Ch 96-97-98-99-100
You are a wizard, not a berserker!
Ivan was very weak when seeing this scene, but he knew that Aisia was different from Chino, who was weak and inconvenient at the time. She would not stand in place and be beaten obediently. Sports warfare is normal.
So the first thing to do is to limit her ability to move...
The purple flame barrier in front of him lost control and slowly disappeared. When Aysia stood still, more dummies had been activated. Ivan shamelessly hid behind several dummies, using them as shields, and then Control the other dummies to attack from the front, left, and right directions.
Perhaps feeling that such an offensive force was too weak, Ivan was about to block Aysia's only retreat, so he waved his wand and pointed at the square wooden tables behind Aysia.
"The wooden table is flying here!"
Under the traction of magic, several wooden tables rolled and flew in the direction of Ivan, while Aisia was just in the middle...
The size of the wooden table is not small, even the purple flame barrier before can not easily burn it...
Ivan feels that even if Esiah is undefeated, she should be in a panic, but Ivan soon happens to happen that Esiah laughs happily, and the laughter even makes him a little scared...
"Thunderbolt explodes!"
Aisia's voice suddenly sounded in the practice room, the wand was pointed, and the orange flame ignited, crashing into the galloping wooden table...
At the moment of contact, several wooden tables were blown into pieces with a bang, and then swallowed by flames...
Sawdust and ashes drifted down from the sky, affecting the light of the magic lamp. The entire practice room was covered with gray, and a dark ghost fire rose in the middle. After seeing it clearly, Ivan realized that it was not a ghost fire, but a small group of fierce fire. !
The activated dummy that rushed past was instantly burned to ashes. Ivan swallowed hard, but fortunately, the fierce fire quickly dissipated. I don't know if it can't be maintained or if I'm just afraid of him being burned to death...
"The whirlwind swept away!"
The violent wind blew on the training ground, and the sawdust floating in the air was swept away. Aysia's face was smiling but not smiling. There were faint magic patterns flashing on the few rings on her left hand, step by step towards Yi Where near...
is followed by a dazzling magic light...
The blue one is a coma spell... the purple one is a fear spell... the black-gray Ivan has no impression, but if he is hit, there is absolutely no good result.
Ivan was struggling to construct a magic barrier in front of him, but the various spells came too quickly and quickly, and the magic barrier just constructed was torn to pieces in less than a second.
The sundries and obstructions available around were almost smashed in the first few rounds. Now, besides him and Aysia, there is only one piece of debris left in the lounge...
The activated dummies around him suffered a few more times and fell to the ground.
Ivan even wondered if Esiah didn't need to chant spells and cast spells at all, and how did he practice his inhuman hand speed?
After resisting it for a while, Ivan soon noticed the abnormality of Aysia's right hand glove and the magical fluorescence flowing on the ring.
You are cheating!
Ivan almost yelled at him, but when he was distracted, he didn't check it for a while. He was hit by a black light. The reflective barrier built by the iron curse flashed past and the light bounced off before breaking and disappearing. West Asia shoots away.
Asya did not see it, the black light was automatically extinguished before it approached, and at the same time, the badge on Esiah's magic robe gradually dimmed, and a crack appeared.
"Except your weapon!" Aysia did not dare to give Ivan the slightest chance. After breaking Ivan's Iron Armor Curse, the Disarming Curse followed.
Lost the last protection, Ivan subconsciously had to spend academic points to activate the experience card and use the Shadow of the Unicorn, but in the end he held it back. After all, this is not a real battle, and it is not worth the price.
After hesitating, the wand in Ivan's hand flew high and fell into Esiah's hand.
Esiah reached out to take it, and then pointed his wand at Ivan again..
"Fuchsia..."
"Wait...I surrender!" Ivan raised his hands without hesitation, but it didn't work. The body quickly turned upside down under the action of magic, so that Ivan's eyes could only be seen. Aysia's thighs.
"In a real battle, the enemy won't let you off because of surrender." Aisia knelt down and tapped Ivan's forehead with her magic wand.
After a lesson, Aysia waved his magic wand and put Ivan down.
"I have never seen any magic props in ordinary combat practice. You are cheating..." Ivan got up from the ground depressed.
