Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1280: The “Black Dead” reappears

Thomas, who was hiding in the back kitchen of the restaurant, heard nothing from an explosion!

"Boom——"

When Charlie rode a fire dragon and landed heavily on the roof, there was a dull slamming sound, and the bricks and rubble suddenly scattered in all directions.

The roof of this house is slanted, and for the fire dragon’s grip, it’s as crispy as a French puff pastry. For this reason, Norberta swooped his wings and slipped several times on the top, before reluctantly grabbing the edge of the brick to stand firmly.

So what followed was a roar of irritation.

"Roar--"

Xu Shiguang stood on the roof and roared, but Noberta lowered her head slightly, when she found the figure passing by the street below. Then, a fiery stream of flames immediately spit out from her mouth.

Such a big movement, it is naturally impossible not to be noticed.

When Harry was chased by Harry and circled around, and finally returned to this side street by ghosts, the black-eyed wizard saw him, and then waved his backhand to the top of his head. The black matter that originally surrounded him instantly An arc-shaped shield condensed above him.

When the flame dragon's breath really fell on his side, he suddenly turned around, and hurriedly flashed into the first wall hole with a slight blocking of the shield.

The next moment, the flame that was so striking in the dark night fell on the ground, burning the street into a black pothole.

"Broken!" After Charlie on the dragon's back saw it, he immediately shouted at Harry who was chasing behind him, "Quickly go in! The wounded wizard was inside!"

Actually, Charlie was meant to stop the Black Pupil wizard from running in there, so he asked Norberta to spray a flame at the hole in the wall. But who knows, after all, he was rushed in by that guy!

"...I hope it's all right!"

Seeing Harry quickly followed through the hole in the wall, Charlie, who was lying on the dragon's back and looking down, finally retracted his neck, and then muttered softly.

As far as the current situation in London is concerned, people who can still walk around the streets are more or less capable. Not to mention, he had clearly seen that the other party had entered with an incapable injury just now.

So in his opinion, even if he suddenly encounters the black pupil wizard, the opponent may not have the ability to save his life in a short period of time.

But... what should I say?

Charlie's guess was right, but the actual situation is obviously far from his imagination.

……

"Boom!"

When a figure rushed in through the wall hole abruptly, Thomas, who was procrastinated and somewhat slow, was actually stunned on the spot.

Who is this from here! How come you come with a flame background?

Looking out of the hole in the wall behind the opponent, suddenly a violent pillar of fire fell from the sky, and Thomas couldn't react at all at this time. He shuddered under the gaze of those black eyeballs until the opponent drew to the side and avoided a stream of flames that had just splashed in from the outside.

No matter who that guy is, it's definitely not a good thing anyway.

"Except your weapons!"

Thomas, who felt the deadly threat in an instant, once again used the previous disarming spell that was almost innocent--even if the opponent had no weapons in his hand, it would be good to be able to smash this guy out, wouldn't it?

But this time, the disarming curse that had helped him several times finally hit a wall, and what he encountered was an arc-shaped "black wall".

"Should--"

When the black pupil wizard set up a black shield, the red magic light arc also hit it. Suddenly, when the light particles flew away, this absolutely powerful disarming curse was completely blocked, and it didn't even affect the opponent at all.

Then, at the moment when Thomas's spell was over, and there was no time to do anything, a sharp black thorn flew towards him.

Death!

Thomas didn't care about his image...Of course, he had never cared about his own image. He rolled to the side when he saw him on the spot, avoiding the life-threatening black thorn very ugly.

After that, he subconsciously looked at the back chair he was sitting on before, only to find that the chair had been directly penetrated by black thorns and nailed to the wall.

Needless to say, if he hadn't avoided the one just now, he would have been chained there with people and chairs now!

However, this is not over yet.

Not long after the first black thorn plunged into the wall, the second immediately followed. At a loss, Thomas, who has not had time to get up, is tumbling again...

"Oh, it's early!"

The next second when this thought suddenly flashed in his mind, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his left leg when he just turned to the side, and then his leg couldn't move anymore.

