In the stone cage, Sherlock quickly retreated and returned to her human form. She covered her burned-red neck and looked at Hoffa panting.

Hoffa stood opposite and gasped: "I see that you cannot cast spells when you are under the elemental assimilation spell. Am I right?"

"Really, how long can you sustain this transformation technique?"

Sherlock gritted his teeth and sneered: "Without the breath of the Horntail, how long can the high temperature on your body last?"

"Really?"

Hoffa pointed around: "Try elementalization in an environment without water at all."

Sherlock's expression changed,

"I have seen you use your abilities. You used your trident before, and then you created a large number of water droplets. Your purpose is not just to restrict my activities, but also to create a watery environment around you, so that you can use elements at any time.

The assimilation spell can escape harm. So I speculate that you cannot assimilate out of thin air, you must come into contact with water."

After a moment of silence, Sherlock said bitterly: "I take back my previous judgment. You really have something."

"Thank you for the compliment. Now that I have isolated those people outside, can we make peace?"

"Make peace?" Sherlock had a sarcastic look on his face: "Are you doing it for yourself or for those outside?"

Hoffa was slightly stunned.

Sherlock: "You still want to be a bystander, don't you understand? No one in this school can live aloof!"

After saying that, a sharp mental force field struck. The cage composed of Broken Grips shattered into pieces, and Hoffa felt a power of faith, a power he had never seen before.

He glanced at the magic scale on his watch and secretly complained in his heart. The human body transformation just consumed a lot of his magic power, and the activation state consumed a lot of his energy. He no longer has the ability to fight for a long time.

The two fell from the cage to the ground, and the students around them let out a flood of wild shouts. In the wild shouts, Sherlock jumped high on the gravel, and the water formed a sharp spear in his hand.

Seeing the opponent's blond hair flying freely in the air, Hoffa held up a narrow shield.

But at this time, it is easy to change suddenly.

Sherlock, who jumped up high, was thrown to the ground in the air, as if an invisible iron fist hit her on the cheek.

The crowd behind him gave out earth-shattering cheers. They looked at Hoffa like fanatical fans looking at the team that won the trophy.

But Hoffa stayed on the spot. He looked at his fist. He clearly made a conservative gesture, but why was Sherlock knocked away...

Soon, he knew the answer.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, a skinny young man walked in from outside the hall, his expression was somewhat sullen. It was Fatil de Lasese.

Seeing the professor approaching, the crowd dispersed, and the enthusiasm in the air finally faded away a bit.

Sherlock got up from the ground with his arms propped on the ground, all the magic waves disappeared, and her nosebleeds came out.

Fadil, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, stood in front of Sherlock, exhaled a puff of smoke, and whispered coldly: "You disappoint me so much that you can't even bear the criticism?"

Sherlock: "Professor...I..."

"I teach you how to train a dragon not to show off your abilities, but to maintain order and stability. Now, take your hornets and do what you should do."

There was no warmth in Delasese's voice.

"yes."

In front of this man, Sherlock, who had been unruly just now, seemed to be a different person. She lowered her head and walked to the bound Hungarian Horntail.

Hoffa silently untied the shackles of the Broken Grip, and the Hungarian Horntail knocked away its master. It circled curiously around Hoffa, then snorted, walked in front of Sherlock, and returned.

Dragon training team.

Sherlock followed his dragon, looking a little lost.

Fatir walked to the table of the dragon training team, and all the students in the team stood up.

Fatir: "Why don't you stop it? Can't you keep calm in your head?"

The dragon training team lowered their heads.

"Let's go." Fatir said calmly.

The dragon training team filed out. When they reached the door, Hoffa saw Fatil glance at him. His face was expressionless, but there was some inexplicable sympathy in his eyes.
Chapter completed!