Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 300: The battle in the hall of death
The strength of the Black Death is related to the original magic power of the creature, so the strength of each Black Death is different. To say that the dark dead men Maca is dealing with, the strongest is the big man who appeared at the beginning.
If Maca didn't guess wrong, this guy whose speed and power surpassed that of the other Dark Deaths by a large margin, should be the werewolf that Lenny wanted to "meet"-Fenrir Greyback.
As one of the magical creatures, the werewolves possessed completely different magical powers from wizards. But there is no doubt that they, like other magical creatures, contain a unique magical power in their bodies.
That is the source of their strength and the source of energy needed to transform.
Fenrir Greyback, as the most notorious werewolf today, he possesses obviously far more magical powers than other companions.
But even so, when confronted with a wizard like Maca who mastered the power of the rules, his lack of power quickly became apparent.
"Destroy."
After an indifferent growl, the opponent exploded at an astonishing speed in an instant, and the black energy in his body pulled out a long tail in the air and rushed towards the front of Maca.
Maca waved his magic wand, and the extremely cold air once again diffused. He himself stepped on the magic book and flashed slightly to the side, passing the opponent's impact with extremely fast reaction power.
The next moment, the blue light flashed on his wand again, and the beam of light spewed out and swiftly swept toward the opponent's back.
Fenrir's feeling is very keen, and this natural instinct to fight makes him rise two feet abruptly, avoiding Maca's smooth counterattack dangerously and dangerously.
However, he did not completely avoid it.
The white frost spread on his calf, and the cooling effect continued to spread, even the black air on his body seemed to fade a bit.
But Fenrir didn't seem to notice it. He relied on the flying ability of the Black Death to move at high speed to avoid the chase of the beam of light.
A few seconds later, the beam of light dissipated, and Fenrir retreated immediately.
The rest of the Black Dead still attacked Maca as if they were desperate. Although their offense could be said to be unruly, their fearless madness made up for the shortcomings.
Fenrir obviously got an invisible cover.
He stayed in the air, his head hidden by the black air was slightly lowered, as if he was looking at the injury on his calf.
No, it's not just the calf anymore.
Those pale frost is constantly eroding, and it has spread to his thighs, and he is still climbing up.
"Discard."
Fenrir pointed the knife together, and fell suddenly.
Under the unusually powerful force, one leg was cut almost completely by him, but there was no blood oozing out of the wound, only the constant black energy entangled.
The leg fell from mid-air, and the part that had been swallowed by white was hit by the fall, and it smashed into a floor of ice with a bang.
Immediately afterwards, Fenrir, who seemed unconscious, suddenly raised his head and stared at the Maca in front of him.
"Destroy."
Before speaking, he exploded at a speed a little faster than before, almost turning into a black straight line across the air.
"Huh?"
Maca frowned slightly, and stepped aside again. He drew a half circle with his wand accurately, and moved a few feet aside by his impact.
But at this moment, an inexplicable strength suddenly appeared from the side of Maca, who was originally an ordinary Black Death, and an astonishing wave of magic power broke out in an instant.
"Voldemort?"
This timing was indeed extremely accurate, and it was the moment when Maca took advantage of his efforts to dodge.
However, I saw a black flame skyrocketing extremely abruptly, turning into a black fireball and hitting Maca's back with a mighty force, which contained extremely terrifying power.
Maca is in a state of "attentive", but no matter how fast the reaction speed, the body can't keep up with it.
He only had time to lift the wand behind him, and the icy blue brilliance flowed from behind, transforming into a crystal clear shield.
But under the impact of the raging black fireball, the shield cracked almost instantly, and then Maca was suddenly smashed to the ground under a huge impact.
"Voldemort is not even losing face?"
Only such a thought flashed in his mind. The next moment, he was smashed into the stone steps on the ground without any fancy, arousing countless stone chips and dust.
"Hehehehe, hehehahaha...McLean!"
In mid-air, Voldemort, who was originally disguised as an ordinary black death, swept away the black air from his body, revealing his original face.
"Taste the taste of death!"
He obviously didn't plan to let go of this opportunity to take advantage of the pursuit. As soon as he spoke, he rushed towards the stone pit that Maca smashed again, and a thick black flame ignited in his hand.
"Boom!"
Voldemort's palm condensed the black flame, and he shot it down with a particularly violent attitude in the mid-air near the stone pit. The black flame instantly turned into a flame meteor, and it suddenly landed in the center of the stone pit.
