"Yeah! Looks like we might actually get off work on time today!" The four Hit Wizards hurriedly changed the subject. "What do you think, Paul?"
"Right now, we should..." Paul Smith had barely begun to speak when a piercing shriek suddenly rang out, completely drowning him out.
Paul Smith and the others quickly turned to look behind them. When they saw what was coming, their eyes widened almost simultaneously.
Just how thoroughly had these people prepared?
They even had rockets?
The first thing Paul Smith and the others saw was a trail of white smoke slanting down from above, not yet dispersed.
Then they saw the olive-green, cigar-shaped rocket.
Paul Smith and the others were not the only ones to spot it. The No-Maj family members still struggling nearby also saw the menacing incoming rocket.
Flames blasted wildly from the rocket's rear, radiating scorching air that warped the surrounding atmosphere like ripples spreading across a still lake.
Those No-Maj family members seemed to know something. They struggled even harder, twisting desperately backward in an attempt to evade the incoming rocket.
Paul Smith and the others were comparatively more relaxed. After all, they were currently within the magical golden light Wizet had created.
After the earlier battle, they knew very well what the golden light around them could do. It could effectively withstand all manner of weapons used by No-Majs.
Just as Paul Smith and the others began to relax, another change occurred.
The probe at the rocket's tip suddenly split open, spraying out a strange liquid that glimmered with an unusual faint light.
The liquid reached the magical golden light Wizet had created before the rocket did.
Since the magical golden light had been created by Wizet with the spell "Projectile Deflection Charm," he immediately sensed something and showed a