Chapter 803 Proof of Crying

Loren held Hermione's hands all the way.

Through the whistling wind sand and the hot sunlight, come to the shining place of magic, there are several dunes near the fall point, which is scattered and orderly. At about the foot, the cool water vapor was blown deep in the aisle, and it was refreshing.

Through the aisle, although this road does not have a fork, it is not straight. It is curved and can not see how long the road ahead is, but the unique fragrance of plants gradually becomes obvious through the veil, and under the feet The loose and soft sand also gradually became a solid soil.

It seems to be a completely different world.

Loren sucked his nose and sniffed the air in the road, feeling the remaining heat in the body and the warm water vapor dispelled.

The seven turns and eight turns, the soil of the aisle ground gradually turned from the dry and hard block state to moist and soft, and there were sporadic greenness in the field of vision. It was moss and weeds. I even saw aloe vera. The great right turns, the vision was suddenly cheerful, and the whole sight was full of greenness, even the sun on the head was a little softer.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, and the same thoughts flashed in their brains--

Magic Spring was really in the garden.

Loren looked around and observed the oasis.

Not far away is the low and lush shrub, lush green, and taller crown in the distance. It stands leisurely. Occasionally, the birds can be seen in the branches, and the ground grass is in the grass.

The glory of the magic of the magic when looking out outside is scattered into several beams, with different falling points. There are pure magic fluctuations in the air. There is also no Muggle expelction curse.

No matter how glorious civilizations have been in this area before, how many powerful magics have been born, now there are no traces, and everything is ordinary and ordinary.

Hermione's soft whisper came from his side: "This is the garden where the good luck spring is located?"

"It is a garden created by a good spring spring."

"What's the meaning?"

"This garden is located deep in the desert. When we just came, you also saw it. There may not be a rain here for a few years. The nearby geographical environment does not have water storage conditions. It can derive stable oasis because of the existence of good luck. "

"Can Magic Spring Eyes continue to summon fresh water sources ..."

"And this magic is affected by the stars, and there is a magical change. Only on this summer, the longest road is exposed at the time of the day. Can't find its traces "."

"Like the bold and loyal mantra of nature."

"Yes."

Loren saw Hermione's eyes widened slightly, his expression was slightly shocked, and he could not help showing a smile: "Anyway, don't need to hurry, let's walk around.

"You said that the same just now."

"You agreed just now."

Loren held her hand and shake it twice back and forth. She did not use the phantom to show it. Instead, she pulled her forward and moved to the nearest magic glory as usual.

There are magic near the good luck spring in "The Story of Poetry Poetry". There are vines that will attack people like people will attacked people like a person, but there are lush and rare potions and fruit trees. This oasis are extremely calm. There are no signs.

Although they do not know the surrounding plants, Loren can determine that they do not have any magic fluctuations, just ordinary plants.

The ground weeds are overgrown, there are no roads, and there are no traces of tramples of large animals. When encountering vines, there can only be a split spell and cutting curse to open the road.

"[[Shenfeng No Shadow]"

Loren shook a blade with hand, cut the vines in front of the road, stepped forward, and at the same time looked at the puddle not far ahead.

The area is only a few square meters. It is barely counted as a small lake with a few grass leaves on it. The lake is clear and translucent, and the water is lingering with a stranded water grass and moss.

There is no fish swimming in the lake, and only a white snake is wandering.

The color of this snake makes Hermione feel a little familiar.

"Did you discover it?"

Loren noticed the doubts in her eyes.

"Remember the story of good Yunquan ..." Hermione looked at the snow -white snake, saying thoughtfully, "The first level that the three witch and the unlucky knight met in the story, they went to a white white Earthworms need to prove their pain.

"The earthworm trays are around the hills, with huge figures, bloated figures, blind eyes ..." Loren recalled the description of Poetan Weng Pei, "it sounds really like the brocade of the albinism."

"Wow ..."

The sound of slight waves came from the lake.

Loren heard his voice and looked at it.

The snow -white Jin snake did not know when to travel to the shore, drilled out of the water, climbed towards them, and opened pale eyes.

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The snow -white snake came to them, raised their heads, and shook slightly: "Well ..."

Loren and Hermione did not understand the snake cavity, but they vaguely guessed what it wanted to express, and tentatively asked: "Prove pain to you?"

Jin Snake nodded slightly.

"I remember... the witch named Asha in the story was terminally ill. In pain and despair, she inadvertently shed tears to prove her pain." Hermione turned to look at him, "Can our tears pass?"

"Can you shed tears now?"

"..."

The two looked at each other and quickly came up with a solution.

Loren kept common ingredients and potions in the pendant for a long time. Several potions had irritating smells, but in the end he chose the milder onion.

Pinching a few marks with his fingernails and sniffing a few times, his nose suddenly became sore and his eyes were blurred.

He sniffed, dipped his fingers in tears, one drop each, and put them in front of the snow-white nostrils of the elaphrodite.

The blind elaphrodite originally had no expression on its face, but at this moment it showed clear disgust, put away its snake tongue, closed its mouth, and silently turned its head to the side.

"..."

Loren and Hermione were also silent.

They were 17 or 18 years old, and had just graduated from Hogwarts. One was full of ambition and was about to join the Ministry of Magic to fight for his ideals and had a bright future. The other was a legendary wizard before he reached adulthood, and was preparing to change the world and create a better future... In general, their careers were going well and their love lives were happy.

Suffering was really something that was too much to ask.