Chapter 1010 ? Your Melon Field Was Contracted by Me (Sincere Thanks to the Lord Boundless Forest)
The man in the strange robe that he was familiar with walked towards him, the watermelon in the hands of the melon planting wizard rolled to the ground, he pulled out his wand, pointed at the person coming, and watched the person approaching with vigilance, pretending to be brave Asked: "Here... are you a new colleague or a contact from a pure-blooded family? I don't think I've seen you down there. Hello, my name is... According to your English pronunciation, it should be ji... Wait, stop approaching otherwise…"
But as soon as his wand was fixed on the visitor, the other party lifted the hood in front of him. He finally saw the appearance of the visitor. The Melon Planting Wizard was so frightened that his throat tightened and he could not make a sound at all. Now, he felt his palms clammy with his wand, and beads of sweat on his shiny brow.
His hands were trembling constantly. In this case, he should have held down the Death Eater's mark and reported the news of Allen's arrival, but under the gaze of the other party, he didn't dare to move at all, and his mind was wandering It's all about how to save your own life.
"Alan ha...Principal Harris...I...I..." Feeling the dangerous and cold aura on Alan's body, the melon witch who stumbled back a few steps only felt a heat flow down his legs , flowing out through the trouser legs, "I'm just...a melon grower...don't kill me..."
"Then boss...how much do you pay for each melon?" Allen was very friendly when he laughed, but it was obviously more terrifying in the eyes of the melon wizard.
"You can take whatever you want! You can take whatever you want!" The Melon Planting Wizard only felt even more flustered.
"Let me ask you, how much is this melon?" Allen smiled for a long time.
Seeing that he couldn't satisfy the other party without money, the ponytail wizard opened his mouth, seeing that the other party made an appearance that he really wanted to buy melons, even if he knew that he was probably trying to find fault on purpose, he didn't dare not cooperate.
The ponytail wizard wiped the sweat from his forehead with his magic robe, and subconsciously blurted out: "7 Galleons...ah! No!" As if frightened by the price he quoted, he quickly changed his words, "Sorry I was wrong, it was 7 nuts."
The ponytail wizard found that the other party did not answer him immediately, but pressed his finger on his arm just like they usually use the mark of the Death Eater. After waiting for a while, Alan raised his head and smiled apologetically , like a talkative customer: "Sir, can you please choose one for me?"
"Hi!" The melon-planting wizard replied with some inarticulate, his heart was in his throat, and it was so congested that it was difficult for him to breathe. He opened his legs stiffly, walked into the field, and went one by one in a numb manner. Flicking the watermelon, I just feel hopeless-this Harris doesn't want to solve himself after walking into the watermelon field.
The melon-growing wizard tremblingly picked off a watermelon he thought was growing better, patted it for confirmation, took a deep breath and turned around in fear, only to find that Alan didn't seem to want to attack him at all. Standing on the edge of the field and looking at him, it seemed that he really came to buy a watermelon.
Although he was relieved, the melon grower came back tremblingly, and he handed the watermelon in the direction of Allen, "Mr. Harris, what do you think of this?"
"Your melon, is it ripe?" Allen also put his hand on the watermelon and patted it lightly, and the watermelon made a blunt, muffled sound, as if there was an echo.
"I'm a watermelon grower! I know which melon tastes the best... I would never dare to pick raw ones for you!" He looked at Alan in trepidation, holding the watermelon tightly with his arms, his lips and teeth whining stiffly clarified.
Then, the melon planter saw in astonishment that Allen suddenly and unhurriedly took away the wand he hadn't held before,
This frightened him a little, and the ponytail man, who knew how powerful the other party was, couldn't raise the will to resist at all.
Allen chopped it down with a knife, and the watermelon fell to the ground, and the red juice scattered all over the ground.
Allen raised his head, dipped some blood-stained watermelon juice on his nose with the tip of his wand, sniffed it, and said, "It's indeed ripe, maybe my aunt would like the smell better..."
"Mr. Harris, I'll pick a few more for you right now, please wait... eh?!"