After fighting for so long, of course he could see that in the course of the battle, Aysia relied on the blessing of a large number of magic items to achieve the same strength as before.
"Magic props are also part of the wizard's power!"
Aysia spoke out a lesson, but her heart was dripping blood. Many of the magic items used before~www.mtlnovel.com~ are one-time magic items, which are difficult to repair after being destroyed...
It takes a lot of energy to reproduce, and a lot of Jin Jialong...
I can only say that Ivan's strength really exceeded her expectations. In order to preserve her majesty as a mother, she would not be disgraced in the battle, so she could only burn money...
After Ivan got up to return the wand, summing up the previous battle process, I have to say that Esiah's strength is amazing.
Even at the beginning of passive defense, he can easily defuse his attacks, and when he actively attacks later, he can only parry.
Ivan estimated that even if he used blood magic, he couldn't confirm that he could win, because Aysia had obviously not exhausted all his strength just now, and many destructive magics could not be used in the battle.
Thinking of this, Ivan was somewhat disappointed, and Aysia naturally saw this and said with a smile.
"Why, you still want to beat me to be satisfied?"
Ivan shook his head frantically when he saw Aysia's smiling face. He didn't want to experience the feeling of being hung in the air once.
"Then can I learn to call the gods now?" Ivan didn't forget the purpose of this battle, and hurriedly asked.
Aisia stretched out her hand to tidy up Ivan's clothes that seemed a little messy after the battle, and then asked Ivan to use the Hushen to protect her once. She really thought about how to teach it.
"Holy guard!" Ivan waved his wand, and the white mist gushed out from the top of the wand, gathering more and more around the two people, faintly hearing the unicorn neighing.
A breath of tranquility and peace surged into the hearts of the two of them...
Such a peculiar sight also surprised Esiah a little bit. The normal call to the guardian is not like this...
"Forbidden book area..." Ivan briefly explained.
Aisia nodded, not asking more, but thinking about how to help him.
She originally thought that Ivan asked her to protect her because she didn't know how to condense her emotions and couldn't release the spell, but now it seems that the situation is obviously not the case.
Ivan's mastery of the Hushen Guardian is not low, all that is missing is the transformation of the Guardian God.
And this is also the troublesome level of practicing calling the gods to guard. Some people may not be able to gather the guardian gods successfully after practicing for several months.
But it is not that there is no way to learn quickly, as long as it can create enough external pressure stimulation...
"Well, I will find someone to prepare for you to practice calling the gods, but it will take two or three days." Aysia said distressedly, because it means that she will have to spend a fortune again. .
I practice something to protect the gods?
Is it a dementor?
Ivan guessed, but soon felt that it was impossible. It was not so easy to get a dementor.
Most of those things are guards in Azkaban, and the rest are also seen in groups in places where death and disease are spreading. It is difficult to deal with, let alone catch one alive.
The most likely one should be Bogut, which can transform what people fear most.
The expression on Ivan's face is a bit strange.
Aysia thinks that the thing he fears most is the dementor, so he rushed to learn to protect him, right?
Ivan Zhang wanted to ask, but Aysia was secretive, and probably wouldn't tell herself directly.
Forget it, Bogut is Bogut...
Ivan feels that after practicing Occlumency, he may be able to forge a memory and make it look like a dementor. It should be more or less useful, right?
Next, Ivan was not idle while waiting. After the wand was in his hand, he could freely cast spells, and then resumed the daily routine magic practice.
In my free time, I was pestering Aysia to learn how to make magic items.
In the previous battle, Ivan was very interested in the explosive combat power that Esiah played with magic props. If he could make dozens of magic items and carry him, wouldn't it be invincible?
However, Aysia interrupted his fantasies mercilessly.
I really want to do this, after a battle, the family will go bankrupt...
"Then you use magic props when you are practicing?" Ivan said weakly, but he saw Aisia secretly repairing the damaged badge in the studio after the battle was over...
He saw Aisia's distressed look before, and estimated that it would take a lot of Jin Jialong to repair...
Ivan opened his mouth and wanted to continue spitting out, but as Aysia's increasingly dangerous gaze, he still wisely chose to shut up...
Aisia rummaged in the studio for a while, and finally turned out several thick books, and then threw them to him.
