a range of more than twenty meters.

The sea of fire made the dark elves dare not approach at all, and also blocked the dark elves' sight.

Some mages took advantage of the opportunity to carry their injured teammates into the sporting goods store, and their scattered squad did not know when or where they would return to the larger group, as the streets of London were lined with tall buildings.

The bullets of the Dark Elf Energy Gun are also very dense, and once hit, a clearly visible crater will form in the ground, and the surrounding walls will be damaged in many places, and even some tofu scum projects will be blown down with a few shots.

"Stop!"

These mages may not have imagined that when they enter the sports shop with their injured classmates, they are greeted not with a warm welcome, but with the muzzle of some people.

"For you, we fought the aliens all night, even if we were injured and tired, we still persevered, I believe that if it weren't for us, those aliens would have killed you a long time ago! What is our duty to risk our lives to save you, this is not our home, we have long placed our parents in the wizarding world! ”

The words of these selfish citizens of London, these mages understand.

After all, they also use English, although there are differences in accents, but they are also the same in the north and south of the United States, there are also accent differences, I don't understand, look at their movements and eyes can also understand what they said.

These mages were also not saints, and when they weren't learning magic, they were just ordinary children.

Many of them, though they are good-natured, just can't bear to risk their lives to protect London, and the citizens of London do this to themselves.

Although only a few people raised their guns at them, every gun here was heart-wrenching for these children.

Bang!

After the Ravenclaw squad leader finished speaking, an old white London gentleman in a suit raised his pistol and opened fire first.

The bullet swirled and jumped in the air, his eyes closed, and it was clear that the old white man had learned to use a gun, and he knew how to use a firearm.

The bullet burst through the air, and the mages had also prepared defensive magic such as armor and protection for themselves and the wounded in advance, and this bullet was not actually going for these mages, it went down the front door of the sports store, straight into the shoulder of a dark elf.

At the first gunshot, the ordinary people in these sporting goods stores raised their guns and fired at the dark elves outside the door.

Although their marksmanship is mediocre and they waste a lot of real ammunition, at this moment they prove that those who are truly selfish are only a small fraction.

Let them take their guns and go to the rescue of these mages in the face of a hail of bullets, they don't have the courage to do so. But let them stick here and build a wall that isn't sturdy for these mages, and most of them are willing to do it.

After all, they met these wizards at Hogwarts, who were constantly injured in order to protect the city, and even risked their lives to protect London, which had little to do with them.

"Kid, how old are you?"

The old white gentleman supported a badly wounded, pale young man with a bleeding arm. Looking at the young man's young face, the old white gentleman remembered his little grandson who had died at gunpoint in a soldier with a drug dealer.

"Sixteen!"