The wand in Allen's hand turned into a sharp sword composed of magical energy emitting red light. Seeing this situation, the melon wizard realized the fate he was about to face. He yelled frantically, but immediately, he felt something scorching hot sticking against the flesh of his stomach and went in, followed by severe pain and weakness, all the muscles in his body convulsed, and he lost his strength. Only wheezing and wheezing.
"I've been drinking too much recently and I need to control it, and I can't eat too much sweet things... Your level of spell casting is just right for me to use this useless trick as a weight loss exercise..." Wait until Alan will When it was pulled out, the man with the ponytail suddenly felt a burst of heat gushing out from his abdominal cavity. He covered his wound and his facial features wrinkled together, tilted to the ground with a plop, and fell to the ground.
"Using human blood to cast magic on the land does grow well, but in this modern age... I have a half-breed friend who regularly casts an expansion spell on pumpkins to solve the problem of planting. You still use Muggles to cultivate the land like this is you It’s no longer…” Allen took back the transformed wand, kicked the ponytail man’s wand a little further away, and began to dig in his pocket, “If you keep pressing the wound, you may be able to hold on for a while longer. , but if you can end the pain quickly if you let go, if you can muster up the perseverance to get your own magic wand over there to heal yourself, maybe you can survive, how about it? What would you choose?" Saying that, Ai Lun took out a handful of Galleons and threw it on the opponent, "By the way, I have contracted your melon field."
Feeling the sound of his own breathing, the ponytail wizard heard the movement of the stone door in the cellar grotto not far away. Realizing that he was hopeless, he let go of the hand holding the wound in frustration. He felt his eyelids heal. It was getting heavier and heavier, and he tried to open his eyes wide, but finally he was unable to support it.
After completely closing his eyes, what he saw was the sound of Allen's ancient-style leather boots walking steadily towards the grotto.
Inside the grotto, the Death Eaters who stayed behind heard the sharp scream of the Melon Planter Wizard and realized what was happening outside. They gathered immediately, pulled out their wands, and ran towards the entrance of the cave.
But the originally unobstructed hole was suddenly surrounded by a yellow-green mist that surged out of nowhere.
The wizards running at the front had no time to dodge, and their thin bodies suddenly went limp, and they fell to the ground, dead.
The remaining two larger black wizards also lost their lives a few seconds later. One of them tried to run forward, while the other tried to hold his breath and started to retreat, but obviously this didn't help because they almost At the same time fell to the ground.
"Don't go forward! Someone cast a cloud of death spell at the door!" A wizard dressed as a Death Eater who clearly had a higher status than the others shouted. He recognized the spell and quickly grabbed the people around him .
At the door, more and more yellow-green clouds and mists gradually gathered, replacing the original stone door, blocking all the passages from the grotto to the outside.
Everyone stopped in their tracks and took a few steps back collectively, but the wands in their hands were still facing the door.
"The master just left and we were attacked. This is a trap, hurry up! Don't be in a daze and tell them to come back!" The clever dark wizards immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly tried to report to the Dark Lord.
And the clever wizard who yelled just now tapped his wand on the Death Eater mark on his arm when he yelled just now, but the loose magic power seemed to sink into the sea, and he didn't arouse the slightest response. It hurts, and I didn't feel the familiar burning feeling: "I can't contact the master, someone has set up a screen barrier!"
After he finished his roar, the scene became strangely quiet for a moment. At the entrance of the grotto, where the light was blocked by clouds and mist, in this passage that was almost frozen in silence, they suddenly heard a muffled, heavy and urgent sound. breathing.
Many Death Eaters stopped their movements under this atmosphere, just as they expected, and then a dazzling red light shone in the yellow-green mist, illuminating the dark space.
A figure exuding a cold death breath appeared in front of them. The wizard wearing ancient robes wore an Auror-style beak mask that originated from the Auror-style beak mask used by doctors in the Middle Ages to block the air. The dazzling light was coming It was caused by the red magic power emerging from the tip of the wand he was holding in his hand at this time.