Compared to the little jokes and nonsense between him and the Weasley brothers at school, Aysia's teaching method is much more formal. There are a few thick books that he will read after reading. ...
"Detailed Explanation of Basic Magic Materials", "On the Conductivity of Metal Magic Power", "Magic Pattern Arrangement-Tips You Don't Know"...
"I still have to read books..." Ivan muttered to himself while looking at the pile of books on the table.
But Ivan didn't have any repulsive thoughts. When he was at Hogwarts, he himself liked to soak in the library.
After throwing the book to Ivan, Aysia stayed in the basement to repair the magic items consumed before except occasionally going out.
And Ivan was successfully promoted to be the agent of this dark magic shop, or the salesperson at the front desk. When he encountered something that couldn't be solved, I would let Esiah deal with it.
Every week he works, he has two Jin Jialong as his salary, which is regarded as his pocket money...
So in addition to practicing magic all day long, Ivan just sat at the counter, flipping through books, and taking care of his black magic shop.
For several days, Ivan finished reading two books, but did not wait for any visitor to come.
Ivan is not surprised, selling dark magic goods, sometimes it is normal not to visit customers for ten and a half months. Only three or five deals are needed in a month, and the gold Jialong earned is enough for them to survive.
Of course, it is just enough to survive. If the business is really bad, they will have to live a hard life for a while.
Jingle Bell...
On the door, the hanging doorbell moved without wind, and Ivan put down the book in his hand. This is a little magic set by Esiah at the door, which means that someone is coming in...
"Welcome to the magic shop, is there anything you need?" Ivan asked politely.
"Little Ivan? I'm not here to buy things."
Outside the door, an unfamiliar middle-aged wizard walked in, looking about in his early forties, with sparse brown hair neatly combed behind his head, wearing a large black-gray wizard robe, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com has two sleeves, one long and one short. It seems that some potion to increase fragrance has been temporarily sprayed on his body, but Ivan is still able to smell the alcohol hidden under the fragrance.
Seeing people, the memory in Ivan's mind emerged, and he finally had a certain understanding of the middle-aged wizard in front of him.
Dougt...
Former...Vice President of the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries!
is also his mother's most important friend in Knockdown Alley... and an ally!
No one knows what his last name is. In Ivan's memory, he is called Dougt.
But Ivan is a little confused, how could such a character be reduced to living in Knockturn Alley?
"What about your mother? Why are you here today?" Dougt took a quick look around after entering the door. He didn't see anyone. Then he looked at Ivan. His eyes were full of love, and he even stretched out his right hand to want Stroking the top of Ivan's head.
Ivan subconsciously hid, and after hiding, he was stunned. Why was he so proficient?
Looking through the memory, Ivan discovered that he had done this action many times before, and there was about a half chance of being able to dodge it.
Dougt was not embarrassed if he failed to touch his head, he calmly retracted his hand, and Ivan spoke at this moment.
"My mother is in the basement, she should be repairing magic items? Is there anything you want?"
"I just came to see her." Dougt mumbled, and then walked inside.
Ivan was dubious, and then remembered the doubts before, and asked aloud.
"By the way, do you know any conflicts between my mother and Professor Dumbledore?"
Hearing Ivan talking about Dumbledore, Douglas didn't look good, so he hesitated for a while before speaking.
"That's because ten..."
"Dougt!"
Before Dougte finished speaking, Esiah walked out of the basement and interrupted aloud, with a trace of anger in his low tone.
"Okay.. okay...I understand, those are things from the past." Dougt didn't want to mention these old events, because they always remind him of some angry things.
Dougt talked half way, leaving Ivan confused.
ten... ten what?
While Ivan was guessing silently in his heart, Aysia threw a book over and hit him on the head.
"Read me well, don't keep asking about irrelevant things..." Aysia gave him a dissatisfied look, and finally looked at Dougter.
"Did you get what I need?"
"Of course, it's just that this thing is not easy to handle. You have to find a box that can trap it, and it took a lot of effort to send it here."
Dougert grinned and continued to complain, but then the conversation changed, and he patted his chest to indicate that if he could help, this trouble would not be a big deal...
Aisia was not interested in listening to these nonsense, and threw the bag in her right hand over.
"Is this enough?"
