Hermione came to her senses at the sudden scream.

The scene from a few minutes ago is still vivid, the face close at hand, the blurred eyes, the boy's voice that is obviously a little rough but makes people's hearts pound during the voice change period... The fiery breath seemed to blow directly on her ears and neck.

This was definitely the closest Brandi had ever been to Hermione - if the drunken state was the best reflection of her true heart, then Hermione could swear that the situation at that time must have been very revealing. Not to mention that Brandi still has the sincere words to say to himself.

[Hermione, honey...... My dear! 】

"Tsk...... When you speak, you have to look at the object clearly~ stupid. ”

Muttering to herself, not thinking at all about whether it would be just Brandi's big tongue, Hermione couldn't help but lower her head and cover her hot face with some shame.

I don't know if it's another form of 'I flirt with myself'.

It's just that she hasn't had time to make up any beautiful pictures and plots in her brain, because it didn't take long to fall into the strange circle of thinking in her own brain, and an exclamation came very inappropriately. She came back to her senses a little dazed, and it happened to be the scene of Harry hugging Ron and jumping off the flying carpet with a sudden hug.

？？？

Seeing the two men disappear from sight, Hermione stared, her head full of question marks. She had seen the broomsticks Harry was holding, but she wasn't worried about the two falling into boxes. But—

[I know you have a good relationship~ But at this time, on a whim, I have to go to the world of two people on a flying broomstick, is it a little inappropriate?! 】

And, what the hell is that black mist on Ron's eyes...

Magic?

At this moment, Hermione's heart was raised, and the moment the thought came to her, she had already subconsciously pounced out, and took Brandi, who was sitting in a daze, with a fight, and at the same time reached out and grabbed the wand that Brandi had thrown on the ground and stuffed it into his arms.

"Brandy, come back to your senses, something isn't quite right!"

"Huh......?" Brandi, who was knocked to the ground by a fierce man, had words in his mouth, but Hermione didn't have the time to take care of him - a pop from behind the flying carpet rang out almost at the same time, and at the same time Harry and Ron screamed in pain: Hermione found that her suspicion seemed to have been verified, it was definitely the explosion of a spell!

She quickly grabbed the edge of the flying carpet and looked down. Hermione squinted, and by the moonlight, she soon saw the broom that was spinning and falling not far away. It was Harry and Ron, of course, but strangely enough, there was nothing else to be seen in the inky darkness of the night sky other than their broomsticks, no wizards chanting, no incantations whistling. It doesn't look like they've been attacked, but if so, what are they doing here?

"Harry! Ron! What the hell are you guys doing? ”

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Seeing that the distance was getting farther and farther away, Hermione, who still hadn't been able to get a response, began to feel a little anxious. Her mind raced through the hidden and unfamiliar curses and magic she had seen, trying to explain the strange things that were happening. She even thought of a horrible spell called the Imperius Curse—and that just explained Harry's unusual behavior.

That scared the hell out of Hermione.

"Brandy, tell Cave to stop!" Hermione clutched the blanket and said loudly. "We'll have to go over and see if Harry isn't in a normal state, he may have been recited by the enemy!"

"Imperius ???" Brandi muttered twice in confusion. Apparently he didn't know what it meant, but he seemed to have it?

"No, Hormion, I promise he won't get a chance... I've been looking at him. ”

Hermione stared at the broom behind her, remembering the part about the Imperius Charm in the 1988 edition of the Ministry of Magic's "Emergency Self-Rescue Measures", but she suddenly understood Brandy's words, and her hand holding the flying carpet immediately froze.

“… Blondie... What do you say, he? ”

Who else could be called 'him' on the current flying carpet besides Brandi?

Looking back in amazement, as far as the eye could see, the ashen Indian wizard was covered in thick frost, somewhat stiff and half-kneeling on the flying carpet, his eyes fixed on Brandy's direction—he held his wand flat and pointed at Brandi's chest.

Oh my God, how the hell did he get up?

Feeling the magic and the looming green light on the wand of the Indian wizard, Hermione had a panicked and shocked look on her face.

