Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1049: Mr. Blois’s mind

Does the letter that Willie’s father sent to Maca really just wanted to convey the message that she was enough to deal with the basilisk?

No, of course not.

Just a basilisk will not pose a threat to the Blois Patriarch who has the heritage of ancient summoning arts, even if this basilisk is obviously extraordinary.

On this point, not only Mr. Blois himself has full confidence, but even Maca knows this. After all, he had personally fought against this man in the underground vault of the Dark Spirit Pavilion.

So, what exactly is Blois who wants to inform Maca through that urgent letter, that "rest assured"?

So far, the answer is actually obvious.

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Not long after Akinbad, who had lost his arm and was blind, arrived at Fort Blois, in the foothills of the Monaco border.

The capable short witch suddenly raised her head and glanced into the opposite air—in that direction, a red light blazed brightly. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"It seems that the basilisk wants to break through there again... Two people stay here, the others close their eyes and follow me!"

Before speaking, the short witch suddenly flickered, moving away with the distortion of the space. The rest of the companions disappeared one by one in place according to her command, and in the end only the two were left on standby here vigilantly.

The next moment, on the other side of the hillside, one after another silhouettes appeared.

It can be seen that they all closed their eyes decisively in order to prevent the death of the basilisk from facing the sight of the basilisk as soon as it appeared. Only the short witch had his eyes open, but as soon as she appeared, she lowered her eyes and looked only at the bushes in front of her.

Obviously, since the whole team was almost planted on the poisonous mist last time, she won't be fooled this time.

"Are everything okay?"

According to the surrounding sounds, the basilisk has indeed appeared, right at the edge of the poisonous mist. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

The group of wizards staying here, in order to maintain the formation with their eyes closed, mostly stood in place and cast spells to contain the basilisk. There was only one person, lying down on the grass, motionless, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

After hearing the short witch questioning, it was probably a strong man of the team leader who immediately spoke:

"Vinson fell down. It is possible that he accidentally saw the basilisk's eyes directly...The others are okay, and there is no injury for the time being."

Although the answer was decisive and quick, after all, one of his companions died on the spot, and the strong man's tone still contained some regret and sentimentality.

"Well," the witch replied, and after casting a spell in the direction of the basilisk, she continued, "Go harder, even if you can't kill it yet, it's still possible to get it hurt. ...No matter how bad it is, we must drive it back into the poisonous mist."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Yes!"

During the brief exchange between the two, the other companions once again threw a few spells on the basilisk, and the sound of explosions and crashes one after another.

It's a pity, because there is no way to confirm whether the basilisk was injured or not, it makes it difficult for them to judge the situation more accurately.

At this stage, there might be nothing wrong with using the term "fighting" to describe it.

And just a few minutes after the wizards cast their spells and tried to suppress the basilisk, a stronger shock than before made the short witch shout immediately:

"Be careful, it is approaching!"

This time, the basilisk may have discovered that the short witch hadn't completely closed its eyes, so it didn't repeat its tricks, but chose to forcibly attack the encirclement on this side.

At this moment, if someone dared to look directly at its body, it would appear that the previous offensive spells did not actually harm its body at all. At best, it left traces of different shades on its hard, magic-resistant skin. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

To be honest, a series of larger magical creatures, such as basilisks and fire dragons, although they also use some of their talent magic, in the end they prefer to rely on tyrannical bodies to fight against enemies.

Perceiving that the basilisk is approaching quickly, the wizards present resisted the urge to retreat, trying to capture the path of the basilisk as much as possible.

They knew that if they couldn't help but start running backwards, they would definitely be even more unable to confirm the location of the basilisk. When the time comes, there will be nothing else to do except for whoever runs faster against his teammates.

For a moment, the wizards, each judging the location of the basilisk, cast spells one by one, some hit and some missed. Fortunately, the basilisk is very large, so most of it can still hit the target.

It's just how much effect this series of attacks can produce. It's difficult to know exactly. They only knew that the movement of the basilisk did not seem to be reduced as a result, but became faster. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Is it not effective at all? Or is it because you angered the other party?

The moment the short witch was about to let everyone retreat temporarily, a thick long tail suddenly appeared from the corner of her eye, and slammed toward her location.

She didn't have time to think about it. She leaned forward and shook her head when she hit the ground, but she still clenched her teeth to keep herself awake.