"Look at what you said, I'm just doing a little favor, not a deal." Dougter smiled flatteringly, and after receiving it, he changed hands and threw it on the counter, beckoning Ivan to put it away.
The bag is not big, and it is very light when it hits the wooden counter, but there is a sound of metal crashing against each other.
Ivan guessed that the internal space of the bag may have been expanded and its weight reduced.
I looked in through the unfastened opening, there are glittering gold inside, there are many, all of them are Jin Jialong...
The conversation between the two of them, Ivan can also understand very clearly, the Jin Jialong that needs to spend this value, Dougt can only get a dementor...
Thinking of this, Ivan suddenly looked at this middle-aged man with admiration. A former deputy dean of the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries had such skills.
As for the bag thrown on the table by Doug, Ivan didn't mean to touch it, because he understood the character of his mother, Aisia, and was never willing to accept help from others.
Dougert also understood this, and sighed, very helplessly persuading him.
"I received news a few days ago that the Ministry of Magic will be making a big move in the near future, and it is stepping up the investigation of dark magic items. Minister Fudge has made a lot of determination this time, and even the manor of the pure-blooded wizard family is searching. Within the range. Although the Ministry of Magic is unlikely to find Knockoff Alley, it will affect business anyway."
Hearing this, Ivan also remembered at this time. In the original book, Harry did have a large-scale search before he was in the second grade.
Even the Malfoy family was affected and had to find a way to dispose of the Horcrux notebook. It can be seen that the Ministry of Magic's investigation was not a simple trivia.
Aisia's face changed. If the Ministry of Magic really does this, then in the next few months, I am afraid that even a single big business will be gone.
After all, those who really buy magic items are mostly rich people from pure-blood families. It is not realistic to expect the poor ghosts of Knockdown Alley to consume them.
Even so, Aysia insisted.
"I will find a way to deal with this matter, you should put away the money first."
Seeing Esia's insistence, Dougt had no choice but to put the bag of Jin Jialong into his pocket, and then left for lunch with a dead skinny face.
This time, Aysia did not refuse, but Ivan was very helpless, because Doug always tried to get close to him, and seemed to want to start from him to get closer to Aysia.
Ivan rummaged through his own memories, and found that Dougte had been like this before, and he had never concealed his affection for Aysia.
Of course, the relative Aisia has never concealed that he has no interest in Dougt, but the other party is still happy...
Until the afternoon, Ivan was unable to get rid of the middle-aged man, because the dementor who practiced calling the gods was placed in Dougert's house and it was said that it was not easy to move.
Dougt directly suggested that if he was going to do something to the dementor, he could go to his home, and it would be safer to have him under his care.
Aisia readily agreed, and then drove Ivan and Dougout out of the Black Magic Shop...
"So, the dementor is the little Ivan you want?" Dougt's expression is very strange, he thought it was Aesia who was involved in some dark magic experiments that needed the dementor.
"I used it to learn to call the gods, or else?" Ivan shrugged.
"I knew you were going to use it, so I brought the box over." Dougt muttered to himself.
Ivan naturally saw Dougt's careful thoughts, and was speechless, and he didn't want to spend an afternoon with this old man.
As soon as he went out, within a few minutes~www.mtlnovel.com~Dougt took out a hip flask from his long sleeves and filled it up. The reason why he didn't drink it in front of Aysia was that Dougt didn't want to influence himself in the other side's mind. In front of Ivan, he couldn't help it.
Dougert's house is not far from here, only a small alley, but the location is relatively remote, there are almost no houses around, but some trees and weeds grow empty, the side of the house is still slanted and slanted. There was a dusty sign with a few words outlined on it.
St Mungo's Magic Hospital...
Ivan looked a little weird, if he remembers correctly, the hospital in the wizarding world seems to be called the Saint Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries, right?
I dared to hang up the sign after deleting two words, this is also a ruthless person...
Fortunately, no one came to trouble him all these years...
When I reached the door, Ivan realized that someone was waiting there. It was a wizard in his thirties. The wizard robe on his body was very shabby. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the left hand under his sleeves was faint. Braving the black air.
Werewolf?
Ivan looked at him, and he quietly held the wand in his right hand. After only a few days, Ivan did not forget the battle that night. One of the silver-haired werewolves was hit by black magic in his left hand.
