Chapter 313 Hermione’s Strength

"Are you ready?"

With the previous scene, Hermione was ready to go all out in this duel. Although the outcome was already determined, she still had to give it a try.

Hermione took a deep breath and suddenly raised the wand in her hand: "Expelliarmus!"

A rapid sound was accompanied by the magical red light of the disarming spell.

Ian showed admiration, but Hermione was as decisive as ever. She released her magic cleanly, without any sloppiness or the common problem of little girls whining.

Seeing the Disarming Curse approaching, he did not choose to use his wand to deflect it or cast the Iron Armor Curse to block it. He chose to use a more reasonable method to teach Hermione a lesson.

When the disarming spell was about to touch his body, Ian took half a step away from his feet and turned sideways at a 45° angle, narrowly missing the disarming spell.

"Remember, all attack spells have no automatic aiming function, which means that as long as I am agile, I can dodge all your spells."

While dodging, Ian did not forget to teach Hermione, and he also made up his mind to let Hermione know that flexible dodge is particularly important for wizards.

"Collapse!"

"Everything is petrified!"'

"Relaxing strength..."

The illustrated sermon just now was not greeted with a thank you from Hermione, but with magic spells one after another.

However, the smile on Ian's face became more and more obvious, and now Hermione was like an Amazon female warrior, without unnecessary nonsense, just constantly attacking.

And Hermione is not a foolhardy fool. She has obviously listened to the lecture just now. She no longer fires single spells, but continuously fires them, using high-frequency attacks to disrupt the opponent's dodge rhythm.

"Thunderbolt explosion!" "Thousands of bullets fired!"

"Burning fire!" "Confinement quickly..."

Hermione's endless magic was like rolling waves, rushing towards her opponent one after another.

Ian had already used Disapparation at this time, but in order not to damage Hermione's self-confidence, he only used it covertly in a small area, which was quite similar to the three-foot-square movement in martial arts novels.

"Yes, Hermione! That's it. As long as you keep attacking, your opponent will have no chance to counterattack. He will have to keep dodging, and he will always be passive."

Ian was generous with his praise, and Hermione gave him a big surprise.

This fighting style felt inexplicably familiar to him, as was his classmate Tom Riddle.

During the previous fight in Hogsmeade, Voldemort's continuous attacks were endless and endless, forcing him to only endure a killing curse before he found a chance to counterattack.

At this moment, Hermione and Voldemort have the same origin. If all of Hermione's magic were replaced by the Death Curse, she would be a completely weakened version of Little Tom.

Combat talent, keen intuition, timing... there are too many factors. Let’s not talk about the little wizards in school for the moment. How many adult wizards are still stuck in the turn-based output.

It's purely a funny mode where you hit me and I hit you.

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Half an hour later.

When Hermione's attacks weakened significantly, Ian called off the duel.

"Hermione, it's okay! You need to rest now."

"Phew..." Hermione breathed a long sigh of relief, then sat on the ground in an unladylike manner, "I'm exhausted, you can really hide."

"Hermione, your fighting talent is great. This is not a compliment, but a sincere compliment."

As he spoke, Ian put his hand into the dragon skin pocket on his waist, took out the vitality tonic potion and handed it to Hermione.

Hermione took the potion, opened it and drank it in one gulp. The effect of the potion was also immediate. The short breathing had subsided, and only the sweat on the forehead and the flush on the cheeks were left, silently telling the story of the intense exercise just now.

"No matter how powerful I am, I can't beat you!" Hermione rolled her eyes and said angrily.

"You want to beat me?" Ian felt a little numb, feeling that his girlfriend was really cute.

Looking at the whole world now, there are only three people who can compete with him. The only one who can hold him down is Dumbledore, who is holding the Elder Wand.

As for Grindelwald and Voldemort, Ian estimated that it was still a 50-50 split. Unless one party risked his life, even if the fight lasted for three days and three nights, the result would be a stalemate.

But this situation will most likely not happen. Just like a brown bear encountering a tiger, he will not risk his life and fight to the death. They will often pass by each other and look at each other to make sure they can't be offended.

"Hermione, have you ever thought about why in school, everyone looks similar, but the gap between them becomes wider as they go on, such as Principal Dumbledore and even Voldemort."

After much hesitation, Ian decided to tell Hermione the secret of her bloodline. In fact, it was not a secret. It could only be said to be information that ordinary people had no access to.

Hermione's eyes lit up when she heard this. She had always been confused about this matter. After all, she also discovered that academic performance does not really represent ability.

"It seems you have hidden a lot of secrets from me." This sentence seemed to be a complaint, but Hermione's face was filled with a smile.

"The power of a wizard depends on blood." Ian sat down next to Hermione. Since he had made up his mind to tell Hermione, he would definitely give it out without reservation.

The two sat on the floor, and in the empty extended space there was only the sound of communicating with each other.

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Meanwhile, Mr. Granger was having a long talk with his wife.

"You should inform Anna as soon as possible and find a suitable excuse for the family to move to London." Mr. Granger sat on the sofa and told his wife.

"I'm not doubting my daughter and Ian, but this thing sounds very bizarre, you know what I mean..."

Facing his wife's doubts, Mr. Granger smiled. Although his wife was excellent, she still lacked sensitivity to certain things.

"There is no need for my daughter and Ian to lie to us. Emotions aside, they have no motive to lie."

Mr. Granger spoke calmly. At this moment, the middle-aged English man looked calm, his eyes shone with shrewdness and wisdom, and there was no trace of the stupidity and innocence he had at home.

"Julie, there are actually signs of this happening. You saw it at last week's party. They were quietly selling stocks to cash out. No smart person would abandon the hen that laid the golden eggs."

Speaking of this, Mr. Granger looked into his wife's eyes and said seriously: "Those congressmen are not fools, and there is only one reason for them to make this decision, and that is that those things will no longer be valuable."

However, this explanation still puzzled Mrs. Granger, "If the future is really what Ian said, then there is no point in them selling stocks to cash out, and the existing financial system will inevitably collapse."

"Look at the price of gold in the international market. It continues to fall! They are using money like waste paper to empty out the gold reserves floating in the market, and they are using money to lose money at any cost."

After Mr. Granger explained, he leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. After knowing the truth, he had to think about his wife and daughter and had to make some plans, at least so that their future lives would not be difficult.

The second chapter will be ready later. Thank you all readers for your support. Thank you, little Dubai.