Chapter 300 Battle in the Hall of Death
The strength of the Black Death Apostle is related to the original magic power of the creature, so the strength of each Black Death Apostle is different. To say that Maca is dealing with these black dead disciples, the strongest is the big man who appeared at the beginning.
If Maca guessed correctly, this guy whose speed and strength surpassed the other Black Death by a large margin should be the werewolf Lainie wanted to meet—Fenrir Greyback.
As one of the magical creatures, werewolves have very different magic powers from those of wizards. But there is no doubt that, like other magical creatures, they also have a unique magical power in their bodies.
That is the source of their strength and the source of energy needed to transform.
And Fenrir Greyback, as the most notorious werewolf today, his magic power obviously far exceeds that of other companions.
But even so, when facing a wizard like Maca who has mastered the power of rules, his inadequacy soon became apparent.
wipe out.
After an indifferent growl, the opponent exploded with astonishing speed in an instant, and the black air all over his body pulled out a long tail in mid-air, and rushed straight towards Maca's front.
Maca waved his wand, and the extremely cold air spread out again. On the other hand, he stepped on the magic book and dodged to the side lightly, passing the opponent's impact with extremely quick reflexes.
The next moment, another blue light flashed on his wand, and a beam of light spewed out, quickly grazing towards the opponent's back.
Fenrir's sense is very keen, and this natural fighting instinct made him rise two feet suddenly, narrowly avoiding Maca's counterattack.
However, he didn't dodge completely.
White frost spread on his calf, the cooling effect continued to spread, and even the black air on his body seemed to fade a bit.
But Fenrir didn't seem to notice it, relying on the flying ability of the black dead, he kept moving at high speed to avoid the upward pursuit of the beam of light.
A few seconds later, the beam of light dissipated, and Fenrir retreated immediately.
The rest of the Black Death disciples still attacked Maca as if they were desperate for their lives. Although their attack could be said to be disorderly, their fearless and crazy posture made up for the shortcomings.
Fenrir apparently had an invisible cover.
He stayed in mid-air, his head lowered slightly covered by the black air, as if he was looking at the injury on his calf.
No, that's more than just calves.
Those pale and pale frosts are constantly eroding, and have spread to his thighs, and they are still climbing up.
give up.
Fenrir pointed to a knife and fell down suddenly.
Under the unusually strong force, a leg was severed by him almost at the root, but there was no blood oozing from the wound, only the churning black air was entwined.
The leg fell from mid-air, and the part that had been swallowed by white crashed into ice slag under the impact of the fall.
Immediately afterwards, Fenrir, who seemed to be unaware, suddenly raised his head and stared at Maca in front of him.
wipe out.
Before he finished speaking, he erupted at a slightly faster speed than before, almost turning into a black straight line across the air.
Well?
Maca frowned slightly, stepped aside again, drew an accurate half circle with the wand in his hand, and moved a few feet to the side by virtue of his impact.
But at this moment, an inexplicably powerful force suddenly appeared from the side of Maca. He was originally an ordinary Black Death Apostle, and an astonishing wave of magic power broke out in an instant.
Voldemort?
This timing was indeed extremely accurate, and it was the moment Maca used his strength to dodge.
However, a group of black flames exploded suddenly, turning into a group of black fireballs and hitting Maca's back with a mighty momentum, which contained extremely terrifying power.
Maca is in a state of concentration, but no matter how fast the reaction speed is, it is useless if the body cannot keep up.
He only had time to flick his wand back,
Ice-blue brilliance flowed from behind, transforming into a crystal clear shield.
But under the impact of the menacing black fireball, cracks appeared on the shield almost instantly, and then Maca was smashed to the ground under a huge impact force.
Voldemort doesn't even want face?
Only such a thought flashed in his mind, and the next moment, he was smashed into the stone steps on the ground without any tricks, stirring up countless stone chips and dust.
Heh heh heh, heh ha ha ha...McLean!
In mid-air, Voldemort, who was disguised as an ordinary black dead disciple, waved away the black energy all over his body, revealing his true face.
Taste the taste of death!
He obviously didn't intend to let go of this opportunity to pursue the victory. As soon as he spoke, he rushed towards the stone pit Maca smashed again, and a dense black flame ignited in his hand.
boom!
