Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1104: Fairy Half-Blood Witch

? "Damn it! Too few people completed the second ritual step!"

In front of the church, Martin fights against Malfoy and his son alone.

Although no one knows yet, why didn't he get stronger power from his "teacher" Helbo. But as a wizard who was not particularly outstanding, he was actually good enough.

Be aware that Lucius, as the head of the Malfoy family and once the main Death Eater member of Voldemort, his duel level will naturally not be too low. And his son Draco has not had room for relaxation in the past few years, so his performance at the moment is truly remarkable.

But Martin didn't fear the combination of the father and son, keeping a steady rhythm as he advances and retreats. Although he tends to be suppressed somewhat, if no accident happens, he is absolutely impossible to lose at least for a while.

However, Martin now finds that he has somewhat misjudged the strength of the two sides just now.

According to his judgment, as long as 30 or 40% of the believers he had gathered could complete the second step of the ceremony, then he was completely sure to drive back the wizards brought by Lucius Malfoy. . And if the number of people who complete the ceremony can reach 50%, if luck is good, there may be a few hostages left.

It's a pity that the skinny reality told him that the people who increased the strength of the spell through the second step of the magic ritual accounted for at most 20% of the total.

"Obviously, compared to the first step of the ceremony, the second step is much less difficult...These guys are really unbearable!"

Martin thought with some annoyance, and with a fierce wave of his wand, he blocked the powerful smashing spell cast by Lucius with the Iron Armor Curse.

Then, he saw him take two steps to the side just right, accurately avoiding the trap spell Draco had cast on his feet.

"Hmph, unless the teacher's instructions were given first, I would not let any of these guys go!"

This whisper in Martin's heart, naturally no one will hear it. To be honest, he couldn't help feeling upset now.

Seeing that the number of people on both sides in this underground church is about the same, the actual situation of the battle can only be said to be a close match, and the two sides are playing well or not.

However, this is a waste of time in Martin's view.

"Do you want to retreat temporarily?"

If he continues to drag down the time like this, Helbo will not come to help him-as an apprentice accepted by the other party, Martin knows this very well.

So, the longer the battle lasts, the more disadvantages the situation will be for them. After all, although Helbo will not come, the possibility that Makar McLean will suddenly appear here will increase.

Almost at this moment, the fighting crowd finally heard the first cry of tonight...At this moment, the first person injured by the curse had also appeared.

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"There are so many obstacles!"

During the melee, Pansy threw another obstacle curse, trying to relieve the pressure of the constant pressing around her.

And just now, she heard the cry of pain in the court. It can be distinguished that the exclaimed voice happened to belong to the witch who spoke to Maca last time.

"If you continue to fight like this, there will be some endless..."

While hurriedly looking at the surrounding situation, Pansy once again fended off a coma spell with a poor accuracy. But at this moment, she saw a slightly short cultist hit by a rather powerful disarming curse. As the wand was blown into the air by this shot, the little wizard also The unexpectedly powerful impact flew upside down.

When Pansy saw this, he subconsciously cast a floating spell, then stretched out his hand to catch the opponent's body.

"Are you okay?"

Before the words fell, another red light burst into the air from the other side, making Pansy to raise his head again and wave his wand to resist the spell cast by someone else.

"...It's okay, thank you."

Immediately, Pansy heard the little wizard in his arms say thanks-the voice was soft and glutinous, and a little shrill, obviously a woman.

But to be honest, this witch is too small, right? Is it possible that he is still a first-year student?

Compared to the terrible gatherings in this underground church, Pansy is already young enough to think about it... Could it be said that there are really people younger than her mixed in?

"Can you stand up?" Pansy didn't have the time to lower his head, but he could only half-hold the opponent casually, "You don't have a wand, you definitely can't fight... just follow me! Don't get too far away. "

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to make friends with others. Although she doesn't know what it means to have a relationship with such a "child", she still shows her kindness to the other party.

There is no way, it is not easy for Pansy to take care of Maca's mission in this chaotic battle. Rather than get nothing in the end, it's better to be able to contact one, right?

"Floating into the air!"

After fending off a few more curses rushing towards them, Pansy managed to turn up the prayer benches next to them, stacking them and blocking them behind them.

