Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 478: The time has come

A genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Top Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The castle in the snow always makes people feel a kind of desolation. The feather-like snow fell obliquely with the squally wind, covering the whole world in a grayish-white haze.

And just in the forecourt of the snow-covered castle, a large number of black figures surrounded them. In the middle of the crowd, a young man with a staff standing in his hands, was trapped in a siege without panic, just looking straight ahead.

As far as he could see, another figure wrapped in black flames also stood still on the spot, staring at the boy coldly.

Whether it is the seemingly crowded party or the lonely party, there is no intention to do it right away. The atmosphere in the bright field has been tense to the extreme, but it seems that they just want to procrastinate.

Obviously, neither party is in a hurry at this moment.

……

However, at the same time, Harry and Ron were extremely anxious.

"Harry, I think we must as soon as possible... Time has passed too long," Ron said helplessly, "Although I can't see whether it's dawn or dark outside here, I guess we probably I’ve spent the whole night here!"

Harry heard this and shook his head in distress.

"I want to be fast too! But--"

To be honest, the two of them have been trapped here for a long time. And the most important thing is that they don't even know where they are!

From the surrounding environment, this seems to be a small wooden house with little space. A dimly lit gasoline lamp hung on the dark parquet wall. There were no windows on all sides and no doors.

In the corner of the room, two tan simple hammocks were hung directly from the ceiling, and the two curtains dropped slightly, covering the hammocks somewhat.

Above the two curtains, the brown coat of arms with a little badger printed on it is probably the only thing that can prove that they are still at Hogwarts—that's the emblem of Hufflepuff College.

Harry and Ron still remembered what Maca had said to them, saying that in order to participate in Dumbledore's funeral, he had to pass his test. But then, they didn't even know what the test was, they suddenly went black and fainted in a corridor of the castle.

What exactly is the test? Think of a way to leave from here? But what test can this play?

Anyway, as soon as they woke up they found themselves locked in this rather small room. There are no doors or windows here, the wooden walls on all sides cannot be broken at all, and there are so few clues.

Seriously, they are almost desperate.

"I think, let's not talk about finding a way to leave, even starving to death is a problem here." Ron moaned weakly, "Harry, what do you think?"

"Don't say frustrating words!" Harry said unwillingly, "Whether it is to fill our stomachs or to pass the test, we can't give up!"

"Well, I mean it's just that."

Ron shook his head, then got up again and began to check around the wall.

It's just that this room is really such a big space. The two of them have already checked every inch of it carefully. Except for the magical wooden wall that can't even be destroyed by spells, where is there anything suspicious?

"...Although we don’t know exactly where this is, we must still be at Hogwarts." Harry said, picking at the nail on the plank, "I’m thinking, we still have to guess this first. Where is it? I'm afraid this is our only clue."

"Who knows?" Ron sighed, "There are too many rooms in the castle, not all of them are shown on your live spot map, how can you guess?"

"Yeah!" Harry thought for a while, and couldn't help being a little discouraged. "If you knew that there was still such a test, even if you didn't call Hermione, you would have to get the live spot map from her first. With that, even if we can't see where we are, we can at least see the actions of other people in the castle."

"Hmm..." Ron groaned for a while, and then he was not sure about it, "Harry, I still think we will be in the responsive room."

"Then we should be able to conjure something." Harry knocked on the wall, and the back was completely solid. "But haven't we tried all of them? Even if we say our wishes, we still do everything. It didn't happen!"

Ron nodded, then gave a listless kick to the wall.

"Anyway, hurry up..." Although he has always been a little weak, he never really gave up in his heart.

"Hmm." Harry also nodded.

……

Almost the moment Harry nodded, there was finally a fight in the vestibule outside the castle. It is indeed a "fighting sound", not a confrontation of magic and magic, without colorful effects, but a real short-handed encounter.

The stone knights guarding Hogwarts fought with the Dark Dead!

The black dead who were surrounded by black energy were originally wizards, but under the erosion of the Bewitching Monument, they have all lost the ability to use magic.

The magic of all of them was forcibly transformed into that strand of black energy. And what follows is the incomparable physical strength and defense.