It was the second after she fell to the ground, that tail almost whizzed past her back, and the fierce air flow even moved her body a few inches to the side.

If this one fell on the body, I was afraid that it would be drawn into a torn sack with broken bones on the spot.

"Retreat! Retreat!" As she shouted, she glanced behind her, a piece that seemed to be coming here, she hurriedly said again, "Leave me alone! This is an order!"&1t;i> &1t;/i>

The blame is for her to stand too far forward-although this is mainly to guard against the poisonous mist for her companions, it is really inappropriate for a commander to stand so far forward.

This time, she made a mistake in judgment.

In a hurry, the tail that had just been flicked in the horizontal direction seemed to be drawn from above to her prostrate position again. As the whistling sound approached, she hurriedly closed her eyes and rolled away to one side.

You have to try even if it is too late, right?

At this moment, there was a deafening roar in mid-air, and the short witch felt her waist tighten.

When she recovered, she realized that she had been pulled aside by a magic.

"Boom!"

Between the clods of soil splashing, the basilisk's tail fell fiercely on the place where the short witch was just now, and the strength of it caused a crack on the ground. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Immediately, Short Witch felt a scorching air wave approaching from the air, roasting her as if she was about to be lit.

"Leave all, leave it to me here... In addition, the poisonous fog can be ignited and eliminated with this, and use it in the direction of spreading."

"Patriarch!"

The short witch quickly got up and looked back. At the first glance, she was attracted by the flying dragon composed of extremely hot flames.

However, the flying dragon flickered with huge wings and hung firmly behind Patriarch Blois. Where it was, the grass scorched and burned. If you stay longer, I am afraid that a wildfire will be inevitable.

On the other side, the basilisk may instinctively sense the huge threat of the flame dragon, and in a blink of an eye it retreats to the vicinity of the poisonous fog. It seems that as long as there is a slight change here, it will definitely turn its head and run. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

The more intelligent creatures are, the less they like to fight head-to-head. At this time, facing the extremely deterrent flying dragon, even if it knew that it was not necessarily an opponent, it would never want to fight the opponent head-on.

The unnecessary damage is obviously unnecessary for it.

"Patriarch, don't you want to stay with the family? Over the castle..."

"There is a butler over there," Blois said casually while tossing a small bottle in his hand to the short witch, "Moreover, President Akinbad of the International Federation of Wizards suddenly visited the castle. I asked him to lead people around the castle to be on guard."

The witch took the small bottle and didn't look at it carefully for the time being, just a little confused and authentic:

"Mr. Akinbad...is there any problem?"

However, Blois did not directly answer her question, but instead instead reminded: &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"The one in your hand is called'Lihuobo', a work that Mr. McLean once sold out. The effect is trustworthy. After a while, you just need to smash it on the ground in the poisonous mist."

After explaining the usage, he waved his hand at the other party.

"And Mr. Akinbad, who is also recognized by Mr. McLean, I think he is equally trustworthy... Go! Hurry up and clean up the poisonous fog, and don't let them spread to the Muggle towns outside. "

After all the family wizards followed the short witch to evacuate here, they saw that Blois did not look at the direction of the basilisk, but directly waved his hand on his side.

In an instant, the flame dragon that had hovered behind him slammed up from the ground, and then swung around and dived high towards the basilisk.

"Roar--"

A dragon roar, accompanied by a flaming dragon breath, fell on the high head of the basilisk before it rushed to the vicinity of the basilisk.

As previously expected~IndoMTL.com~ The basilisk saw it, turned over and wanted to dive into the poisonous mist, the speed was surprisingly fast. In the blink of an eye, the Dragon's Breath did not catch up, but it ruthlessly roasted its original land into a piece of coke.

However, although the dragon's breath of the flame dragon also swept a little poisonous mist, the latter still remained unchanged, as if the two had not touched at all.

However, the flame dragon doesn't care about poisonous fog or something. As long as the owner's command does not change, even if the enemy gets into the sea, it will plunge headlong decisively.

As soon as the two sides ran away and pursued them, they both got into the poisonous mist within a few seconds, and they never saw anymore.

It wasn't until this time that Blois turned his head and looked into the poisonous mist, silently, and didn't know what he was thinking about.

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