Voldemort condensed the black flame in his palm, and slapped it down with a particularly violent attitude in the midair near the stone pit. The black flame instantly turned into a flaming meteor, and suddenly landed in the center of the stone pit.
Then there was a violent explosion, and the black flames exploded with the stone pit as the center.
The terrifying power of this blow caused the entire hall to vibrate slightly, and even a cloud of dust fell from the ceiling.
First you, then Dumbledore... By the way, and that Lockhart! When I finish you off one by one, who else is my opponent in the British magic world?
Although the words in his mouth were wild, Voldemort's eyes were still staring at the dusty stone pit, and a ball of black flames condensed again in his palm.
He couldn't be careless about the kid in front of him.
quiet! Very quiet! As if Maca was really dead, there was no movement.
Not long after, the smoke and dust in the stone pit gradually settled, and Voldemort's expression suddenly became stiff.
In the deep pit full of stone chips, there was not even a single person!
how is this possible?
He squinted his eyes, and kept looking around inside and outside the stone pit, scanning every inch of space in this hall back and forth, but still found nothing.
come out!
Voldemort suddenly waved out the black flame in his hand, and it swept across the entire hall like a hurricane, and the sound of whistling was endless for a while.
But when those black flames swept through the arched door in the center of the hall, more than half of them disappeared immediately.
Voldemort looked at the seemingly ordinary arch with surprised eyes, the black curtain was still fluttering gently without any damage.
At this moment, an icy blue beam of light burst from the right rear of Voldemort, and the icy cold air made a layer of snow-white frost form where it passed.
Voldemort's face tightened suddenly, and a layer of black air rose all over his body, and he flew up suddenly. But before he could fly high, he was hit by the beam of light that was lifted up by the trend.
The black air around him immediately dissipated a lot, and his whole body was hit against the wall by the impact.
It was at this moment that the wall he hit suddenly turned into a giant hand, which held Voldemort's body tightly and swung it half a circle, and then threw him viciously towards the arch.
The giant hand made of black rock was very powerful. With just such a flick, Voldemort flew towards the black curtain on the arch at an extremely fast speed.
And 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 short, but Voldemort, who reacted in time, decisively turned into a puff of black air, and dissipated the moment he was about to touch the forbidden object.
At the other end of the hall, Maca stood hunched among the ruins of stones and dust, holding on to the dilapidated stone steps with one hand, while still holding his wand steadily with the other hand, without the slightest tremor.
He shook his head regretfully, and then his wand glowed again, pointing at Fenrir Greyback, the last Black Death abandoned by Voldemort.
At the same time, Fenrir, who didn't make any movement at first, tilted his head slightly, and then, as if he had received some order, he jumped into a black flame and flew towards the door of the hall.
With a wave of Maca's hand, the icy blue beam of light shot out again, hitting his back before it rushed out of the hall.
The duration of the beam of light this time was particularly short, almost flickering for a while, and then dissipated immediately.
After all, Maca's magic power was a bit insufficient, and he was already very close to the limit right now, so he needed to save some power in case of accidents.
Although Fenrir tried to avoid it, he couldn't dodge this time. The black energy on his body dissipated immediately, and his whole body was frozen.
Ahem...
Maca coughed violently twice, and then took a deep breath, trying to endure the discomfort in her body. Then he took out a bottle of potion from his waist, uncorked the bottle and gulped it down.
After taking a breath, he glanced at the arched door one last time, then walked slowly towards the hall door without saying a word.
...
Ding dong ding dong—
In Black's old house, as the doorbell jingled, Sirius' mother let out another ear-piercing scream.
Who is ringing the doorbell? Sirius' anger was ignited again, How many times have I told them? How many times!
Sirius, who was finishing the report with Lupine in the reception room, suddenly stood up and walked towards the hall angrily.
Who is here this time? Ron asked curiously, Isn't there no one coming at this time every day? Everyone has their own business...
We just need to be ourselves, don't worry about it! Hermione glared at Ron and said, Hurry up and memorize the notes I lent you—since 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' annoyed voice came faintly from the hall, I haven't seen you ring the doorbell before, are you looking for fault?
