"Exactly! It feels like we might actually get off work on time today!" The four Hit Wizards hurriedly changed the subject. "Paul, what do you think?"
"Right now, we should..." Paul Smith had only just opened his mouth to say something when a piercing scream abruptly rang out, completely drowning out his voice.
Paul Smith and the others quickly turned to look behind them. When they saw what was coming, their eyes widened almost at the same time.
Just how thoroughly prepared were these people?
How did they even have rockets!
The first thing that appeared in Paul Smith and the others' eyes was a streak of white smoke slanting down from above, not yet dispersed.
Only then did they see the army-green, cigar-shaped rocket.
It was not only Paul Smith and the others who saw the rocket. The surrounding members of the Muggle families who were still struggling saw the menacing rocket too.
Flames sprayed wildly from the rocket's tail, giving off an incomparably scorching airflow that warped the surrounding air, like ripples spreading across the surface of a calm lake.
Those Muggle family members seemed to know something. They struggled even more violently, twisting and writhing backward in a frenzy as they tried to dodge the incoming rocket.
Paul Smith and the others were relatively more relaxed. After all, what they were standing inside at this moment was the Magic Golden Light constructed by Vizet.
After the earlier actual combat, they knew very well what effect the surrounding golden light had. It could effectively withstand all kinds of weapons attacked with by Muggles.
Just as Paul Smith and the others relaxed slightly, another change occurred.
The Probe Rod at the front end of the rocket suddenly split open, splashing out some kind of liquid that flickered with a