Chapter 207： Well, its really magic (2/2)
”Alright.” Albert took out his wand and waved it. The biscuit wrapper turned into a slender cage. Albert put the mouse in it and left some cookies in it before putting it in the bag.
The four people hurriedly left the Gryffindor common room and rushed to the responsive room.
”No problem, no one.” Albert glanced at the map and looked at the name of Peter Pettigrew on it. He couldn't help but conjure a pleasant smile.
Because Albert found that there are more new tasks on the task panel, which is really pleasant!
However, Albert did not rush to look at the panel tasks, but entered the responsive house, which turned into an empty room with only four walls and one door, and a torch was burning on the wall.
”Okay, let's get started!”
Albert motioned everyone to put on earmuffs, and then took Scab out of his schoolbag.
”Why don't you bring it?” Albert looked at Lee Jordan suspiciously.
”Mandela grass is underage, at most it will fall into a coma?” Li Qiaodan didn't care much about it, ”And, didn't you wear it either?”
”I will plug my ears.” Albert took out his earplugs.
”If I faint, remember to take me to the school hospital.” Lee Jordan seems to be planning to test the power of the mandela grass crying by himself.
The three looked at each other.
Albert is no longer reluctant, the mandela grass fully matures, at least a few months, the lethality of crying is not very strong.
When everyone was ready, Albert put on his earplugs, and took out the magic item containing the cry of mandela grass from his pocket.
He raised his hand towards everyone, made a gesture of three, two, one, and then pressed the switch to open the container, and a harsh sound immediately sounded in the room.
The piercing voice was amplified countless times loudly, and even Albert could vaguely hear the sound, but he did not feel fainted.
Lee Jordan frowned slightly, covering his ears with his hands to resist the cry of Mandela grass. He felt a little dizzy, but he did not faint.
However, the unlucky Spots fainted, perhaps because the cry was too loud.
The next second, the cry of Mandela grass disappeared from the room.
Albert motioned everyone to take off the earmuffs~ looked at Lee Jordan and asked, ”How about?”
”It seems to have some effect, I feel dizzy.” Lee Jordan said.
”The cry of mandela grass is fatal. It should be related to some kind of curse contained in the sound. However, after I recorded the cry and replayed it, it meant that the power of the curse was greatly reduced. Weakened.” Albert explained.
The principle is the same as that of a basilisk. Snake eyes can kill people, but after the eyes are refracted by a mirror, their power will be weakened and they can only petrify people. And the cry of mandela grass can indeed kill people, but it is not mature enough, its strength itself is not strong enough, and it is seriously weakened, and its lack of power is not incomprehensible.
The cry of the mandela grass is indeed a curse, and it has nothing to do with infrasound. This is quite normal.
”Let's go, we'd better send this poor mouse back before Percy finds it out.” Albert didn't want something unpleasant to happen to the three brothers.
Having said that, Shaban's essence is still a wizard. Using it to do this experiment by himself is a wrong decision in itself. 5