Chapter 1419: ?death

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Professor Flitwick’s strength was beyond Rudolph’s expectation. He did not expect that the professor of the curse class who was the champion of the duel wizard contest in his memory seemed to have improved more now. He realized that let alone those accomplices have become flesh. Block, even if they are prepared, they are not the opponent of Professor Flitwick in front of him.

Moreover, realizing that time is limited, this kind of noise would cause other wizards and even Harris... Rudolphs looked frantically at the big wooden barrel dumped on the ground, and wanted to use a lighted candle in it to ignite the Greek fire. , So that the short period of time when the candle is burning can give them time to escape, but now that the candle can’t be regained...

"Then you don't need candles..." Rudolphs decisively stretched out his wand and pointed it at the barrel as soon as he finished thinking about it. Not caring about his own life at all, the fierce fire from the tip of Rudolph's staff sprayed out, trying to directly ignite the Greek fire in the wooden barrel. The light of the fire was reflected in his wide pupils, dangerous and crazy.

A little bit of flame began to form a fire snake in the air and began to grow bigger. It quickly leaped towards the barrel, but when the flame was about to touch the barrel, it seemed to hit an invisible barrier, and the flame was alive and encased in ice. Inside, fell to the ground and became torn apart.

Rudolphs seemed to be a little embarrassed into anger. After setting off the fire several times, Flitwick used a special anti-curse to dispel the flames. He simply flew towards the barrel regardless of the distance, wanting desperately through the distance. He directly ignited the Greek fire in it, but his body was still in the air, so he stiffened and flew farther, fell heavily to the ground, and was bound by the rope formed by his clothes-fainted and all petrified. Spell-like spells are of little use to undead creatures, so Flitwick adopted this more physical approach.

"Mr. Lestrange... please give up... eh?" Professor Flitwick was tight, feeling the blood all over his body being squeezed, and even a little dizzy in his brain.

"Hello, Mr. Half-Blood Fairy, the energy displayed by this little thing like you makes me experience." It sounded as if something was choking in the throat, hoarse, depressed and slow, as if it could shock the creatures who could not distinguish between men and women.

Professor Flitwick looked at the old man who appeared suddenly, his facial features were like a combative ram, but he showed a calm and indifferent expression, unlike other old clothes on his body, he wore A much newer and gleaming black cloak, with a cobra-shaped cane in his hand, a wide silver ring on his finger, and the expression on the pale, abnormally white skin is daunting. Strong coercion radiated from the opponent's body.

Flitwick also suddenly realized that the other party had been in this room all the time, only now that he discovered it.

"Sorry my god, we are useless, we didn't complete the task you explained..." Rudolphs knelt on the ground, his voice trembling slightly, "but there is still more time...as long as you take action."

"Mr. Lestrange, this has no effect. The people in the Harris box you want to burn are just the clones of Harris. Their bodies are being protected by the evil **** on the floating city... so they can't be blown up here. It doesn’t really matter whether it’s fried, burned or not. You can do it after the things on my side are finished.” The old man said calmly, and the unforgettable big yellow eyes on the light skin were fixed on Professor Flitwick. "Speaking of which...some time ago, I sat at home very well... and finally received a gift from Mr. Harris... The etiquette is to have a relationship, so I decided to give him a gift with Greek fire... But I am That's why I let you take the risk to wander around in the audience just now. It is precisely because this half-blood fairy mister is my real goal."

"My **** is wise." Although Rudolphs kneeling on the ground has become an undead creature, he should have become numb after losing his endocrine, but this transition time is still very short after all, and he has no habits and memories when he is alive. Fading, he cursed hatefully, "Harris is too cunning."

"Then, Mr. Half-Blood Fairy... I know you have a lot of questions, so let me answer you first." The old man's tone was calm and calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"You are the **** of death!" Professor Flitwick only felt that he was completely cold, squeezed the magic wand in his hand, and plucked up the courage to ask, "You actually tried to light a Greek fire. It seems that Alan is right. , You should be defeated! With Alan, your evil deeds will not succeed."

Dean Ravenclaw’s chest seemed to be filled with flames, and his heart was anxious: now he is facing a god, and he cannot stop it by himself. It’s just that he is a little strange that Allen’s prophetic magic has improved recently. I have not found such a major incident that was directed at Harris...

