Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic

"Why do you do this? If you want money, Mr. Lemay will definitely pay you a suitable price. He wants this stone urgently." Auston said.

Sandy carefully put the cloth bag containing the spar into his arms and patted it twice, "Of course I know that, Mr. Lemay's reputation and financial resources are among the few in the industry."

Auston felt relieved for a while, it seemed that Madame Lemay would not miss this giant lion spar. Don't want Sandy's next words to make him pale.

"It's a pity that you killed that giant lion. You may not know much about it. I never leave trouble in my actions."

"Damn," Auston gritted his teeth, "I should have seen through you a long time ago, villain!"

"Yeah, I'm such a villain," Sandy smiled and patted his head, "It's a pity, you shouldn't have come to save me, and it's a pity that little beauty, the bow in her hand is really a treasure ."

"Let her go!" Auston yelled, "Let her go, I'll do what you want!"

Sandy sighed.

"Alas! It's a pity, it's too late." He paused, then continued, "However, you'll be able to see her soon."

Saying that, with a gloomy smile, he opened Auston's hand clinging to the rock wall bit by bit.

"As beautiful as you think!" Auston didn't relax, just as Sandy pulled this one away, Auston's other hand immediately grabbed it.

After a few rounds like this, Sandy lost his patience. He stood up and stepped on Auston's hand with a grin on his face.

"Come on, little warrior."

As soon as Auston was in pain, he let go of his hand in panic.

Sandy stood on the edge of the valley, watching Auston keep falling, until he could no longer see the shadow, he whistled and went back to collect his booty.

Auston kept falling in a state of weightlessness, and the rushing wind made his eardrums hurt. Due to the speed and the dimming of the sun as it fell, he could not see the ground.

Gradually, Auston felt a twig scratched on his body and scratched his robe, and he realized that he was not far from the land.

With a stab, Auston's robe was suddenly hung by a branch, the tie around his neck was instantly stretched, and the thin rope almost executed him on the spot.

"Cough cough..."

Auston's face flushed red, his hands tightly clasped the string around his neck, and his toes pressed down hard, looking for a point of focus.

It was dark all around, and it was very difficult to find the point of focus. Fortunately, there was a sloping tree trunk right in front of him. When he was kicking around, his toes just touched.

Auston tried his best to sway his body so that both feet were just hooked on the tree trunk, and then he untied the string around his neck to be free.

It was only when he fell to the tree trunk that he took a breath.

"Cough cough..." He coughed violently for a while, and touched his chest pocket. Fortunately, the bottle that had just received the water was not broken. He opened the stopper and took a big mouthful. The cold spring water flowed into his stomach through the esophagus. I just felt relieved a lot.

He hadn't reacted to the critical situation just now. Now that he was finally released, Auston put away his water bottle and looked at the bottom.

Due to the darkness around him, his line of sight was blocked, and his visibility was not high, but the heat wave that kept coming up from below made him feel that the situation was not very good.

Before setting off, the huntress once told them to note that there is a bottomless canyon in the Bulgarian jungle. Anyone who falls has never survived, so people call it the "Ground of Death". Valley.

Auston didn't know if he had entered the Valley of Death, but the surrounding environment made him feel very dangerous.

He touched the tree trunk under his feet, carefully rode on the branch, took out a useless little bottle from the dragon skin bag, and threw it directly.

It took about five seconds to hear the sound of the bottle popping open. It seems that it is still a little high from the ground.

Due to the darkness around him, Auston couldn't see anything, and he wasn't sure whether there might be any other aggressive magical animals or plants in the valley. He didn't have any self-defense weapons on him.

He touched the trunk of the tree, moved his body carefully, reached out and groped for the surrounding branches, and chose a branch that was slightly more comfortable, about the thickness of a baby's forearm.

He held the top of the branch, kicked the trunk with his left foot, and broke the branch with force.

"Ouch—"

As the tree branch was torn off, there was a sudden cry of pain from below.

"Who!" Auston was startled, took two steps back, and clenched the wooden stick in his hand as a warning.

"Little girl, you are going too far. I saved you, but you hurt me."

An old voice came from under his feet, and with the echo of the valley, Auston's eardrums ached.

"Sorry," Auston said carefully, "if I hurt you without knowing it, I apologize to you."

He tried his best to say below,

"But, can you please show your true face and let me know who you are, or...what?"

"Ha ha,"

Suddenly a branch came up from below, hooked Auston's collar, and led him down.

Under the panic, Auston was powerless to resist, UU reading www.uukanshu. com He could feel himself falling all the time, and the branches that were hooked to him in front of his collar were tightly tucked, and the further down he went, the more intense the heat around him became.

It didn't take long for him to feel the real feeling of stepping on something under his feet. It felt like a rather soft net, with some elasticity.

He also let go of the branches that hooked his neckline and backed away.

"Welcome to the Valley of Death!"

Accompanied by an old voice, the surroundings suddenly lit up.

Auston covered his eyes, unable to adapt to the surrounding light for a while.

"Little boy, tell me how you found this place?"

The voice resounded throughout the valley, and Auston took a while to adjust before opening his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was stunned by the sight in front of him!

Facing him were towering trees with lush branches but not a single leaf. Clusters of blue flames hung from the protruding canopy, and it was this strange flame that illuminated the entire canyon.

Only then did Auston notice that he hadn't reached the bottom of the valley. He was stepping on a net woven from branches, standing in the air.

The source of the net was the sturdy tree trunk in front of him. The roots of the trunk extended from the cliffs of the canyon to form the trunk facing him.

On the trunk was an old face with deep green eyes looking at Auston.

Only then did he realize that the question just now came from this tree trunk.

"Hello," Auston restrained his exploratory mood, "My name is Auston Brown, and I was accidentally plotted to fall to the bottom."

"Oh," said the trunk, and the crown of the tree on its head tapped down as if to match it.

"That's really welcome, the valley of death, there is no return." The voice was old and indifferent, with a hint of banter.