Chapter 15 Tusail's Flame Blasting Spell

"Sir, he can help." Cedric's voice sounded next to him, "Take him with you."

"He knows I can do it." Xing Ze gathered his thoughts and turned to look at the brave prefect, "But he has other things he asked me to do."

"Please help me save everyone."

"Sure, can I use the radio?"

"Yes, he learned it in school."

"Very well, prefect, go find Mrs. Rebecca to get the key, and then go to the radio room to send out the distress signal."

Cedric nodded and turned to leave. Xing Ze grabbed him and whispered: "Don't trust anyone, Cedric."

There was a flash of hesitation on the young prefect's face, but it soon turned bright red. He gave a favor and walked quickly towards Mrs. Rebecca.

"Brave boy, if he could, he would really like to write a poem for him." Reko walked in front, "He is full of literary thoughts now."

Miss Edwin von Winkler, the scholar from Germany, or so she introduced herself, was concentrating on casting the necessary spells on the three of them.

"Let's wait until I get back to work, Reko, don't yell now, he needs to concentrate on casting spells.

"Why did you choose him?" Xing Ze asked Reko in a low voice, "We could go out with the train conductor."

Reko looked disdainful, "Come on, those arrogant English people, they won't believe them at all. That aloof Auror, an old bastard who calls himself a gentleman, he treats them as suspects, no one is allowed to believe them." They leave the room."

It seemed that Benson's communication with them was not smooth. Xing Ze thought to himself, and he asked: "I didn't answer his question."

"I really am a person who likes to get to the bottom of things." Reko curled his lips, "They need a trustworthy helper. I am a good choice. The old Auror believed in me, and I also successfully broke the curse. Please ask again. No..."

The poet cleared his throat and continued: "No, I saved three children from that madman's legs. So they judge whether I am a good person, at least not a bad person."

Xing Ze shook his head and whispered to himself: "If I had seen that madman's face, I would not have jumped to conclusions." He saw that his body was shrouded in a faint light, and Edwin's spell was working. The body began to gradually warm up.

With the disappearance of the magic-suppressing curse, the spells returned to their normal effects, including the anti-freeze and moisture-proof curse, the light-footed curse, the vision-expanding curse...

Edwin's spells were precise and efficient. In Xing Ze's opinion, she was even stronger than the average Auror.

"Okay." She exhaled a big breath. Continuously casting spells is a test of a person's patience. "Bad weather will affect the effect of the spell, especially the anti-freeze and anti-humidity spell. He tried his best." "

"How long will it last?" Reko asked. "He doesn't want to freeze to death outside halfway."

‘Get rid of excess for half an hour. "

"It's not bad." The poet said optimistically. He put his leg on Xing Ze's left shoulder and his other shoulder on Edwin's leg.

Xing Ze took a deep breath, and at a moment east, the three of them appeared in the ice and snow.

Ye Chang's urge to vomit kept coming from Xing Ze's stomach, or maybe he was used to apparating in that world, but he was obviously not used to it.

Reko patted Xing Ze and said, "Let's get started. If Ke Huodong comes, they should find a good place to have a drink."

The plan was simple, even crude. Xing Ze is responsible for seducing Novel Ke, and the scholar and poet is responsible for casting Tussel's flaming blasting spell.

That spell was invented by Alberta Tussel, a witch who participated in the 1430 All-English Wizarding Duel Championship and used her improved explosive spell to defeat Samson Wiblin, who had the strongest claim for the championship. won the championship.

The Flame Explosion Curse is powerful, but it also requires the consumption of a large amount of fire elements. Due to the imbalance of the elements, Edwin plans to borrow Reko's own magic power to convert its pure magic power into the fire element. This will undoubtedly require precise control and Good understanding.

In Xing Ze's opinion, there is no difference between wizard casting and gun shooting, except that their shooting includes the process of making ammunition.

Wizards rely on mental power to gather the surrounding elements or pure magic power, and then use spells, leg movements, and even magic circles to shape those magic powers and elements, weave them into corresponding shapes, and then release them through the wand.

Making ammunition takes time, not to mention it is a giant cannonball, so what Xing Ze wants to do is to gain time.

Time, time, is never time. Ever since he traveled through time, Xing Ze seems to have been racing against time.

The whole thing happened just over an hour ago. Thanks to that weird sphere, he spent most of the time in a coma.

Reality can be like a detective novel, just light up your pipe, look at the scene, meet the suspect and you can dig out a lot of clues.

Unlike a low-level detective, Xing Ze prefers to use money and fists to obtain clues. There is not enough time left for him, otherwise things may be saved.

The Light Walking Charm provided a lot of help, allowing him to be as unaffected by the snow as possible.

He walked through the fiercest snow and wind and saw clearly the evil before him. The fear that could have been like a wave hit his rational dam one after another. When the monster was seen, the waves gathered into a tsunami, which crushed the dam and washed away everything.

Xing Ze soon saw Benson. The old gentleman was resisting the blows of Novel Ker with an impregnable body. At his feet lay the train conductor whose life and death were unknown.

He tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and reason returned to his brain again. The metal sphere turned into a magic wand, which could also be used. As for the principle, Xing Ze didn't know. He gathered magic power, chanted a spell, and the top of the magic wand emitted a dazzling light.

Three large magic missiles streaked through the sky and hit Noph Ke's body accurately. The magic energy exploded instantly. The monster wailed and quickly turned around.

Xing Ze was quite confident in casting the spell. His magical attainments in that world were not inferior to Aurors, otherwise he would not have been assigned to Ravenclaw that year.

Andros's missiles were his most proud magic. The power of full-strength casting was no less than that of leg thunder. It was the best choice for greeting.

Xing Ze did not continue to cast spells. All he wanted to do was to attract attention and ensure that Noph Ke could enter the designated location.

He thought the monster would rush over in anger, but he didn't expect that Noph-Ker would open his forearms and slap Benson with his sharp claws like a person slapping a mosquito.

The blown snow prevented Xing Ze from seeing Benson's fate, but the monster turned its ferocious face and began to howl to the sky, the sound was high and low, which made people tremble.