The scruffy wizard didn't mean to do anything. Instead, he walked up to Dougt and pulled his sleeves apart, revealing the corroded pits and pits, with a weird appearance of his left hand.
"Is there any help?" said the wizard.
Dougte drank, but that didn't affect his judgment at all. After looking at it for a while, he opened his five fingers and gestured.
"I can only last for five days?" The wizard was silent for a while before speaking.
"I mean, there are a total of five hundred Jin Jialong..." Doug said gruffly.
Five hundred Jin Jialong?
The shaggy wizard's eyebrows furrowed, anger flashed in his eyes, but he still said in a deep voice.
"I don't have that much.. But I can work for you to pay."
"No, I don't need manpower here...especially I don't need a werewolf! How much money do you have, I think about how you can cure it..." Dougter was very impatient.
After being exposed, the wizard's figure trembled, but there was no overreaction. He touched his tattered robe with his right hand and searched it. The search was very serious. In the end, he found only more than 50 Jin Jialongs. There are some silver sike and copper nat.
After thinking for a while, the wizard was ready to take back some more, but Dougt took all Jin Jialong with him, Yinxi Ke and Tong Nath did not move, and mumbled "Poor ghost werewolf... "After that, the wand was pulled out to prepare for treatment.
Dougt was muttering something in his mouth, the wand was placed on the pitted left hand of the wizard, and then the thick black energy was gradually drawn out and poured into the grass on the right under the guidance of the wand in Dougt's hand.
The weeds that touched the black air withered, and Ivan was secretly surprised to see what kind of black magic could cause such an effect.
"Okay, let's go." The treatment lasted only more than a minute, and Dougt stopped.
The black air on the wizard's left hand has faded a lot, but it has not been completely eliminated, and the ordinary trauma Dougt has not taken care of it.
This is the way to treat more than fifty Jin Jialong,
It's fine to cure it until you can't die...
Anyway, the werewolf's recovery speed is very fast, the next time the full moon night, these injuries and residual black energy will naturally be eliminated...
has long been used to being treated this way, the werewolf wizard didn't react much but just turned and left dumbly.
"The fresh white juice can heal injuries, and the roots of wormwood ground into powder should have a certain effect on the injuries caused by black magic." Ivan suddenly reminded after the werewolf wizard left.
The werewolf wizard had a pause, then looked back at him with a slightly surprised look, then nodded, whispered as if to say something, turned and left...
"I didn't expect you to know a little knowledge about potions?" Dougt asked unexpectedly.
"It's not the first day that Hogwarts has a potions class." Ivan shrugged.
"I was also at Hogwarts back then, and I wouldn't teach these things in the first grade." Dougter looked appreciative, and he reached out his hand and wanted to stroke Ivan's hair, but this time he was still hidden. past.
"By the way, Dean Dougert, you don't want to see the werewolf?" Ivan asked aloud.
"There are no wizards to see them. Even in Knockdown Alley, few people are willing to recruit werewolves to work. They are just a group of troublesomes. They get out of control on the night of the full moon and are usually not very stable." Dougt watched. He gave an explanation with a glance.
"Isn't there a wolf poison potion?" Ivan asked in a puzzled way.
"Lemon Potion? What is that?" Dougt asked strangely.
Ivan suddenly shut up, he suddenly remembered that the wolf poison potion might not have been developed by Marcus and his uncle. No wonder the werewolves were so miserable.
But even if it is developed, most werewolves may not be able to afford it...
Dougt looked at Ivan suspiciously for a while, took out the key, opened the door of the mansion, and walked in.
Ivan followed Doug into this somewhat run-down mansion.
Everything inside looks a little messy. There are a lot of empty wine bottles on the mahogany table in the hall, the floor is stained with some yellow, yellow, green and green stains, and the flying broomstick hanging on the wall is full of dust. I don't know how long it has not been. Used it.
Although Ivan knew that this was a work place transformed from a part of the mansion, he never expected it to be like this.
Is this really a hospital? You just let the patient stay here?
Ivan gave Dougt a weird look.
Dougte patted his head. It must have been too much alcohol yesterday. He originally planned to clean it up when he got up in the morning, but he forgot it for a while. Fortunately, it wasn't Esiah that came with him.