"Ah--"

Thomas was just an ordinary person, and he was of the kind who didn't have much temperament. Right now, his left leg was pierced by a black thorn, and before the blood could even flow out, he couldn't help clutching his injured leg and howling.

Following, when the third black thorn suddenly glimpsed from the corner of his eye, he couldn't scream even if it hurts any more. The fear of death caused him to calm down suddenly, and his mind became blank as it was when he was in the alley.

Up to this moment, only a few seconds have passed since the black-eyed wizard broke in, and the flame dragon's breath outside has not even completely dissipated.

"Are you finally going to die?"

Looking at the third black thorn that was about to end his life, he suddenly flew towards him, the target was the chest and abdomen that he couldn't move at all.

"Well, why should I say "finally"?"

In the field of vision, the black thorn gradually enlarges...Is it slowing down? Or is it that the moment before death is always extraordinarily long?

"Oh, yes! Logically speaking, I should have died a long time ago. It was only because of an unexplainable accident that caused me to live until now..."

Suddenly, the scene where he killed someone with a stone flashed in Thomas' heart.

"Doesn’t you mean that you look back on your life before you die? Why is there only this memory that I don’t want to remember the last?"

"Ah! That's right, I killed someone who couldn't resist... Maybe this is retribution!"

No, it's not like that! It was that guy **** it—that lunatic killed more people, I just wanted to protect more people!

Yes, I have to kill him, I have to kill him! I...

Thinks flew past Thomas's mind, either calmly or sophistry. And his spirit, with these thoughts, is gradually getting closer to a certain power hidden in the soul.

At the end, just as the sharp black thorns were about to touch his chest, a black mist suddenly sprayed out from all over his body and enveloped him in it.

Immediately, a muffled sound of "clang" spread out in the kitchen, and the black thorn was slapped to the side by him. The force of that blow was so great that even the wall had several cracks.

Thinking that this was the case for the Black Death under Voldemort's hands. At the cost of losing the ability to cast spells, the magic in the body was turned into energy that strengthened the body. But unlike Voldemort's "half-slut", Thomas still maintains a clear consciousness.

Of course, this inspired Thomas for the first time the "arrogance" rule, and it is obvious that he has not stabilized on a spiritual level. Those emotions just now have unknowingly turned into a fighting impulse that is eager to release.

"Roar--"

At this moment, Maca is actually sitting on the old sofa aside, watching this scene quietly.

This time, apart from paying attention to the situation secretly and intending to save Thomas when he failed to stimulate the energy, he didn't make any other interference.

So all this just now was indeed done by Thomas of his own will.

While rushing towards the black-eyed wizard with black energy all over, Maca took another glance at the staff in his hand. There is no doubt that the red streamer on the surface of the stone ball once again, and the trend of tremor is continuously increasing with Thomas' changes.

But Maca knows very well in his heart~IndoMTL.com~ No matter how much it vibrates, it is impossible to reach its limit. Because just a Thomas can not change much.

But... well, that's enough.

"Boom!"

A sudden loud noise came from the front, and Maca raised his eyes and looked at it—it was Thomas.

I saw that his fist filled with black mist had already slammed heavily on the spherical shield that the black pupil wizard had just supported. That huge force forcibly pushed a large black ball high up against the wall and flew out.

It was a coincidence. Almost at the same time, Maca saw Harry with the Gryffindor sword in his hand rushing in from the previous hole in the wall.

When Harry noticed that a figure covered in black mist ran out of another hole that had just emerged, he couldn't help but froze for a while before turning back and following out.

When he returned to the street outside, he saw the dark, unidentified figure slamming against an equally dark ball, with every force as if the ground was trembling.

Although the black ball was still intact until now, it was hit into the ground little by little by the guy like a pile driver.

To be honest, Harry, Voldemort's Dark Death, knew it. Not only did he know, but he also saw him, just like the guy not far away.

I can say whether the black smoker is a black death or not, but this is a bit uncertain...If you have to say, Voldemort has been killed by Maca long ago, and what might still exist now" "Black Death"?

No matter what, the opponent is now beating the black-eyed wizard, which is what Harry is happy to see. So, at least for now...

"Calm down for a while, maybe it's a good choice?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at each other with Charlie on the roof.