Chapter 199 Two Grangers?

Facing Dracula's question, the hooded figure did not respond, but slowly raised the wand that looked like an ordinary branch in his hand.

Dracula raised his wand with a smile on his lips.

The next moment, two magic spells of different colors, one black and one red, were cast at the same time and collided violently.

A violent gust of wind was centered on the place where the magic spell collided, and spread rapidly outwards, blowing the robe behind Dracula and the cloak of the hooded man loudly.

The two magic spells were in a stalemate for a moment, and the dark beam of light cast by Dracula gradually gained the upper hand, slowly pushing the opposite crimson beam of light towards the direction of the hooded man's wand.

"Are you nothing more than that?" Dracula chuckled, raising his left hand to cast another magic spell without a wand, defeating the enemy on the opposite side in one fell swoop.

However, the hooded man's next action was completely beyond his expectation!

The hooded man seemed to have expected that Dracula would use his left hand to add a spell. Before Dracula raised his hand, he swung the wand violently, deflecting the two stalemate spells from their original direction and throwing them towards his body. side.

Like a prophet, the curse thrown to the side happened to coincide with the magic cast by Dracula's left hand, interfering with the operation of the curse, allowing him to narrowly escape the message. Ben Lei's offensive.

However, in Dracula's view, the hooded man's avoidance may not be called dangerous, but it should be said that there is no unnecessary movement... An attack that can be avoided by taking half a step does not need to take a complete step. step!

The hooded man's next actions confirmed Dracula's suspicion.

After escaping the curse, without any pause, the hooded man keenly took advantage of the almost undetectable gap between Dracula's two attacks to instantly change his body and appear in Germany. Behind Gula.

Although Dracula was a little surprised, he reacted quickly and put up a barrier behind his back that could temporarily interfere with the transmission of magic power.

No matter what kind of magic it is, it will be affected by this barrier and completely deviate from its original route.

However, the hooded man was once again unpredictable and did not use any magic. Instead, he raised his left hand and punched Dracula.

There was a hint of surprise in Dracula's eyes, and then he sneered, lightly raising a palm to meet the opposite fist.

It's really rare that there are still people in the magic world who would choose to compete with Lord Vampire Count for physical strength!

So is this a werewolf?

Dracula curiously glanced at the figure wrapped in a cloak. He felt that although he was not thin, he was still far from the werewolf's exaggerated physique.

What's more, it's not a full moon night, so the werewolf's physical abilities cannot be used at all.

He was no longer distracted and prepared to grab his opponent's fist and capture him directly. Just take off his hood and everything will come to light.

The slender white palm collided with the fist covered with thick gloves. The slender fingers were slightly bent and clasped towards the fist wrapped in the glove.

However, the next moment, an incredible look appeared in Dracula's eyes.

A powerful force that was not inferior to his came from the opponent's fist, and with such overwhelming momentum, Dracula, who had completely despised the enemy, was pushed back several steps before he stopped.

"Who are you?"

The curiosity in Dracula's eyes was completely aroused, and he looked scorchingly at the hooded man opposite, as if a scorching flame was burning in his wine-red eyes.

The hooded man still didn't say a word, but kicked out a whip and pushed forward relentlessly.

"Don't you want to say yes?" Dracula sneered and said casually, "It doesn't matter, I will personally reveal your true identity!"

While speaking, he also launched a whip kick, which suddenly collided with the hooded man's tibia, making a dull sound.

A powerful impact shook out from where the legs met, creating a large hemispherical crater on the wet and muddy shore of the Black Lake.

The lake water reacted for a long time, and it was not until the two left their previous positions that it poured back in, filling the big hole into a unique pond.

Dracula and the Hooded Man are still fighting.

The two of them had a tacit understanding without using any magic. They punched hard and turned a duel in the magic world into a free fighting competition. However, the damage caused was not inferior to the magic duels of top wizards, and even more damage was caused. Get over it!

For a long time, the two of them separated from the anxious close combat in tacit agreement, and both stood there breathlessly.

After Dracula completely gave up his desire to underestimate the enemy, the difference in strength and fighting skills between him and the hooded man were surprisingly similar. It was difficult for the two to tell the winner from fists and kicks in a short period of time.

But what puzzled Dracula the most was not the similarity in strength and skill between the two, but the fact that the hooded man always had a foresight method during the fighting process, using this to establish many weak advantages for himself.

If things go on like this and the fight continues with fists and kicks, Dracula has to admit that after a few days of this, the hooded man has a much greater chance of winning than he does!

"You really exceeded my expectations, my friend." Dracula calmed down the inexplicable emotions in his heart and laughed softly, "I haven't been so happy for a long time..."

Even at this point, the hooded man still had no intention of speaking. He just looked at Dracula quietly while calming down his slightly scattered breath.

"Still don't want to reveal your identity?" Dracula crossed his arms and said with a chuckle, "Okay, no matter who you are or what shameful problems you have... Next, I will find out your true identity. identity."

Then, the wings behind Dracula suddenly spread out and flapped gently.

The wings drove Dracula to fly in mid-air - the black wings swayed from time to time, and the black and red robes fluttered with the breeze in the air. Dracula crossed his arms and looked at the hooded man below, as if he was a god descending to earth. .

He snapped his fingers lightly.

The blood condensed behind him, like a stream of blood as smooth as satin flowing behind the wings, and turned into a bright red river, winding in a graceful arc behind the black wings.

Dracula's silver hair was fluttering in the wind, and his arms were stretched forward. And behind him is the golden light of dawn at the end of the black lake, which adds a mysterious aura to Dracula's face.

The bloody satin meandered along the direction traced by Dracula's slender fingers, gradually forming a bloody water prison and attacking towards the hooded figure.

