Oh!!!

Upon hearing the banshee's name, there was a series of particularly excited exclamations among the young wizards, and it was clear that everyone was very interested in the protagonist of this kind of bedside horror story that they had never seen before!

Hugo was also intrigued, and this novelty always piqued human curiosity and made them want to explore its mysteries.

Mr. Eastwood raised his eyelids slightly, briefly glanced at the pair of inquisitive eyes under the podium, exhaled, and cast his gaze on the wall behind the classroom, as if he was looking through those unpredictable and strange experiences in his brain.

"I found her on the shore of a beautiful lake, when the winter snow had begun to melt, and she stood on the shore of the lake singing a beautiful song, and I slowly approached in the moving song, and gradually saw her appearance clearly."

"Her long red hair was coiled on her head, like a fragrant stamen, she was wearing a lake-blue shawl and a long gown, with a golden clasp fastened to the cloak reflecting the soft moonlight, and her waist was tied with a belt to match her hair, surrounded by dead trees that had not yet been drawn and blue-black cold lake stones, and she jumped gracefully and lightly among the round and smooth stones, like a dancing elf."

"Then she seemed to find me, and turned around with some surprise, her eyes were the moving color of the lake, and the burning coil of hair was scattered, and it illuminated the cold night like a flame, and also illuminated my eyes."

"Her lips are a very beautiful color, under the cold moonlight, reflecting a thrilling red streamer, I saw her lips slightly open, revealing a little soft white between her lips and teeth, she seemed to be frightened and gently took a step back, her hands delicately hugged her chest, and she carried a rough and simple doll in her hands, like a beautiful girl who suddenly saw a stranger"

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Young Eastwood stood cautiously in the distance, carrying his wand in his hand, looking intently at the girl standing by the lake like an elf, and said in a low voice: "Beautiful melody, I haven't heard such a moving song for a long time!"

Her surprised expression flashed with a smile that made the night lose its luster, and she gently leaned over her tight delicate body, and leaned towards another lake rock, as if gliding through the air, graceful like a broom heather gently held up by the wind.

"People don't like this kind of singing, they prefer the lord's bagpipes!" the girl fluttered on the rocks with her head bowed, and her crisp voice struck the wizard's heart.

Eastwood stared at her without blinking, slowly pacing to the side with the girl's figure, so that the dancing figure always appeared in the moonlight, as if he wanted to see her beauty clearly.

"Because they are afraid of the lord" Eastwood gently shook the wand in his hand, allowing it to fit comfortably in the palm of his hand, feeling the abundant power contained in it, and a strong self-confidence came naturally!

Maiden Lake's blue eyes widened slightly, and she covered her bright red lips with a slender little hand, let out a sweet laugh, and said jokingly: "Then they should like my singing voice even more! Am I not terrible?"

Eastwood slowly stopped, turned to face the banshee in front of him, the magic around him surging like the tide of the moon, his eyes shining with determination, and behind his resolute expression was confidence in his great power.

"You're terrible! So they paid me for you!"

The banshee crossed her swan-like neck, and her sad tone was like a tossing and turning whisper: "What a heartless excuse! They pay not because of my terrible, but for the heart of the north wind!" The banshee raised her slender palm, letting the cuffs slide down, revealing a jade-like forearm, and she gently unbuttoned the golden button on the neckline, so that the soft moonlight could kiss the faint white greasy.

The lake-blue robe slipped down in the watery moonlight, adding a thrilling color to the gentle beauty, but this beautiful picture with inexplicable sadness bloomed for a short moment like an epiphany, and it was creepy in the strange change of the banshee!

"And you, wizard, you didn't come to kill me for money, but for burning ambition!"

The banshee's beautiful face suddenly became hideous, and the green tendons scurried around along the skin of her face like crazy roots, and there were dark red marks around her eye sockets, and the eyes that were originally like lake water suddenly became dry, and dense crack-like lines appeared, like a quagmire that had been exposed.

A shrill howl tore through the quiet of the night, announcing the beginning of a desperate battle!

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All the young wizards opened their mouths wide and listened intently to the teacher's 'story'. The bright sparkle in his eyes seemed to be in the middle of the scene, and isn't it true that true wizards should be able to expel such dark magic creatures?

"What happened later? What happened to Mr. Eastwood?" The unscrupulous teacher who was hanging his appetite suddenly stopped, and the unpleasant feeling of scratching his ears and cheeks suddenly made all the little wizards let out one wail after another, and Stojee, who was already anxious, couldn't wait to ask.

"Later, let me think," Mr. Eastwood picked up a fist-sized stone cup of polished granite from the table, filled with a drink made of pods of pimple vines, and lowered his head and took a few sips indifferently under the curse of all the students' gnashing teeth, as if he did not pay any attention to the impatient-looking little wizards.

"Of course I killed her later, doesn't it make sense that someone is teaching you now?" Mr. Eastwood placed a beautiful stone cup with a unique rock texture on his desk, and calmly glanced around the classroom with one eye.

His gaze was not stern and cold, but all the little wizards he saw trembled for some reason, and subconsciously avoided his gaze and lowered his head.

At this time, the resolute man took out a shiny little thing from his robe, and Hugo was immediately attracted by this thing, and quickly fixed his eyes on it.

It was a glittering golden clasp!! with a unique and eerie magical glow on it.

"I took this gold clasp from the corpse of that banshee, and she also took the precious treasure from me"

Mr. Eastwood stretched out his rough palm and pointed at his black blindfold, and whispered, "That banshee took one of my eyes!"