Then there was a violent explosion, with black flames exploding around the stone pit as the center.
The terrifying power of this blow caused the entire hall to vibrate slightly, and even the ceiling rustled and dropped a piece of dust.
"First you, then Dumbledore... By the way, and Lockhart! When I solve you one by one, who else will be my opponent in the British magical world?"
Although his words were arrogant, Voldemort's eyes were still looking at the dusty stone pit, and a cloud of black flame condensed again in his palm.
For this kid in front of him, he can't be careful.
Quiet! Very quiet! As if Maca was really dead, there was no movement.
In a short while, the smoke and dust in the stone pit gradually settled, and Voldemort's expression suddenly stiffened.
In the pit full of stone chips, there is not even a human figure!
"How is it possible?"
He squinted his eyes and kept traversing the inside and outside of the stone pit, scanning every inch of space in the hall back and forth, but he still found nothing.
"Come out!"
Voldemort suddenly waved out the black flame in his hand, sweeping across the hall like a hurricane, and the sound of howling was endless.
But when those black flames rolled through the arch in the middle of the hall, they were immediately lost by more than half.
Voldemort looked at the seemingly unremarkable arch with a surprised look, the black curtain still fluttering lightly, without any damage.
At this moment, an icy blue beam of light burst from behind Voldemort's right, and the cold air of Ling Ling formed a layer of snow-white frost wherever it passed.
Voldemort's complexion suddenly tightened, and a layer of black energy rose up all over his body, suddenly flying up. But before he could fly high, he was hit by the beam of light that lifted up.
The black energy around him immediately dissipated a lot, and the whole person was hit against the wall by the impact.
In this instant, the wall he hit suddenly turned into a giant hand, clutching Voldemort's body for a half circle, and then slammed him out toward the arch.
The giant hand that the black rock turned into was very powerful. With just such a flick, Voldemort flew towards the black curtain on the arch at an extremely fast speed.
There are three feet...two feet...one foot...
In the blink of an eye, Voldemort almost touched the weird black curtain!
"Boom!"
Perhaps it was only a few inches away, and Voldemort, who had reacted in time, decisively turned into a black air, and dissipated at the moment when he was about to touch the forbidden thing.
At the other end of the hall, Maca crouched amidst the ruins of rocks and dust, holding the dilapidated stone steps with one hand, and holding the wand steadily with the other without trembling. .
He shook his head slightly regretfully, and then the wand lighted up again, and the tip of the wand pointed at the last black death abandoned by Voldemort-Fenrir Greyback.
At the same time, Fenrir, who hadn't made any movements, turned his head slightly, and then, as if receiving some order, he jumped into a black flame and flew towards the entrance of the hall.
With a wave of Maca's hand, the icy blue beam of light burst out again, hitting him in the back before it rushed out of the hall.
The duration of the beam of light this time was particularly short~IndoMTL.com~ almost just flickered and then disappeared immediately.
After all, Maca's magic power is somewhat insufficient, and it is very close to the limit right now, and he needs to leave a bit of strength in case of accidents.
Although Fenrir tried to avoid him, he couldn't avoid it this time. The black energy on his body immediately disappeared, and his whole person was frozen.
"Ahem..."
Maca coughed violently twice, and then took a deep breath to endure the discomfort. Only then took out a bottle of potion from his waist, pulled out the cork and poured it down.
Slightly sighed, he glanced at the arch one last time, then dragged a slow pace to the door of the hall without saying a word.
……
"Ding Dong Ding Dong—"
In Black’s old house, as the doorbell jingled, Sirius’s mother screamed again.
"Who is ringing the doorbell again?" Sirius' anger was ignited again. "How many times have I told them? How many times!"
Sirius, who was finishing the report with Lupin in the reception room, suddenly stood up and walked angrily to the hall.
"Who is here again this time?" Ron said curiously, "Isn't no one coming at this point every day? Everyone has their own business..."
"We just need to be ourselves, don't worry about that much!" Hermione glared at Ron, "Hurry up and memorize the notes I lent you--if you want to improve, you can't be lazy!"
"Of course! Of course!" Ron nodded hastily, then lay down on the table and looked at a thick notebook.
"...McLean?" Sirius's annoyed voice came from the hallway, "I haven't seen you ring the doorbell before. Did you find the difference?"