Chapter 312 The First Duel with Hermione

The floor of the living room is paved with smooth marble, and there are house elves there. The floor is as white as a mirror and spotless.

On the left side of the living room is a row of bookshelves next to the wall, all made of light brown African ebony wood.

The tall bookshelf is filled with all kinds of books, and next to the bookshelf are several soft fabric single sofas for the owner to read and relax.

At the same time, on the other side of the living room, there is a small bar. The shelves on the bar are filled with fine wines from all over the world. Whether it is the Muggle world or the magical world, you can find it here.

From butterbeer as a children's drink to Lao Maozi vodka as industrial alcohol, there are many varieties to choose from.

And these are the results of Ian spending half a month scanning goods in major supermarkets in London.

After all, I have a deposit of 3 million pounds. Even if I spend hundreds of thousands to buy a car, I still have a lot of money. If this money is not spent, it will really become waste paper after a while.

He knew very well that in the future, the world would most likely follow the wizard's financial system, which would use Galleons, Sickles, and Nuts as the currency.

On the other side, Hermione was also wandering around with her parents. The 30X30 living room, which was nearly 900 square meters, certainly had a lot of furniture.

Classical pianos, exquisite porcelain, and artistic oil paintings... these all deeply attracted the attention of the Grangers.

However, it wasn't until Hermione opened another door that they truly knew what magic was.

When the whole family came in and compared it, they realized that the previous living room was not even an appetizer.

Endless wheat fields, fruitful grape trellises, gardens, meadows, jungles... Hermione divided the 60 acres of land into many different areas according to her own preferences.

60 acres may sound a bit small, but you must know that the usable area of ​​​​an acre is converted into more than 4,000 square meters, so there is actually 240,000 square meters of land here.

"How's it going? It's beautiful!" Hermione looked at the scenery in front of her with pride, and she was involved in every bit of it.

"Like a miracle..." Mr. Granger murmured to himself. But then he said with some disappointment: "I feel very useless. After working hard for half my life, I only own a house and a small clinic in London."

Mr. Granger's sudden display of frustration left Hermione at a loss. She just wanted to gain her father's approval, and had no intention of showing off, nor did she mean to defeat him.

However, at this time, the importance of a wife became apparent. Mrs. Granger stepped forward, hugged her husband gently, and whispered in her ear:

"Honey, don't be like this, you are the best in my eyes."

At this time, Ian knew that he had to say something. After all, it was related to a man's self-esteem, especially in front of his wife and daughter.

"Uncle Granger, you are much better than me. Without magic, I might have to continue wandering in London and wait for government relief..."

"Thank you, I'm fine!" Mr. Granger quickly adjusted his attitude, and then asked curiously: "Do we need to build our own house? Or can you use magic to create it directly?"

"Use the shrinking spell to shrink the house we live in now. Then we can just move in. There is no need for a foundation. Use the permanent sticking spell."

Hermione expressed her thoughts, and then she explained the functions of these two spells to her father.

The manor was different from the living room. There was actually nothing to visit here. After briefly understanding the situation, the Grangers chose to leave.

Ian understood this. After all, they heard the horrifying news early in the morning and then saw the magic of magic. Now it was time for them to find time to calm down and digest it.

As the Grangers left, Ian remembered the content mentioned in Principal Dumbledore's letter, turned to look at Hermione, and asked tentatively:

"Hermione, let's duel and see what you have learned from Professor Flitwick during this time."

"Duel?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, then said with great interest: "Okay, let's duel."

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"3, 2, 1, start!" Ian acted as a temporary referee and called out the countdown.

As for the one about bowing to each other? He has already been abandoned by him, why should he still hesitate before taking action? He didn't want to give Hermione bad subconscious cues.

"Armor protection!" Hermione waved her wand and used the Iron Armor Charm first. A transparent shield appeared in front of her, giving her a somewhat heroic feeling.

It's obvious that Hermione is also improving in her own way, and this stable and fast Iron Armor Curse is the best example.

"Excellent Iron Armor Spell. You must have practiced this level of proficiency many times." Ian said and couldn't help but applaud Hermione.

Seeing Ian's appreciation, Hermione blushed slightly. This was the effect she wanted, to secretly work hard and then surprise everyone.

Seeing Hermione standing there in a daze after releasing the Iron Armor Curse, Ian couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but urge:

"Go on, you're not waiting for me to attack, are you? Please, this isn't a turn-based card game."

"Hmph! I'm just afraid of hurting you." Hermione was a little angry at someone's misunderstanding.

Of course she knew this was not a turn-based card game, but Ian just stood there so thorny that she couldn't wave the wand in her hand.

"Afraid of hurting me?" Ian touched his nose speechlessly, but at the same time he was very moved.

But he also knew that Hermione would most likely not be able to take action without showing something real.

"Then I'll let you see whether your spell is faster or my speed is faster." After saying that, Ian started to apparate with all his strength.

With the increase of Phoenix bloodline, his analysis of this magic has reached a new level.

"Bang! Bang bang..."

In one second, 12 phantoms were disembodied, too fast to be caught by the naked eye, and this high-speed movement also left 12 afterimages on the ground.

"Oh my god..." Hermione looked at the scene in front of her in stunned silence.

"So, are you still afraid of hurting me now?" Ian crossed his arms and looked at Hermione with a smile on his face.

In fact, this magical version of the Flying Thunder God was something he was only able to use proficiently recently. It requires Phoenix bloodline and soul awakening. Otherwise, what awaits will be scattered fragments.

"You are so powerful, why do you still have to duel with me? It's fun to bully me?" Hermione turned around and kicked the stones at her feet. She was really angry.

"It's not to bully you, it's to cultivate a sense of fighting."

Putting away the wand in his hand, Ian stepped forward, hugged Hermione from behind, and explained: "In the future, we really need to pick up the wand to fight."

"Yeah!" After hearing this explanation, Hermione quickly realized the problem. "Then let's start again. I won't hesitate this time."

She understood what Ian was talking about about the future, and she also didn't want to be a pretty vase, otherwise she wouldn't practice the Iron Armor Curse so hard.