"Oh, it's a pity, Mr. Half-Blood Fairy, Gods cannot be predicted by each other... It's like the gifts that Mr. Harris and Ms. Ravenclaw gave me in Raccoon City. I was very surprised. I aimed at you. As a god’s action, they can see your other information that has nothing to do with me, but today’s case is not in this case..." The crutch in the Grim Reaper’s hand lightly tapped on the ground, and even moved his shoulders humanely. "Now the native Greek fires in my hometown are brought in by me personally one by one, Mr. Harris and they naturally can't see these..." Death stopped for a moment, his expression on his face was even a little sincere, "In addition, actually Mr. Upper Harris, they violated the laws of nature... Their evil is beyond your imagination. The gift to me from Raccoon City is nothing, but hundreds of thousands of mortals have their souls absorbed by Ms. Ravenclaw. This is what really makes I have to speed up and do some movements..."

"The wise Ravenclaw wouldn't do such a thing! Don't want to confuse me, I don't believe your nonsense." Professor Flitwick said sharply, but the tone was unambiguous, and the purity was basically the same. Allen is 100% different. He was almost assigned to Professor Gryffindor Flitwick by the sorting cap and he was not lacking in courage.

Under this kind of supernatural power suppression, Flitwick, who was not in the underworld, performed much better than Allen was behind the curtain. The tip of the wand in his hand with no sign issued a blue lightning and he quickly bounced and flew towards. The opponent, and then people began to turn into a black mist and wanted to escape from here-but when this fast-flying lightning curse hit the cloak on the opponent's body, the cloak rippled like water ripples to bounce the curse. He went back quickly, and even more quickly returned hitting Flitwick, who was still half-aerosolized.

Just like that, Death didn’t make any moves. Flitwick, who had an absolute advantage in the face of Lestrange just now, was electrically interrupted by his own spell, even though the failed Apparition only allowed him. His left shoulder to his arm were torn apart, but he didn’t know whether he was lucky or bad. After his own lightning magic hit him, although the energy in it twitched him electrically, it also made his arm’s The wound was burned to form a little protective film so that he would not lose too much blood.

"Oh, Mr. Half-Blood Fairy, I'm sorry, your students and your heirs took a few things from me, and I have to put in a lot of effort to make a new cloak so that I can show them at that time. This is not what you mortals should do. Touched..." The **** of death was not angry at Professor Flitwick's disrespectful words. He stared at the convulsing opponent, "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, I just tell you a fact."

Although Professor Flitwick lost control of his body due to his own lightning, his mind was still very clear. He would not believe this guy who would want to use Greek fire to burn the entire duel field, even if the opponent is a god, he Now I have given up running away, but I am a little upset that I should use the omniscient mark to notify Allen as soon as I lose the ability to move.

"If you understand the nature of life and the destiny of death, death is a state without reason, emotion, and senses. It is non-existent, a pure state. Real death, the life that all people are experiencing is a shadow, It doesn't really exist." The old man handed the crutch in his hand to the other side, "It doesn't matter if your life is positive, pure and joyful, or full of silence, sluggishness, pain, and a life of sorrow." The tone is a little serious, "Most of my circumstances will not hinder the lives of mortals. Anyway, you will return to the embrace of death sooner or later, towards your true home. You are different from Mr. Harris and Ms. Ravenclaw and do not need my guidance. …. So I speed up the progress of you mortals. This is not a personal grievance, and I don’t think I am doing something wrong."

Although Flitwick could not figure out why the other party kept explaining to him ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but this did not prevent him from using this to regain his actions. As a smart person, he was somewhat aware that the other party's brain seemed a little abnormal and had With a self-destructive tendency, he immediately focused on the message that Ravenclaw was also a true **** in his mind, and why he himself was not in that "pure" state to refute the words of the **** of death, in order to gain more time.

"Clever little guy, you know that I know your plan will answer your questions, although you don't know why." Death seems to be saying a trivial thing, "This is an area you haven't touched. But I’m still willing to tell you that the islands that the corpses of the gods in the star realm turned into show the authenticity of death. This is also my final attribution. My current state is just to correct such mistakes..." Wei approached three steps and squatted down on his crutches. "Mr. Alan Harris’s female companions and Harris are very well protected by Ms. Ravenclaw, and her eyes always pay close attention to them. , My clone has no chance to take their lives... As for why I will explain so much to you, it’s because of the innocent you. For Mr. Harris, for those mortals who are not protected, You are the most important one...Although I don't think he is willing to go into the curtain for you to see my body, and I don't think she follows him into the curtain, but I still have to do something to maintain my work, right? "