"Damn! Too few people have completed the second ritual step!"

In front of the church, Martin alone fought Malfoy and his son.

Although no one knows for now, why did he not obtain more powerful power from his "teacher" Haierbo. But as a wizard who wasn't particularly outstanding, he was actually good enough.

You know, as the owner of the Malfoy family, Lucius was once the main Death Eater member of Voldemort, and his duel level will not be lowered. And his son, Draco, has not been able to relax in these years, so the performance at this moment is really remarkable.

But Martin was not afraid of the joint work of the father and son, and maintained a stable rhythm. Although he has a tendency to be somewhat suppressed, if there is no accident, he will definitely not be defeated at least for a while.

However, Martin now finds that he just misjudged the strength comparison of the two sides a bit.

According to his judgement, as long as 30% to 40% of the believers he called could complete the second step of the ceremony, he would be completely sure to drive back these wizards brought by Lucius Malfoy. And if the number of people completing the ceremony can reach 50%, luck may well leave a few hostages.

It is a pity that the skinny reality told him that those who increased the intensity of the curse through the second step of the magic ritual accounted for at most 20% of the total number.

"It is clear that the second step is much less difficult than the first step of the ceremony ... these guys are really useless!"

Martin thought with annoyance, and waved his wand fiercely, blocking the powerful shattering spell cast by Lucius with iron armor.

Then, he saw that he stepped right to the side for two more steps, accurately avoiding the trap spell that Draco cast at his feet.

"Well, I wouldn't let go of any of these guys unless instructed by the teacher first!"

Martin's whisper in his heart, naturally, no one would hear. And to be honest, now he can't help feeling upset.

Look at the number of people in this underground church. The specific battle situation can only be said to be a close match. You come and go on both sides.

However, this is a waste of time for Martin.

"Do you want to retreat temporarily?"

If he continued to drag on this way, Haierbo would not come to help him-as an apprentice received by the other party, Martin is well aware of this.

Therefore, the longer the battle lasts, the more disadvantageous the situation will be to them. After all, although Haierbo won't come, it is more and more likely that Makar McLean will suddenly appear here.

But almost at this moment, the first cry of tonight was finally heard in the fighting crowd ... At this moment, the first person who was injured by the spell has also appeared.

...

"Barriers!"

In the scuffle, Pansy threw another obstacle spell, trying to relieve the pressure from the constant pressing around her.

And just now, she heard the painful cry in the field. It can be discerned that the exclaimed voice happened to belong to the witch that Makar spoke to last time.

"It's kind of endless ..."

While hurriedly looking at the surrounding situation, Pansy once again blocked a coma curse with a slight misalignment. But also at this moment, she saw a slightly shorter church member being hit by a rather powerful disarming spell. As the wand flew into the air with this blow, the little wizard also Unexpectedly strong impact force flew over.

When Pansy saw this, she subconsciously cast a floating spell, and then reached out to catch the opponent's body.

"Are you OK?"

The words didn't fall, and another red awn broke from the other side, making Pansi have to lift her head again and swing her stick to resist the curse cast by somebody.

"... It's okay, thank you."

Immediately, Pansy heard the little wizard in his arm thank you—the soft, waxy, slightly pointed voice, obviously a woman.

But to be honest, this witch is too small? Could it be a first-year student?

Compared to the terrible assembly of this underground church, think about Pansy's own age is already young enough ... Does it really mean that there are people younger than her?

"Can you stand up?" Pansy said with no time to lower her head, only half-supporting the other side casually, "You don't have a wand, you must not be able to fight ... just follow me! Don't go too far."

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to make friends with others. Although she does not know what it means to be good with such a "child", she still shows her goodwill to the other person.

There is no way, you can also take care of Maca's tasks in this chaos, which is not easy for Pansy. It ’s better to get in touch with one rather than the other, is n’t it?

"Floating off!"

After blocking a few more curses that were scrambling towards them, Pansy managed to turn over several prayer benches next to each other and stacked them behind the two.

"Sooner or later, you won't be able to stop it, so hide first!"

She dragged the little child witch down to squat so that they wouldn't be hurt by the stomach until the heavy benches were destroyed.

And only then did Panxi have time to look down at the little child witch. But at the moment when she lowered her head, she couldn't help but give her a little sting.

She found that the hood originally worn on the opponent's head had been turned over when she was struck by the fly, and the face that had been hidden in the shadows was now naturally exposed to her.

"You ..." Panxi froze. "Are you of fairy blood?"

That face did look exactly what she expected, with delicate white skin and rosy lips, and a little fat cheeks.

But the time that has passed has left her face with maturity that does not meet the apparent age.

However, to say that this is a female leprechaun, Panxi did not find the gnome-like five short stature peculiar to her.

Thinking of it this way, the little child witch may be a fairy mixed race.

"what!"

In Pansy's subconscious inquiry, the other party seemed to realize that his hood had dropped by half, and even panicked his hat again.

"Hug, sorry ..."

"No, you don't need to pay too much attention," Pansy said, "In fact, Hogwarts's Cursing Professor is a goblin, and I don't think it's okay."

In fact, Pansy's statement was somewhat insincere, and she said it to complete the task.

For the descendants of a pure-blood family, the hybrid of wizards and human-like magical creatures has always been a race that should be excluded. Even Professor Flitwick, like her Pansy and Malfoy, occasionally criticized, but it was only because of the achievements of the other side that she dare not easily despise.

Of course, compared with the giant stupidity who has always been known as stupid like Hagrid, the shrewd fairies are actually treated well in wizards.

However, if there is a lack of fairies like the self-esteem and self-confidence of Frievi, there must be a fairies of half-feeling like the little child witch who feels inferiority about his bloodline.

Hearing Pansy's miserable comfort, the other side just smiled slightly, but did not thank him again. Maybe she has long been used to talking about all kinds of comments, either pejorative or derogatory.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Pansy heard the whisper of a small child around her reminding him. This caused her to quickly raise her head again, and the wand on her hand made a habitual trajectory, and a rather hasty iron curse was cast.

Suddenly, the magic of Guanghua burst in front of the two of them, covering their eyes.

In these chaotic battles, losing sight is obviously quite dangerous. Panxi's alarm suddenly emerged in her heart, so she did not hesitate to lie on the ground, and even the little witch with her child fell to the rough and cold ground.

The next moment, a blaze of light passed over the two men, hitting the prayer chair that Panxi had just slammed.

"Bang! Wow--"

As the sawdust splattered, Pansy only felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, which made her almost unable to hold the magic wand in her hand.

It seemed that the explosion spell that had been shot from somewhere just smashed the bench, causing a piece of broken wood stab to accidentally hit her back shoulder.

"Can't stay here anymore, find it quickly, where can we go and hide!"

She got up in pain, glanced left and right, but only saw the surrounding chaos. There was no safe place in this underground church.

This is really terrible-she can neither choose to leave with Phantom Shape, but also cannot find any place to hide in this sweeping space.

Didn't Draco consider his minimum retention before letting his father Lucius bring someone to attack?

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On the other hand, that Martin seemed unwilling to quit.

After all, most wizards understand that in a duel, the distracted party will definitely lose, which is an obvious common sense.

With the enchantments flying around one after another, Pansi resisted more and more, watching her thinking about whether to leave the "cumbersome" that prevented her from avoiding her.

But in the next second, Martin, who was contending with Malfoy's father and son, finally knew that nothing could be done, and if he dragged on, he would be in danger of encountering McLean.

"Pay attention to cover each other!"

However, he saw that he suddenly waved his stick and released three impacts, and then leaped to the side while smashing something **** the ground.

"Ready to retreat!"