"Sooner or later, it will be unstoppable if you continue like this, so hide first!"

She dragged the little child Witch down and squatted down so that they wouldn't be attacked before the heavy benches were destroyed.

And only then did Pansy have time to look down at the little child witch. But at the moment when she lowered her head, she couldn't help but froze for a while.

She discovered that the hood originally worn on the opponent's head had already turned behind when it was knocked into the air just now, and the face that had been hidden in the shadow for the first time was naturally exposed to her now.

"You..." Pansy was startled, "Do you have a fairy blood?"

That face looked exactly as she expected, with delicate white skin, rosy lips, and cheeks with a little baby fat.

However, the time passed still leaves her face with maturity that does not meet the apparent age.

However, to say that this is a female fairy, Pansy didn't find the five short dwarf figure peculiar to fairy in her.

Thinking about it this way, it is unknown that this little child witch may be a goblin hybrid.

"Ah!"

In Pansy's subconscious questioning, the other party seemed to realize that his hood had fallen in half, and turned his hat up again in a panic.

"Hug, sorry..."

"No, you don't need to care too much," Pansy said. "Actually, the professor of spells at Hogwarts is a goblin hybrid. I don't think it's a big deal."

Actually, Pansy's words are somewhat insincere. She said so to accomplish the task.

For the descendants of a pure-blood family, the hybrid of wizards and humanoid magical creatures has always been a race that should be rejected. Even Professor Flitwick, like her Pansy, and Malfoy and others privately, occasionally criticized it, only because of the other party's achievements did not dare to easily contempt.

Of course, compared to the hybrid giants like Hagrid who has always been known for being stupid, the shrewd goblin hybrids are actually treated better among wizards.

However, if there is a fairy hybrid like Flitwick's self-esteem and self-confidence, there will inevitably be a fairy hybrid who feels inferior to his blood like this little child witch.

Listening to Pansy's wrongful comfort, the other party only smiled lightly, but did not express gratitude again for it. Perhaps, she has long been used to hearing all kinds of praise or derogation.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Pansy heard a sharp reminder from the little child Wu Wu beside him. This made her hurriedly raised her head again, the magic wand in her hand also habitually traced out a trajectory, dangerously and dangerously cast a rather hasty iron armor curse.

Suddenly, the magical brilliance exploded in front of the two of them, blocking their sight.

In this chaotic battle, losing sight is obviously quite dangerous. Pansy's heart suddenly alarmed, making her fall to the ground without hesitation, and even the little witch with her little child was pushed onto the rough and cold ground by her.

The next moment, a fire light passed over the two of them, and it quickly and violently hit the prayer chair that Pansy had just set up.

"Bang! Wow!"

When the sawdust was flying, Pansy felt only a sharp pain in her shoulder, which made her almost unable to hold the wand in her hand.

It seems that the explosive curse that was shot from nowhere just blasted the bench, causing a piece of wood thorn to accidentally pierce her back shoulder.

"Can't stay here anymore, look for it, where can we go to hide!"

She endured the pain and got up and looked around, but only saw the chaos around her. There was no safe place in this underground church.

This is terrible-she can neither choose to use Apparition to leave, nor can she find a place to hide in this unobstructed space.

Draco didn't think about keeping his hands at the very least before he asked his father Lucius to bring someone to the attack?

Under such a complicated battle situation~IndoMTL.com~If both parties are still scrupulous about the use of the Unforgivable Curse, I am afraid she will have to die here!

On the other hand, Martin seemed to be unwilling to leave just like that.

After all, most wizards understand that in a duel, the distracted retreating party will definitely suffer losses. This is an obvious common sense.

As the curses flew around, Pansy became more and more strenuous to resist. Seeing her, she was considering whether to leave the "cumbersome" around her that prevented her from avoiding.

But in the next second, Martin, who had been fighting with the Malfoy father and son, finally knew that he couldn't do anything. If he dragged on, he would really be in danger of encountering McLean.

"Pay attention to cover each other!"

However, he saw three shocks from his face violently swinging his stick, and then, while leaping to the side, he slammed something on the ground.

"Ready to retreat!"