All the results of his afternoon's work were neatly arranged on the stone table before him.
Twelve Object-Storing Talismans, ten Ice Spike Talismans, ten Earth Bullet Talismans, and five Explosive Talismans. He had used up every last drop of the Quintaped's blood.
He put them all into a high-grade Object-Storing Talisman, then pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement.
He was brimming with confidence now.
Sure enough, all fear came from insufficient firepower.
With enough firepower, Voldemort, the Saints, and ancient beings lurking in the shadows of history were nothing more than targets of different sizes.
When he reached the second floor, the setting sun slanted through the corridor windows, bathing him in a layer of pale pink light.
The distant hubbub of dinner and the clink of cutlery drifted faintly from the Great Hall, while the scent of roast beef and Yorkshire Pudding hung in the air.
Just then, he suddenly heard a number of people talking.
After listening briefly, he recognized the voices of his roommates.
"Where do you think Boss Gerald's gone off to again? Could he be in love?" It was Lee Jordan speaking.
"Tell me about it. We haven't seen him all day. I think Vivian's interested in him. She's always sneaking looks at him." Fred sounded rather impish.
"You're overthinking it. She just can't stand losing to Green." This time, the speaker was a girl, probably Angelina.
Gerald was privately startled too. His hearing really was astonishing now.
Even from six or seven hundred meters away, he could hear conversations in the Great Hall on the first floor.
Of course, what surprised him even more was this.
A bunch of children barely into their teens were already such gossips.
Gossip really was human nature!
Chapter 119: Britain Had Its Own Particular Circumstances.