Chapter 1403 Not Mediocre Mediocrity

This is a field in the countryside. It stands to reason that it should be a place with a wide view.

However, the large cornfield, which is growing well, is at a height where people will disappear completely once they get into it, which makes it difficult for the Aurors on the church side to see if there is a dark wizard lurking in it.

"...Where is the enemy?"

Ron, who had just come down from upstairs, immediately moved to the window where he could observe, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't find a single figure.

The green cornfield over there looked quiet in the sun.

Ron suddenly regretted it - if he knew this, he shouldn't have come down in such a hurry just now, wouldn't it be better to see clearly upstairs first?

But it would be foolish to go back to the second floor now.

"Probably over there," an Auror next to him pointed to a certain position in front of the right, "but those guys must have kept moving, and it's hard to say where they went now! "

In fact, the skinny Auror who came downstairs to report the letter had pointed out the direction for them, but Ron was still a little absent-minded at the time, so he didn't see it.

Of course, Ron soon discovered that he no longer needed to worry about not being able to find where the enemy was.

"coming!"

"boom--"

Almost at the moment when the two figures rushed out of the corn stalks, several Aurors upstairs overlooking the field cast their spells without hesitation. Accompanied by the sound of overlapping explosions, the soil and corn stalks were thrown into the air instantly, completely covering the enemy who appeared first.

However, the number of enemies is obviously far more than two, and the Auror's blocking is more than just that. At the very next moment, without any need for further instructions, the Aurors standing by the window immediately backed away and stretched out their magic wands in unison.

Ron happened to be leaning in front of this window at the moment, and obviously no one would come to chase him away. Seeing that everyone around him raised their wands to cast spells, he subconsciously followed the flow and took out his own wand.

But... what spell should he use?

"do not care!"

Seeing that the few Aurors huddled with him had released the explosive spell tacitly, although he couldn't use the silent spell technique in such a difficult spell like them, it was still possible to simply cast it .

After all, no matter what, he is also one of the members of ..., and he has practiced hard with the "study materials" given by Maca for so long!

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Ron strictly followed the requirements for casting spells in the Maca information. He still remembered the two points mentioned in the summary at the beginning of the thick information:

"When you cannot use the silent spell technique to impart greater concealment to a spell, speak every syllable of the spell clearly and completely to ensure that it reaches the highest intensity you can achieve. "

"Before truly understanding the essence of a certain spell, strictly following the rules of mantra chanting is the only way to make the spell exert its greatest power."

In other words, before reaching a certain high level, the skill of silent spells is actually not necessary. Because when using this technique, it often reduces the strength of the spell itself.

"boom--"

Even Ron himself was surprised when the explosion released by Ron's incantation with a perfect accent exploded suddenly in the crowd of more dark wizards.

Because he found that his explosive spell was not inferior to those Aurors in terms of power, and even exceeded the average level by a little bit.

But... well, it's only "a little bit" more than that.

Compared to Ron's own astonishment, the few Aurors beside him didn't think there was anything wrong with it - this was the friend of Mr. Maca McLean, who cast a powerful attack like the one just now The Explosive Curse, on the contrary, made people feel a little disappointed.

However, just now Ron also said in advance that he himself is not good at actual combat. Therefore, such a spell-casting ability seems to be somewhat understandable.

At least he is still stronger than the average adult wizard, which is reasonable!

"Mr. Weasley, leave this to us first! The enemy is coming sooner than expected, but we should be able to withstand it for a while... You should take advantage of this time and hurry up and arrange it!"

It seems that these Aurors have decided that he has other more powerful means.

And this is equivalent to showing that although Ron's strength can already be regarded as good. But in the eyes of professional combat wizards like "Auror" and "Dark Wizard Striker", they still can't play any decisive role.

So, Ron was driven away.

"Oh, ok... ok."

He backed away from the window with a dazed expression on his face, and gave up his position to another Auror who was ready to replace him, while he obediently stood aside.

Not long after, Ron, who was stunned for a while, muttered secretly in his mind:

"The power of this spell can catch up with the working Aurors. Generally speaking, such students are top elites in the sixth grade. But...but why can't I be happy at all?"

Rubbing the wand in his hand, Ron hesitated for a moment, and then he put all those meaningless power comparisons behind him.

"Aren't these people expecting too much from an underage wizard who hasn't even finished fifth grade?"

Although he said this secretly, but in fact, his expectations of himself were not lower than those of others, and even higher.

But it's a pity that there is still a huge gap between him and his imaginary self, and he is still far from reaching the ideal level!

"Using the spell to fight directly seems to be useless. Maca's Vial of Fierce Flame is for emergency use, so it must not be used right now."

The question at the beginning seems to have returned to the original point after a long circle - what should he do next?

"Sure enough, I can only run away when I see something wrong?"

He stood behind the Auror, looked out of the window over several shoulders, and saw the figures of the dark wizards in the distance. It can be found that the battle is naturally still going on, but compared to the beginning, the enemy has also started to counterattack one after another.

Ron stared at the situation outside, his brain running rapidly, trying to come up with at least a feasible plan for himself.

However, turning the tide depends on strength after all, and he is obviously not at all capable.

"Is it still the fire bottle? As long as you throw it on time, if you are lucky enough to ignite a few enemies..."

Thinking about it, his left hand touched the pocket containing the potion again, and then he held the potion bottle inside and fell into deep thought again.

"It should be... almost something!"

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