But when he usually stays alone, he obviously doesn't think it's too dirty, it's okay...
Dougt muttered to himself, while waving his wand.
"Clean up!"
The magical ripples gradually spread to the surroundings, the crumbled empty wine bottles were automatically collected in the corners, the tables and chairs were moved to where they should be, and the dust was swept away in a short time. ...
In just a few minutes, this mansion was cleaned up to live in...
Only then did Ivan notice that there were many big photos hanging on the walls around the mansion.
is a young and handsome wizard with thick brown hair, holding a trophy in his hand, or taking photos with others, with a hearty smile on his face...
"Who is that? Your brother, or a child?" Ivan stared left and right.
"That's me!" Dougt glared at Ivan, he couldn't recognize him?
Ivan carefully looked at Dougt, especially the thinning hair and beer belly, comparing the young and handsome appearance in the photo.
He really can't tell...
But think about it, who was never handsome before...
Dougert didn't let Ivan stay in the hall~www.mtlnovel.com~ but took him to a closed room.
It was empty here, only a big box was placed in the corner. Ivan walked a few steps and found that the surface of the box was burned with a large number of unknown magic texts, and he had a big booth in the wand and when he passed through the barriers. What you see on it is different.
Other than that, it's hard to imagine that a terrifying dementor can be trapped with just a large box.
Ivan pretended to accidentally touch it lightly,
[Magic Item: Save Box
Magic: Medium
Description: This is a special box that has the ability to isolate magic power after some ancient magic texts have been burned. ]
"Don't touch it, I bought this box from the Wizard Market with a 30% discount. The seal may not be tight." Dougt came forward and slapped his hand, and said solemnly.
"I don't know why Aysia would agree with you to use a dementor to practice calling the gods, but I want to remind you that this is a terrifying-looking creature..."
Ivan nodded, he knew when he was reading in his previous life, and of course he knew the danger of dementors.
"How are you going to practice? Do you need me to demonstrate it?" Dougt was not pouring wine into his mouth, looking at Ivan with some worry. He would not be in danger of life by his side, but if I made a heart-wounding Aisia I'll blame him.
"No need, just come on..." Ivan thought for a while, but refused.
What he needs is pressure, the bigger the better...
If something really happened anyway, Dougt would take care of it in time.
"Well, you pay attention..."
Dougert put his wand on the lock, shattered it, and slammed the box open, and then retreated to the other corner with great strides, lest he become the dementor's primary target.
The next moment, the surroundings seemed to become dim, and the box containing the dementors looked even more black holes.
cold...dead silence...
Ivan feels his body has fallen into the ice cellar, what power is there to draw away the heat from his body.
Then, a withered, crusted palm stretched out from the box, and a weird figure in a cloak floated out.
It doesn't seem to have legs, it just floats in the air... the exposed body is rotten and the bones can be seen...
Ivan has seen the pitted arms of the werewolf, and also seen Chino's body after being burned by flames, but it is far from being compared with the dementor. The dementor looks like a mummy covered in rags. Only an empty body...
Ivan tried hard to think of happy things in his heart, but couldn't remember at all. He just felt like he was back in the hospital bed. The devil named Pain was drawing his only vitality bit by bit. He was unable to resist and could only sit and watch his own death.
Dougt took a sip of wine, his wand was already in his hand, ready to intervene at any time, he felt that Ivan might not be able to hold on, he only hoped that this would not leave any psychological shadows.
The dementor had already floated in front of Ivan at this time, breathing out a cold breath, and then gradually peeled off an illusory thing with various colors from Ivan's body, and sucked into the hollow space. In the mouth...
I don't know when, the dementor's dry fingers have grabbed the brim of the hat, ready to open it, Dougart is about to make a move, but stops again, because a magic wand has been stretched into the dementor's mouth...
"Call God to guard!"
Under the threat of death, Ivan shouted loudly.
In the dim and dead space, the color was restored, accompanied by a neighing sound, the dazzling light pierced the body of the dementor, and then more light penetrated from its tattered cloak.
The silent wailing sound shook the surrounding air, and the light body of the dementor seemed to have received a heavy blow. The figure was a little illusory, and it flew out, and finally got into the box under the pressure of the white mist. .