Harry's spell level is very well understood, after drinking the awakening potion to increase a wave of mana, and in the fifth seal so many times, no matter from the perspective of duel experience and mana reserves, there should be no spell failure. In fact, Hermione could barely even sense the binding magic that still existed in this guy - the petrification spell didn't seem to work, but he was able to move against it!

The current situation is enough to make anyone despair: the wizard in front of him undoubtedly wants to kill Brandy, and in the face of the death curse, any defensive magic is as fragile as a blank sheet of paper; And the two of them were so close that it was impossible for Brandi to dodge the magic that was pointed straight at his chest—let alone the drunken idiot sitting so stupidly that he didn't want to dodge or chant a spell!

The only thing to be thankful for is probably the silly expression on Brandi's face, "I feel like I have a great advantage even though I am being pointed at a gun", which seems to make this Indian wizard a little confused?

"Chalky flowers blooming in early summer......"

After a moment of stalemate, the wizard suddenly spoke out of nowhere, which startled Hermione, and she began to think that this guy was going to recite a death curse. But when you hear it, you realize that he seems to be speaking curry-flavored English?

"You... What are you talking about? "For a while, see if the wizard doesn't mean to do it immediately," Hermione asked cautiously. Chalky flowers? I don't quite understand what you mean, but isn't your mission to take Petil back? How did it suddenly become a chalky flower? And... You are trying to pronounce a death curse on a young wizard who has lost the will to resist, which is also a felony internationally. ”

The witch's emaciated cheeks twitched unnaturally. For a moment, he seemed to want to lower his wand, but he quickly forced himself to steady it again. "No one will see it, I'll kill everyone here... No one, including Petyer, will know where you have gone. ”

"Then I don't think you can do it." Hermione took a deep breath and said calmly. "You must not have been sent by the Petyr family, but you may not know that Mr. Pettier has a special magic that allows him to maintain a psychic connection with his subordinates and relatives at all times. If he finds out that his house-elf and his favorite daughter have lost their lives, I think it would be easy for a Brahmin to find out which one had broken away from the pursuit tonight. When the time comes, the wrath of the brahmins will never just be vented on you – you will still have a family..."

As she said this, she exaggerated Mr. Petyer's magic a little, in fact, Mr. Petyer's communication magic could only transmit orders to his subordinates in one direction...... But fortunately, the guy in front of him doesn't seem to know.

"I think you're right." His face was blue and white for a while, and he finally spoke slowly, and what surprised Hemin was that his fox fake tiger might had obviously succeeded, but the green light on his wand had no intention of dissipating from beginning to end.

"In that case, there's probably only one murder here today - don't try to distract me from pretending there, little girl... Although I was lying on the ground and couldn't move, my ears were still not deaf, and I knew that your magic was exhausted and you couldn't use magic. ”

"What do you mean by that......? Together... Murder? Hermione's hand grabbing her wand stopped in a panic. You can't do that, whoever you want to kill, Mr. Pettier will-"

Her words were cut off stiffly.

"Yes, murder ......" the wizard grinned, revealing an ugly wry smile. The green light on the wand grew stronger.

"I don't care what I do, little girl, don't always threaten me with Lord Petyer. Kill him, and Lord Tagore will at least keep my family safe. But if I let you go here, the punishment that awaits me is absolutely the severest, and it will be even more terrible than the loss of a family - you will not understand, sorry, no matter what, this child must die here today. ”

Hermione's expression became extremely frightened. "Brandy, how could it be him? But he didn't do anything at all! He even struggled to control his spell and saved the lives of your companions! ”

But the Indian wizard didn't want to listen to her anymore, and his wand was raised high.

"Avada suo!"

"Except for your weapons!"

The red light from behind hit the Indian wizard's body, and his hand shook violently, and he was about to shoot the wand of death into the air, throwing it high into the air, and disappeared into the vast night sky in the blink of an eye. The intense magic backlash instantly poured back into his body, and he twitched a few times, falling limply on the flying carpet, motionless.

Behind him, a blue-nosed and swollen Harry appeared in front of Hermione and Brandi on a broomstick, his nose crooked and twisted, as if it had been broken by something - Ron was sitting behind him, his face was as white as paper, and his hands were tightly wrapped around Harry's waist.

"Whew...... Merlin is on top, and it's finally time to catch up..."

"Harry!"

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