Hogwarts The Dark Arts Awakened

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Keep moving in the opposite direction, bypassing many obvious gathering places of some kind of creature along the way.

After going around and around, we finally left at least 20 kilometers, probably leaving the troll territory.

Ron and the others were already far away from the main force. Even if the other prefects used the invisibility method to search for Luo, they might not be able to find him.

Because Ron and the others don't know where they are now.

This is a strange country, and it's on another continent. This situation makes people feel very uneasy.

Looking at Charlie and the others who fell into super exhaustion directly after the Fanatical Potion and Swift Wind, Ron also stopped and felt a little tired.

After sitting down and resting for a while, Ron took out the cauldron and wanted to make a potion.

Recalling Hermione's techniques, he began to make the fever potion step by step.

But it was obvious that Ron Weasley had no talent for potions.

The first pot failed.

Looking at the dirty drug residue after the thick smoke, Ron Weasley shook his head, poured it out and asked Charlie to help clean the crucible and put it away.

It’s better not to waste potion materials...

……

On the other side...

The trolls couldn't wait for the hunting team to return, so they went out to search, and soon someone discovered a messy battlefield.

The troll lord Wowwu smelled the lingering breath in the air and let out an angry roar.

The other trolls seemed to understand what the troll lord meant, and knew that the five hunting teams that went out to hunt were dead.

They all let out frightened and angry roars.

The troll lord roared angrily, and then told the trolls not to act alone.

Start looking for food in groups.

It's just that the trolls who were looking for food in groups were too loud, and the beasts all ran away before they arrived.

This makes them much less efficient.

But fortunately, trolls are also omnivores. If you really can't find any beasts, you can just go find humans. There are a lot of humans anyway...

……

In the sky, flying at high speed.

"Damn stupid troll..." Someone was cursing angrily: "I gave him a chance to repent, but he refused again and again..."

"Hmph, they have no brains to begin with. They have learned to stick together and think they can be enemies with us and the whole world... Huh, stupid..."

They shouted angrily.

At the beginning, they proudly asked the troll lord to surrender. Lord Voldemort would not be held accountable for their turmoil.

But the troll lord roared angrily and directly ordered an attack, and then Ron Weasley and the others saw the scene.

Then the second time, they still did it because they had no supplies, but just as they opened their mouths, the troll lord directly launched an attack.

And now they watched helplessly as the trolls returned.

Looking at the never-changing scene below, Evra Crevesi sighed.

"Let's go get something to eat, and check out the Muggle army to see if there are any arms and supplies that can be replenished." The sixth-grade prefect said calmly.

Everyone nodded and then started to move.

Flying at high altitude, he soon arrived in the Muggle city.

Looking at the group of people falling from the sky, these Muggles looked confused, and then they all fell to the ground.

They spoke a language that the prefects did not understand, seemed to be praying, and seemed to be afraid.

This makes Evra Crevesi and the others feel extremely happy. This is the wizard's status as a superior person.

Muggles would prostrate themselves on the ground and worship.

This is the status of a wizard!

They enjoy such honor.

However, the language barrier is really a very troublesome thing.

Led by the sixth-grade prefect, the group formed a triangle and moved forward.

Someone made a loud noise with a booming voice.

"Does anyone understand English?! We need your help!"

The huge sound spread thousands of miles away, making people tremble. It really felt like the roar of a god.

It is a pity that Central Asia, a barren and backward place, has a large population, but its learning ability is also worrying.

In such a big city, no one can speak English.

Evra Crevesi looked in disbelief.

This race that took the initiative after the rise of Voldemort did not promote English?

This is an impossible thing.

Then...the remaining answer can only be one.

There are people who understand English, but they are not willing to come forward because they feel intimidated.

In fact, it was not just Evra Crevesi who thought of this possibility.

The other prefects also thought of it.

Their expressions were angry.

The loud voice is used again.

Increased intensity...

"I said... who... can understand English?! Stand up for me, otherwise... I will bring disaster on you!" The prefects roared angrily.

At this time, someone finally raised his hand tremblingly and said in English: "I understand, I understand English!..." His voice was so weird that it sounded very strange. Uncomfortable, very obviously localized plastic English.

The prefects frowned.

"Why are you hiding?" The sixth-grade prefect looked very angry, but his expression quickly calmed down: "But that's not important. Can you tell us where the nearest military base is?"

The middle-aged man looked very confused and started to stumble and say: "Please, slow down, I can't help it, please understand..."

The dissatisfaction expressions of the prefects are already overflowing.

Evra Crevesi said in disgust: "Forget it, I'll do it!" After saying that, he waved his wand: "Legilimens [Legilimens]" A blue light flashed out and filled the man's body. body, and then return quickly.

Evra Crevesi closed his eyes and began to examine.

It seemed that he didn't find the information he wanted, so he quickly chanted the spell again: "Legilimens [Legilimens]"

Another ray of light flashed out.

Soon he finished digesting, and he cursed loudly: "This fool has nothing in his head. Apart from eating, drinking, sleeping and a few things to learn, he is an idiot!" After speaking, he shook his head in disgust, then turned around and started speaking in the native language. Said: "Who can tell me, where is your military base?! Oh...or should I say where is your army?..." There was still a bit of a fight in his speech when speaking.

After all, if you learn a brand new language temporarily and speak in this language, it will still be a bit awkward.

The crowd present fell into a state of great panic.

Many people just kept prostrating and did not want to respond to his questions.

A few people were chattering and their answers to their questions were unclear.

And the accent is very strong.

Evra Crevesi listened for a while, nodded, and then pointed at the person: "Legilimens [Legilimens]"

A large number of memories emerged in my mind again.

He nodded, then turned around and said, "He said there is no such thing as an army in this city anyway.

The army of this country basically followed Lord Voldemort to fight with the surrounding countries..."

Then he said with some hesitation: "If we want to find some supplies, it is best to go to a city 170 three kilometers away that was founded by the English called Zerubbabel.

There should be a lot of people there who speak English, and there should be clean supplies of water. Then some shook their heads in disgust: "The food eaten by this group of Muggles here is extremely dirty, cheap, and disgusting."Even if we go to find some local nobles, the resources we can get may not be as good as not having them..."

After hearing these words, they couldn't help but nodded.

Then he rode the broomstick again.

Keep flying all the way to farther places.