I sat on the lawn by the school's artificial lake.

The lake is shallow.

It used to be a small puddle.

As soon as it rains, water accumulates.

Later tiles were laid underneath.

It becomes an artificial lake.

The shrimp soldiers and crabs just now were fought in this.

The head of the dormitory went to the railroad workers to strengthen the equipment.

My blacksmith shop hasn't opened yet.

Besides, I don't have any equipment to strengthen.

I'm probably light-based.

At first, I thought that the character attributes were fixed.

Later, I learned that it was added by equipment.

If you don't wear equipment, you don't have a stat bonus.

And you have to wear equipment with attributes.

The general white outfit is not statistical.

Forehead......

I was lying on the lawn.

Stay hidden.

The bishop walked through the grove.

Come to a corner of the meadow.

Raise your wand.

Summoning Voldemort!!!!

The light of the blue orb gem set in the tip of the staff faded away.

A snake writhed in the grass and swam towards the bishop.

[There is a photoelectric surrounding.] 】

Hum.

I think you're a dark thunderbolt, right?

[You guessed it right! 】

Oh.

Let's try it out!

[Hmph, you faint light source, it's not worth mentioning at all, it's very beautiful. 】

Belch.

Do you know where I am?

[Nonsense, big night, you don't shine, who can see you! ] 】

……

Because my gear sucks.

So there is no glowing effect.

Anyway, Bishop, what are you doing with your cat sneaking around in the corner.

Isn't it good to put fireworks directly on the playground to exert pressure.

[I've got you!] Hmph, snakes have very quick hearings. 】

You haven't answered my question yet, okay.

Teachers are not obligated to answer students' questions. 】

So what's the point of your existence?

[I don't need to talk about this insignificant sense of accomplishment.] 】

All right.

Out.

[I don't need you to rate me!] Listen to me! 】

What did you say.

[Hmph, the score is just a piece of evidence for me.] 】

Your meagre knowledge is crying to you.

[It's just *! 】

He's just the right person for you.

[Bitter Sopotamian Smectara!] I'm going to kill you! Let you see how big the gap between the photovoltaic industry and photovoltaics is! Voldemort! 】

- No one wants to control me, I have seven Horcruxes! Ha~Leigh! Look at the moves! ——

Voldemort cocked three orchid fingers and gently pinched his wand with his index finger and thumb to cast a spell on me.

I was beaten to the left and right, and only I was the most swinging.

The Bishop followed suit, slowly casting a spell with his large gem-encrusted wand.

Ho-ahhahahaha......

Let's fight zombies!

My tipping point is 6000!

I'm red-eyed!

Hurry up and flood me with your verdant pea green light!

Suddenly, I sank again.

Yes.

It's time for me, a dying man, to calm down.

Saying.

These monsters that have borrowed the dead to bring them back to life.

They were all dressed in extremely wide robes.

Because it is more convenient to show the ethereal feeling.

Pity.

He's bald!

- Fuck your sister, Bo~T! I'm PV! ——

Yes!!!!!!!

You hurt me and laughed it off! You smile so brightly that I'm crying!

Oh.

Moon.

You tell me.

Will I still see the sun tomorrow?

What the.

As long as you can see it, you can see the sun tomorrow.

The sun shines on you.

Then get out of here.

I want to see the sun.

I want to be illuminated by him, too.

Even though he would prick my cornea.

But!

This will also make Voldemort who keeps looking at the sun and finally goes blind!

No more threats to me!

Hum.

My red eyes reflect high-energy infrared rays!

Ho-ahhahahaha......

Yes!

Voldemort finally made a move!

You're unexpected!

Steal Potter's Golden Weapon to Remove You!

Uh-huh!

I'm going to be removed!!!!!!

It's like a useless weed!

- Phew, stinky miscellaneous, only bullying trash fish, see I took you! ——

Come on!

I'm just a fisherman!

Yes!!!!!!!!!

I sat up abruptly in the middle of the playground.

Holding his arms and slapping his spirit.

Sure enough, sleeping in the middle of the playground is easy to catch a cold.

Especially.

When my flannel was snatched away by another person.

I became.

That lonely root number three.

Like an icy marker.

Soak up the chill of the white dew to your heart's content.

Believe me.

If you wake up tomorrow morning.

There was frost on the playground.

So.

This must be my rereliction of duty with the cat in the corner.