Harry Potter: Without Knowing Magic, I Can't Do Anything Other Than Create It Myself

"Jingle Bell"

ink dust pushed open Borgin's shop.

Glancing around, he saw Bojin behind the counter.

Borgin was dressed in tattered clothes, as dirty as his face, as if he hadn't washed it for centuries.

At this moment, he was showing his disgusting big yellow teeth and looking at Mo Chen with a smile.

"Welcome, Mr. Mo."

"Is everything ready?"

Mo Chen walked over, and Lai's and the other party's nonsense went straight to the subject.

"It's all right, you see."

Bo Jin took out a small bottle of dirty paint from the counter, put it on the counter, and looked at the ink dust with a treacherous face.

The eyes are all gold gallons.

Mo Chen picked up the bottle in disgust, and his brows tightened the more he looked at it.

Wrong.

"You fooled me with fake blood?" He threw the bottle back.

He is systematic, and the potions chapter in it introduces in detail the traits and characteristics of phoenix blood.

So he was sure that this blood was fake, and the fake was outrageous, and it was not even a high imitation.

"Nonsense, I have always had a good reputation, how can I be fraudulent? It is clear that you slandered me.

Bo Jin's face changed, and his facial features were squeezed together, staring at Mo Chen viciously.

As if to eat him.

"You are my little rookie, the blood of the phoenix is crystal clear, the color is gorgeous, it will not change for 100 years, and the holder will have a hot feeling flowing in the heart."

Just your broken blood, cloudy, dark color, all smelly, when I am blind, this horse is chicken blood! The

more Mo Chen spoke, the more angry he became, and he was fooled by someone the first time he went to Tumbling Alley, and he was so blatantly fooled.

Is this to see him young and want to pit him?

Can't bear it!

"Young people ... Oblivious... Today you have to buy it, and if you don't buy it, you have to buy it, otherwise don't come up with it..."

Five times in a row! "Mo Chen didn't wait for Bojin to finish speaking, and directly raised his hand to be a set of 'social death five companies'.

With the gang in the overturned alley, there is nothing polite.

First strike is strong, then the first hand suffers.

After the actual battle at the mouth of the alley just now, he gained confidence, and the fifth company of social death was more convenient to use.

“ＦＵＣＫ！ Young people don't talk about martial virtue!

Bokin obviously didn't expect Mo Chen to engage in a sneak attack, and a donkey rolled to avoid the first blow.

Mo Chen also did not expect that Bojin, who looked sick, was not inferior to young people!

A flexible ratio.

But can you dodge if you are good?

Think beautiful!

"Five companies of social death".

"Five companies of social death".

"Five companies of social death".

......

Second, third, fourth, ...

Ink dust is like a machine gun, suppressing Bokin with firepower, frantically output, not giving the other party a chance to breathe at all.

You know, the magic, power and persistence of the Harry Potter world have little to do with magic, but are closely related to emotions.

As the saying goes, emotions are in place, death is wasted!

In addition, this set of 'social death five companies' was created by himself, and it is even more handy.

Bo Jin, who saw this battle, was directly smashed, and in a panic, he took out his wand and wanted to fight back.

"Awada..." Unfortunately

, the first hand had been lost, and it was suppressed by the ink dust firepower, plus the spell was very long, and it was not pronounced an effective spell.

In the end, they can only obediently 'die in society'.

"Bah!"

The ink dust took a sharp bite, jumped over the messy store, and began to rummage through the counter to find Jin Garon.

All offended to death, naturally you are welcome.

He's going to rob!

During this period, Mochen also gave Bojin a 'social death five company' from time to time to ensure that the other party would not sneak up on him.

It may be because his social death five consecutive has a superimposed effect, and in the third shot, the crazy Bo Jinsheng fainted.

Lying embarrassed on top of your own excrement, how disgusting and disgusting.

Really unable to stand the smell of ink dust, after searching for 700 gold gallons and some commonly used herbs, he quickly left the shop.

......

I never expected it.

The ink dust that had just left the store was blocked.

Because the old witch who was 'killed' by her at the entrance of the alley before actually called a helper and had already surrounded the shop.

As far as the eye can see, there are at least a dozen people.

All of them are extremely evil, their faces are hideous, and they are not good wizards at first glance.

There are dozens of people watching not far away, wanting to see the liveliness.

"Grass! Careless! "

It should have been slaughtered!

Mo Chen lowered the curtains, returned to the counter, forced himself to be disgusted, and threw Bojin, who had fainted on the ground, with his wand, out of the store.

Try the color of this group of wizards outside!

"Avadaso!"

As soon as Bo Jin was thrown out, Mo Chen vaguely saw a green light hitting him.

Borgin burped directly.

It was apparently a fate-demanding spell issued by the old hag's man.

Now due to Voldemort's strong return, the entire wizarding world has been chaotic, and no one cares about the three unforgivable curses anymore.

So the gang of dark wizards began to be unscrupulous.

It's all ruthless!

Even if his 'Five Companies of Social Death' is sent quickly, he can't deal with more than a dozen people at the same time."

What to do?

After thinking about it, Mo Chen decided to block the doorway first, and it would be possible to drag it out for a while.

He piled up the cabinets, boxes, and other useful heavy objects in the windows and doorways, ready to go to the back door to see if there was a chance.

It turned out that the back door was sealed with magic.

"Grass, careless again."

Previously, he had only thought about how to deal with people, and he had never created a demolition-type spell.

"Boy, you're dead! Merlin can't save you, you dare to take me... I, ah~~~~ I want you to die!! I want you to die!! They all rushed in for me, and I will torture him with a drill curse, torture him fiercely..." "

The old witch may have died too badly before, her emotions were more excited, her speech was intermittent, and the whole person was crazy.

The dozen or so dark wizards she invited did not listen to her and rushed in.

Instead, he watched with interest as the old witch went crazy.

Seeing that the old witch was almost crazy, one of the big men said: "Or just blast the curse, it's too dangerous to rush in." "

Uh-huh!"

The other wizards nodded in agreement.

They didn't want to rush in, and who knew if it was the disgusting spell from before?

Some of them have seen it.

That scene....

Gee....

Moreover, the little gold gallon given by the old witch is not worth desperately working for.

"No, I'm going to torture him myself... I'm going to torture him for a whole year, and Merlin can't save him, you guys take my money, you have to do something!" The

old witch was mad and roared at the group of wizards who took money and did not do anything.

"Either you rush, or we use the blasting spell, you choose."

"Yes, yes, this galleon is not worth it."

"We are here to fight in groups, not to single out."

"That is, look at that kid is not a good stubble, didn't you see the corpse that Bojin just threw out?"

"I'm not going anyway!"

The wizards said very calmly that the blasting spell could be done, and there was no way to rush in.

"You guys... You guys...... Yes~!!! "

The old witch almost vomited blood in anger....