Chapter 877 Mysterious Black Shadow

It was just after three in the morning.

Vincent was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by the magic communicator on his wrist.

The vibration frequency is so strong, something must have happened.

He suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes quickly scanning the automatically projected light screen.

The traitor in the Ministry of Magic has finally revealed himself. The scent of dark magic has been detected in the gymnasium, and it can be basically confirmed that it is in Area F in the staff lounge.

I thought I had to wait patiently for a few more days, but I didn't expect that the other party was even less patient than me.

Vincent picked up the caduceus and a black coat, and put the coat on over his pajamas as he ran out of the room in his slippers.

There were still quite a few fans celebrating in the camp, but overall it was quite quiet.

He activated the amplification magic of Flamel's ring, cast an Invisibility Charm, and ran straight towards the gymnasium.

The drunken fans didn't notice him at all, they just felt a breeze blowing in front of them.

After he ran out of the camp, he jumped and grabbed the outer wall of the gymnasium with one hand, then flipped over and slipped in in a few seconds.

There were a few spots of light in the huge auditorium. They should be the special team of the Ministry of Magic that patrolled at night.

Vincent took a quick glance and fixed his eyes on one of the entrances to the passages.

Fortunately, there was no one nearby, so he ran over quietly.

Gently opening the door, there was indeed a subtle scent of black magic inside.

Area F, which is the staff lounge, is behind the door at the end of the corridor. The closer you get to it, the stronger the smell becomes.

Vincent suddenly sped up and stared at the gate in the distance.

Suddenly, he took a big step forward, his heels pressed firmly against the ground, and leaned back to shift his center of gravity, stopping urgently in front of an imperceptible magic barrier.

The aura of black magic was emanating from inside. It seemed that the other party was quite cautious.

If you want to get in, you have to pass through the barrier, and if you pass through the barrier you will be discovered.

And there should be more than one layer inside. By the time we crack it, the person would have run away.

After a brief thought, Vincent raised the double snake staff in his hand and gently placed it in front of the barrier.

"All curses end!"

The powerful spell shattered the barrier in an instant.

The complete spell, amplified by the twin snake staffs, was unstoppable and shattered layer after layer of barriers.

Finally, Vincent saw the reality hidden behind the barrier.

There were three mysterious dark figures standing in front of the gate, and a figure lying on the ground.

"who is it?"

Three revealing spells struck the defensive barrier instantly created by Flamel's ring.

Vincent quickly pointed the double snake staff that had transformed into a long-barreled pistol at them, "It's your father!"

Two orange-red beams entangled with each other blasted over, and the powerful impact caused a lot of wall dust to fall from the passage.

Three dark figures worked together to block the attack, and one of them turned to look at the other short man.

"Take him away now, we will find a way to get out."

The short black figure picked up Bagman and ran towards the staff lounge behind the door without looking back.

"Want to leave?" Vincent's fingertips touched the snakewood trigger again, shooting out a thicker orange-red beam of light.

Two dark shadows, one above and one below, raised their wands and deflected the beams of light to the ceiling above their heads.

With a "boom", a beam of light shot out from the audience seats above, leaving a long orange-red trail in the dark night sky.

Vincent narrowed his eyes immediately.

This time, we are in trouble. The patrolling special team members have been alerted, and the traitors may be able to escape in the chaos.

We must fight quickly and end the battle before the special team arrives.

He clenched his fingertips tightly on the snakewood trigger and blasted out powerful magic one after another.

The two black shadows were instantly submerged in the violent attack, and the occasional deviated light beams caused the entire passage to shake.

"It's my turn!" Along with a cold voice, a slender white lightning split the beam and shattered the defensive barrier in front of Vincent.

The shadow's spell carries a strong scent of dark magic. If it were an ordinary wizard, he would probably have completely lost consciousness.

But they met Vincent, a natural master of Occlumency who was not affected by the dark arts.

The rubble that fell from the ceiling slowly froze in mid-air, and the cracks that were spreading on the wall also stopped.

Vincent threw back the white lightning imprisoned in the double snake staff with force.

"Damn it!" A black shadow quickly inserted the tip of the staff into the ground, and another black shadow quickly summoned a silver shield.

The speed of the lightning became slower and slower, as if it was solidifying like the surrounding area, and finally stopped in front of the silver shield.

However, the next second, the stone hanging above the black shadow's head fell down, and the cracks in the wall spread outward again.

If you don't remove the magic that imprisons lightning, you will be buried alive by the collapsed passage, but if you remove it, you will suffer the consequences.

Vincent's idea was a good one, but the shadow hid next to the wall that was already full of cracks, allowing the white lightning to strike directly towards the employee lounge area.

A sudden attack would certainly cause casualties, but now was not the time to be thinking about that.

The shadow's ruthless behavior of only caring about himself and not caring about others made Vincent subconsciously hold the long-barreled pistol tightly in his hand.

His cold eyes swept over the dark figure who was pointing his wand at the broken wall. "Don't leave so quickly. I still have something to discuss with you."

The broken wall was restored by the transformation he performed. The two dark shadows looked at each other and looked at the hole above their heads that led directly to the audience seats.

Vincent restored the hole with a wave of his hand and rushed towards them quickly, ignoring the rocks falling from the ceiling.

The spells shot continuously by the black shadow were counteracted one by one by his Ten Thousand Spells. Even the stones controlled by Ten Thousand Bullets all hit the defensive barrier of Flamel's ring.

In just a few breaths, Vincent was in front of them.

He gently touched Flamel's ring, pulled out a plain metal bat, and hit the shadow in front of him with force.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then controlled the summoned silver shield to block his head.

With a "clang", the shield was intact.

The shadow seemed to be mocking Vincent as it slowly raised the wand in its hand.

"Look out!" his companion shouted.

The metal bat seemed to melt, pouring onto the silver shield in a particularly strange way.

The black shadow hiding behind the shield felt that it was becoming increasingly out of control, probably because of the interference from the flowing liquid metal.

Alchemists always have some strange little gadgets on them, let alone Vincent who dares to face them alone.

"Bang——" The silver shield quickly lost control and smashed to the ground.

At the same time, an evil aura mixed with anger gradually grew stronger.

Vincent stepped back cautiously.

"Evil Thought Thunder!"

White lightning, far more terrifying than before, suddenly struck him.

In the dazzling light, the defensive barrier created by Flamel's ring was shattered layer by layer.

Even if you are not affected by black magic, you will still get hurt.

But when the strong light was about to disappear, the black shadow that had just released the white lightning suddenly felt as if his chest was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

The black shadow flew backwards and crashed into his companion, his eyes full of disbelief under the metal skull mask.

That was not a heavy hammer at all, but Vincent who was resisting a bolt of black magic lightning.

His right arm was torn to pieces, with several small pieces of the magic communicator stuck on it.

But the expression on his face was as grim as before, "That's it?"

He looked down at his injured arm and cast a healing spell.

The two shadows hurriedly stood up, raised their wands and mobilized the negative emotions again.

Vincent shook his slowly healing arm to get rid of the small splinters stuck in it, "Was it Peter Pettigrew who ran away just now?"

The shadow's hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

Sure enough it was them.

Dark wizards in the British wizarding world are generally very law-abiding and will not use dark magic recklessly in public, let alone in the territory of the Ministry of Magic.

The only ones who dare to be so bold are those crazy Death Eaters.

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