Chapter 1700 (1/2)

”Damn it! Let them run, not one of them

Before long, the angry Hermione came back with the gun, stomping on her heel, and the professor complained.

Without Voldemort, the men had no spirit to fight to the end. When Hermione was going to capture the prisoners with the infantry counter charge, they left with the door keys they had prepared.

Except for a few fallen masks, there was not even a wand in the booty that could be used to identify the wizard.

The return on this investment is not as good as hunting in Africa. After all, even if a gazelle is killed, it can still eat a few mouthfuls of meat.

”Not angry, not angry.” Su Ming touched her head and smoothed her hair. She ignored Sirius and Weasley, who had been in a daze since the tank opened fire. ”I know a scientist with a coquettish moustache. In the future, I'll ask him to make you some miniature medium bullets to play with, so that none of the Death Eaters can run away.”

”Do you know what a bullet is?” Hermione rolled her eyes and took off her big hand from her head.

”All in all, your mission is not over.” Su Ming digs off the topic and points to the protected old and weak women and children: ”the staff of the Ministry of magic and Professor Hogwarts have gone to catch grinderwood. You have to be responsible for counting the survivors here, then pacifying and settling down, arranging the following duty tasks for the followers, a lot of things.”

Miss Granger's face became more serious, and she nodded, ”I see, but what kind of man is grinderwood worth so many people chasing?”

Su Ming can't say, ”the old man who taught you the black magic is the old man.” so he touched his beard and pretended to be confused: ”do you think I'm old? How can I know about the older generation? ”

Hermione thought that there was nothing wrong with her. Her professor looked like she was in her twenties. I didn't know it was normal.

But she still looked at the teacher scornfully:

”then you always boast that you know everything?”

”What? What about scholars? Can that be called bragging? Now, I'll teach you how to write fennel in Chinese... ”The professor's expression was a little flustered. She said something she didn't understand, and the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.

”A little bit!” The little girl spat out her tongue and ran away laughing.

Dumbledore, in the end, they still did not catch Greenwood, or even the shadow. They wanted to capture a master of illusionism who had experienced many battles with dozens of people in the dark forest in the middle of the night?

It's better to go home early to wash and sleep. After all, there is everything in my dream.

Old Deng also felt that the other party would at least come out to see him. After everyone turned back, he remained alone in the woods for a long time, but Greenwood did not show up to meet him.

This made the headmaster a little sad.