On the other hand, under the influence of some ancient magic, the Stone Statue Knights temporarily gained the ability to move independently. Like a puppet, he waved the stone knight's sword in his hand slightly stiffly, and slashed forward one after another.

In fact, this time it was the part of the Dark Dead closer to the castle who was forced to start fighting back.

Originally, Voldemort didn't want to go to war, but once the stone statues are activated, there is no possibility of stopping. They have only two tasks, that is, expelling foreign enemies and guarding the castle; and they are given only two behaviors, that is, defending with shields and attacking with swords.

In terms of personal quality, the Black Death is far superior to these stone knights-both attack and defense power are much higher than these "fragile" stone knights.

It's just these stone statues who only know how to lift a shield and swing a sword, but they just make it difficult for the black deaths who are full of "counterattack", "offensive" and "kill all" to display their brute force. Come.

Because these stone knights are more "strand" than the Black Death, and they are not as good at flying as the Black Death, but they have a uniform pace and a square formation that will never be chaotic.

The number of knights of stone statues is quite astonishing, it is only a lot more than that of the Black Death, even if there are still a lot of them before they can be released.

For these stone statues with a little clumsy action, it is not difficult for any wizard with a little brain to deal with them, and it is only a matter of time and magical power to destroy them.

But it is the dull black dead who are facing them right now.

From just now, every attack of the Black Death will smash several stone knights, but at the same time, there will be at least eight or nine stone swords hitting the Black Death at the same time. The defensive power of these stone knights is far from being able to compete with the Dark Dead, but they are not trivial in terms of attack power.

In ancient times, the stone knights were originally used to defend against invading giants. In the face of the terrifying power of the giant, it doesn't make sense to give these stone statues more defense. Only enough number and attack power can stop the giant from moving forward.

You know, where is the defense of the giants worse than the current Dark Dead?

While Maca stared at Voldemort, the stone knights, which was originally only intended to be used to contain him, did a wonderful job. Just listen to the sound of the stone sword smashing and the broken stone statues, and the mess became a piece of chaos.

Because Maca turned his back to the place of battle, he couldn't tell exactly how far the battle was going. He felt a chaotic wave of magical power.

But he didn't know, but Voldemort did.

As far as the number is concerned, the number of Black Deaths who launch counterattacks on their own is definitely much less, but their strength is much higher than that of the Stone Statue Knights after all. Even if the battle situation is stalemate, and even the Black Death party has begun to suffer losses, but in the end it is no problem to clean up the stone statues.

However, where is Voldemort willing to waste every precious Black Death in such a place? He wanted to use the secret method ~IndoMTL.com~ to forcefully call back the part of the Dark Dead who automatically launched a counterattack, but he couldn't move.

At this moment, Maca's staff has glowed, and the rule rune on the top of the staff is also looming. Voldemort had no doubt that if he moved casually, an icy blue beam of light would swiftly swept towards him.

He doesn't want to go to war yet, at least not yet!

If the servant loses some, lose some! In order to be able to succeed in one fell swoop today, the necessary sacrifices were also worth it-he had endured it so many times, and he didn't care if he would endure it again now.

Just because the Stone Statue Knights fought with the Dark Dead, the hypocritical conversation between the two of them stopped abruptly. Both sides understand that today they have trump cards in their hands, which is already a tacit fact. If you continue to talk hypocritically, there will be no meaning at all.

The air has become even colder.

In the noisy chaos of war, Maca and Voldemort both moved one after another. They both glanced southward from the corner of their eyes.

It was this look that made Maca's eyes flash a sharp look.

"Luck--"

Maca suddenly yelled, enclosing the magic power of the sound reinforcement spell. For a time, the invisible sound wave spread out quickly, and even the violent storm and snow couldn't be reduced, and in a blink of an eye it spread all over Hogwarts.

At the same time that the shout rang, the staff in his hand suddenly fell into the snow. In an instant, a few faint blue fluorescent lights began to light up from the point where the staff stopped, and they quickly wandered through the snow on the ground, and quickly spread to the distance.

While Voldemort's face changed drastically, he suddenly transformed into a black flame, and he retreated into the air behind him without hesitation. Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.