The white mist was about to pour in, and the box was suddenly covered, but Doug had walked to the box for some time and started to clean up the mess.
"How do you feel? Is it okay? I don't have chocolate here, maybe you can drink a little... wine?" Dougt asked concerned.
"No, I'm fine.. The wine is fine." Ivan shook his head, then glanced at the system panel.
Hushen's Guardian was directly promoted to Level 3. The pressure this time was not normal. It's worth noting that he deliberately didn't use Occlumency to resist the Dementor's ability to absorb happiness.
"Go ahead!" Ivan spent a few minutes adjusting his emotions and then continued.
"So fast? Don't take a break?" Doug raised his eyebrows.
"Go on!" Ivan insisted.
Dougteyiyan opened the box, and the dementor rushed out again. Its face was hidden in the cloak, but for some reason, Ivan could feel the anger of the other party...
"Holy guard!" Faced with the dementors again, Ivan is already familiar with the road, and his fear has been reduced a lot. More importantly, the upgrade of skills has made him find happiness...
The white mist reappeared, this time more than before, and even faintly condensed into the appearance of a patron saint, the white mist wrapped the body of the dementor and pressed it back into the box again.
[Ding, after practice, the proficiency of calling the gods and guards has been greatly improved...]
"Huh..." Ivan looked at the prompts in the system bar and was very satisfied. Faced with the dementors to practice calling the gods, the proficiency really increased quickly.
In this case, you might be able to raise your level to level four in one afternoon...
Thinking of this, Ivan said excitedly.
"carry on..."
Dougt's look is very strange, the dementor's horrible ability to absorb pleasure and create pain, even many adult wizards are reluctant to face them.
I didn't expect that not only did Ivan endure the pressure, but on the contrary, he became more and more excited. Although he was a little puzzled, Dougt still did.
Out of the box for the third time, the dementor looked like a black rag, pressing on its flat body, and rushed towards Ivan, but was entangled in the white mist and defeated by Ivan..
For the fourth time, the Dementor wanted to escape, but Dougt cast a call to the guard and pushed it back into the box again.
the fifth time...
the sixth time....
Ivan had a great time playing, and the level three guards were not enough to kill the dementors, so you can safely practice boldly.
And every time the proficiency increases will make him happier...
[Ding, after practice, the proficiency of calling the gods and guards has been greatly improved...]
[Hushen Guardian rose to level four, current proficiency (1/1600), and 20 academic points awarded! ]
After defeating the Dementor for the eleventh time, the system prompt finally sounded in Ivan's mind.
The white mist floating around slowly condensed, and the long hiss of the unicorn was clearly visible in the basement.
Dougt raised his brows. He had already noticed the difference between Ivan Hushen's guards, but thought it was related to Esiah, so he didn't inquire.
I am a little curious now, what exactly is Ivan's patron saint.
However, the Hushen guard who faintly condensed into a horse turned into a white mist again at the last moment, Doug shook his head and sighed.
Ivan didn't have any disappointed look on his face, because he did it deliberately this time.
Although Dougt is one of the few people who can be trusted in his memory, they have only met Ivan for less than a day. The Shadow of the Unicorn is his biggest trump card today. Of course, the fewer people who know, the better. ..
"Do you want to continue?" Dougter asked ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ivan nodded, since the Hushen Guardian is related to his blood magic, the higher the level, the better, and finally he has the opportunity The dementor is a sparring partner, of course, as long as you can practice.
However, after Dougt opened the box for the twelfth time, Ivan, who was standing on the side, had not waited for the Dementor to attack for a long time.
Just as Ivan doubted whether the dementor was killed by himself, a rotten arm stretched out, clutching the lid and closing the box with a "bang"...
It thinks it's good to stay in the box, and doesn't want to come out...
Ivan stood in front of the box blankly, completely unexpected that the Dementor would react like this.
Ivan turned his head and looked at Dougt with a strange expression.
Dougt was also confused, and said awkwardly. "En... I think it may be tired today and needs a rest... or we will come again tomorrow."
"Isn't it said that the dementor is a dark, cruel, and confused creature?" Ivan said silently.
"That's right, but they still have an IQ and can understand commands, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would not use dementors to guard Azkaban." Dougt explained.