The hooded man looked at this scene and shook his head slightly. There seemed to be a chuckle coming from under the hood, but he couldn't hear it clearly and couldn't distinguish his voice.

The next moment, the hooded man also waved his wand.

The water of the Black Lake seemed to be lifted up by a magical force, setting off a huge water curtain, pointing at the bloody water prison cast by Dracula in the distance, blending with it.

Transparent and clean water gradually appeared in the blood-colored satin. The water ball in the sky became larger and larger, becoming more and more vast. Blood and colorless flashed alternately. Until the water prison occupied half of the sky, it gradually stopped expanding. The trend began to shrink.

Shrinking does not mean that the energy of this water prison has become smaller, but it represents a concentrated magic power, in which the frightening energy is constantly fluctuating, even affecting the creatures under the surface of the Black Lake.

Several ferocious-looking mermaids emerged from the black lake, carrying steel forks and looking fierce.

They have iron-grey skin, shaggy hair, and incomplete teeth. They are like two different creatures from the mermaids in Muggle stories.

These mermaids became angry as soon as the first crimson blade of light was slashed towards Dracula's throat and then flew into the black lake.

They felt that their peaceful life under the Black Lake had been disrupted by the wizards on the lake, and they were all furious.

"Who is randomly casting spells on the Black Lake?" One of the toughest-looking mermaids shouted loudly as soon as he rushed out of the water. "Several of the Grindylows we raised were cut in half, and another The houses under the water were destroyed by that magic.”

"Those who cast spells randomly, stand up! The anger of our mermaid clan is not something you wizards can bear!"

At this moment, the mermaid with the toughest appearance suddenly felt his companion pulling on his sleeve.

"Don't drag me, I want these despicable wizards to feel the anger of the mermaid family!" The sturdy mermaid didn't notice the problem at all and shouted loudly, "Hogwarts has long signed with us the ownership of the Black Lake. Treaty, we are protecting our rights and interests normally!"

As he spoke, he finally looked up at the sky.

He saw a water prison that occupied half of the sky, flashing alternately between blood and colorless colors, and the powerful aura contained within was frightening.

On both sides of the water prison, a silver-haired man in black and red robes and a man covered in a red cloak and hood were suspended in mid-air. Both of them were controlling the water prison while looking at the black man with interest and malicious intent. Those mermaids on the lake.

The sturdy mermaid shuddered, as if it was not September, when summer is still very strong, but December and January, the coldest months of the year...

"Well... I suddenly feel that there aren't that many things to be angry about." The sturdy mermaid immediately changed her mind, "I want to know which wizard cast the spell, which added some new vitality and motivation to the silent black lake! I Thank him!"

Other mermaids: "..."

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Dracula and the hooded man ignored the clowns who suddenly appeared, and quickly retracted their gaze, then compressed and snatched the water prison between them.

In the following time, the two of them walked back and forth by the black lake, with countless magic spells flying in the air.

Dracula didn't know what the hooded man was thinking, but he did enjoy it.

This can basically be said to be the most hearty duel Dracula has had in thousands of years.

Overall, the Hooded Man seems to be inferior to Dracula in terms of strength.

This is not because he is not strong enough, but because his wand seems to be too ordinary, and most of the magic he casts are very common and common, with average performance, and there are very few powerful magic with strong personal characteristics.

However, the hooded man seems to have the ability to predict the future, and can often predict Dracula's next move without warning, and provide very clever responses based on this.

In addition, his combat experience and reaction sensitivity are not inferior to Dracula, who has lived for more than a thousand years. I don't know how he did it.

A few hours later, the sun in the sky completely rose from behind the distant mountains, hanging high in the sky, casting a fiery red reflection on the surface of the Black Lake.

The sky was exceptionally clear and blue, and it was difficult to see a single cloud.

The bright sunshine made Dracula frown, and he unconsciously raised his hand to cover his forehead.

He was about to suggest that the duel should be changed somewhere, but the hooded man spoke for the first time since arriving at the shore of the Black Lake.

"My time is almost up," he said.

The hooded man's voice was unclear, and his voice was distorted by some unknown magic, making it impossible to hear its true timbre.

It took some effort for Dracula to barely recognize what he meant, and he looked up at him with some confusion.

"What does almost time mean?" he asked softly.

The hooded man didn't say another word and shook his head slightly.

Then, his body twisted and he apparated away from this place.

"Don't leave in a hurry, I haven't finished asking my questions yet." Dracula's face turned cold.

He raised his hand and pushed out an illusory handprint, and suddenly grabbed the place where the hooded man disappeared, trying to pull him back from the other end of the space.

However, the hooded man still discovered Dracula's interception method unexpectedly, just like in the battle.

At the last moment before he apparated away, a strong iron armor spell blocked the place where the space fluctuated, and also blocked Dracula's illusory handprint.

Dracula was unwilling to let him go, so he appeared in a flash at the place where the hooded man disappeared, summoning a dark moon, extending in the direction of the fluctuations in the space, leading directly to the place where the hooded man apparated. .

However, just when his dark moon passage was about to be established, the corresponding spatial coordinates changed, followed by strong interference.

Soon, Dracula completely lost the direction in which the hooded man left...

"... Disrupting the space, who is this person?" Dracula frowned, full of doubts, "Why is the anti-Apparition spell useless to him?"

He thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he took out an old piece of parchment from his pocket.

As long as a wizard uses Apparition within the scope of Hogwarts, even if it can circumvent the restrictions of the anti-Apparition spell, it will be recorded on the remaining traces of magic on the Hogwarts title deed.

Dracula carefully observed the magic traces on the land deed, looking at every part of the castle, trying to find even a trace of the hooded man.

However, before he could find any trace of the hooded man, he discovered another very interesting thing.

"Huh? Why are there two Grangers in the castle?"

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