Seeing this, Roger's eyes lit up, he snapped his fingers silently, turned over and went into the water and grass below.

Although it is fighting back, Fleur's state is more like a stubborn resistance, these water devils are numerous, and they are flexible underwater and there are aquatic plants to hide their bodies.

This girl has a slightly flustered spell, and it is often difficult to hit one of them with three or four shots, and it is better to throw her arms and kicks and kick the legs and often knock one or two Grindy Lowes away.

However, Roger's ferocious diving action also attracted a lot of Grindy Low's attention, and as soon as the formation of Fleur's attack was loosened, many people immediately turned to Roger, an uninvited guest.

He felt his ankles grabbed, a Grindy Lowe's long fingernail clutching his leg, long fangs baring out of his mouth, and two more coming out of the weeds, grabbing his arm and pulling him down in an desperate effort.

Roger pursed his lips disdainfully, flipped with his left hand and grabbed one, and squeezed it so hard... The miserable little green creature let out a high-pitched hiss, and then the green blood mixed with the colorful internal organs was squeezed out, and slowly spread along the current...

"Tss

It took a few seconds for these little things to flee with a grunt.

Roger didn't mean to chase after him, this thing was explained by Lupin in Defence Against the Dark Arts class last year, and he took the opportunity to steal one from Lupin's office and taste it... It tastes like someone throws your steak in dog shit and stuffs it in your mouth...

Fleur, who was out of trouble, breathed a sigh of relief, she made a grateful gesture with a complicated look in her eyes, if it weren't for the help of this little boy who always disgusted her, she might not really be able to survive here...

After another glance at him, Fleur rolled over in the water and continued to paddle forward, after all, the game had to continue.

Roger watched the girl's movements with a smile, slowly pulled his wand from the wand pouch strapped to his arm, and pulled a wand flower at Fleur, who was already facing away from him.

Suddenly, the girl's hands and feet were wrapped in four lumps of ice, and her originally free swimming movements were suddenly deformed. Roger flicked his wand again, and the bubbles on Fleur's head began to shrink, and large strands of air were squeezed out of the membrane of the bubble head charm.

Fleur was shocked, the suffocation and restraint brought about an instinctive struggle, and she thought that she had been attacked by some strange creature, but she didn't suspect that it was Roger's hand.

Originally... According to common sense, if you want to kill her, you just need to look at her coldly when Grindillo attacked her just now, so why save her and then kill her?

The wand and the palm of her hand were frozen in ice, and her head was tightly wrapped in a membrane of bubble head charms, unable to chant spells or cast spells, and the pain caused by the loss of oxygen made this beautiful girl wave her limbs in a panic under the water, but the deformation did not produce any upward momentum, but slowly sank...

There were no constraints on land in the water, and Fleur struggled and rolled in 360 degrees without dead ends, but she happened to see the little boy behind her who had just saved herself, standing upright and holding her wand to watch her painful posture coldly.

Fleur paused, and a hand reached out helplessly to Roger, her emerald green eyes full of pleading, hoping to get a little help from him...

Roger grinned at the corners of his mouth, and under the distortion of the bubble head charm, this smile seemed to expand to the base of his ears... Fleur's heart was cold.

Immediately after that, the bubble head spell seemed to have reached its limit and suddenly burst, and the cold lake water poured into the trachea under the girl's desire to breathe, causing even more painful feelings...

Then, Fleur didn't make any movement, and the whole person flew upwards as if it was equipped with a thruster, breaking through the lake heavily.

Playing underwater is definitely a matter of protection, and several referees don't want accidents more than anyone else. Before the warrior is completely suffocated or unconscious, a magic will automatically take him out of the water and onto the shore.

Easily eliminating one opponent, Roger used his compass to confirm the position of the rest of the people, all behind him, and one of them seemed to be on the wrong path...

Raising an eyebrow, the boy shot on tiptoe towards his destination.

After about ten minutes, I could finally hear the unforgettable song of the mermaid, and further on, I saw a large rock appear in the murky lake in front of me, and many mermaids with spears were depicted chasing something that looked like giant squid.

Roger paused for a moment before swimming past the rocks, chasing the mermaid's song.

Suddenly, there were many rough stone dwellings in all directions, speckled with algae. In those dark windows, Roger could see some faces... It's no wonder that the mermaids here don't add the word 'beauty' in front, it's really because they don't look like beauty...

Their skin is iron-gray, and their dark green hair is long, unkempt. The eyes are yellow, as are the mutilated teeth, and the neck is worn with pebbles strung with thick strings.

But overall, it's much better than the fish-people that Roger has seen before, who can only call "ah-woo-woo", at least it's not a perfunctory random use of a fish and limbs to make do...

They all smiled wickedly at Roger, who was coming over. One or two ran out of the cave to get a better look, spear in hand, and slapped the lake with their thick and powerful silver tails.

Soon, there were more and more stone dwellings, some with gardens around them. He saw a little Greenlody tethered like a dog in front of a door. Merfolk emerged from all directions, all looking at him curiously, pointing at his scurrying swimming patterns and whispering with their hands over their mouths.

Roger, who was watched by the melon-eating crowd, was also looking at these mermaids wantonly, and these human-like intelligent races didn't look very delicious... And in terms of the experience of tasting magical beasts for so long, Roger really hasn't eaten anything delicious... Of course, it's also a big premise that he can't cook...

While thinking about whether to eat or not, the thing turned around according to the instructions of the compass, and a very peculiar scene appeared in front of him.

The place seemed to be the square of a merfolk village, surrounded by houses with a large school of merfolk floating in front of them. In the middle, some merfolk are singing in unison, calling out to the warriors to come over.

Behind them stood a crude statue: a mermaid carved out of boulders. On the tail of the mermaid statue, nine ... Sundry?