Chapter 162 This way... you won't forget me...
At the moment before the protective shield was formed, there were still three small red drops flying towards Snape.
Fulla rushed forward without hesitation, hugged Snape tightly, and used her body to block those fatal attacks.
All the red drops hit her back and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Fla!" Snape hugged her, his voice full of despair and pain.
At this time, Fulla had fallen into his arms, with a painful smile on her face.
She looked at Snape lovingly and said in a weak voice, "This way... you won't forget me..."
Deeply buried memories once again impacted Snape's brain.
The figure of Lily Evans and the woman in his arms kept interweaving and overlapping before his eyes.
He hugged Fulla tightly, tears flowing uncontrollably.
"Fula." Snape's shrill voice echoed in the night sky.
When Hephis saw this scene, his eyes turned red, and he desperately mobilized all the magic power in his body.
The surrounding fire elements seemed to be attracted by his anger.
The fire elements that were originally invisible to the naked eye appeared one after another, flashing blazing light in the night sky.
The pitch-black wall of fire that Hephis transformed suddenly increased several times in size.
The red slime was tightly wrapped in an instant.
Astonishing energy erupted from the wall of fire, and red mist filled the air.
Hephaestus transformed into a Chinese dragon and soared into the sky.
He let out a deafening dragon roar towards the floating red mist.
A huge whirlwind formed in front of the dragon's mouth, sucking the red mist into it and flying high into the sky.
The dragon flew freely across the battlefield, and the metal giant was torn to pieces by his claws.
He swung his dragon's tail, and every swing was accompanied by a storm, and the wizards around him were either killed or crippled.
Hephis simply didn't have time to waste with these people.
Now that Fulla's life or death is unknown, he just wants to end this battle as soon as possible and save Fulla.
It's a pity that God didn't want it.
The more anxious Hephis became, the more people wanted to cause trouble for him.
Suddenly, a powerful magical wave came from around him.
Separate the space he is in from the original space.
Hephis's huge dragon body struggled hard against the seemingly fragile yet indestructible space barrier.
Apart from the pain in his body, the spatial barrier was as strong as steel and did not move at all.
Neither the hurricane nor the fierce fire could cause any damage to the space barrier.
Hephis began to move quickly in the enclosed space, trying to find a breakthrough.
But no matter which direction he flew, the space seemed to extend automatically.
Even though there were only thirty feet between him and Snape.
But no matter how he flew, he could not get close to them.
Hephis gradually calmed down, he turned into human form again, and dispersed his magic perception to the maximum extent.
Suddenly his face darkened and the flame in his hand shot towards a corner like a bullet.
The space in that corner seemed to come alive, moving quickly to avoid the fire attack.
"Clap, clap, clap!" A round of applause rang out, and an old man with a bald head and wrinkled face appeared out of nowhere.
He was wearing a ginger-colored monk's robe and looked at Hephaestus with a serious face.
"What a sharp little fellow! I didn't expect you to spot me so quickly." The man in monk robes nodded approvingly.
Hephis was relieved to see someone show up.
After all, there is no unsolvable magic. I guess as long as he defeats the person in front of him, he should be able to get out.
"It seems that you are the mastermind behind this incident." Hephis's face was cold.
"I really don't want to meet you under such circumstances, so I'd better..."
Before the monk-robed man could finish his words, he was interrupted by Hephis's action.
He was in no mood to listen to the monk's chatter.
He directly activated the gas stove magic, and the black flames rushed towards the old man like surging waves.
At the same time, the cloak behind him also carried him quickly towards the old man.
"It's very rude to interrupt others." The man in monk robes smiled faintly and slapped the ground with one hand.
The ground beneath his feet suddenly began to turn like gears, and he was suspended upside down in the air.
No matter how high the black flames rose or how they spread, they could not attack the man in monk robes.
Hephis also stopped in the air, looking at the man in monk robes in doubt.
The distance between him and the man in monk robes was estimated to be no more than ten meters.
But the strange thing was that he couldn't sense the shadow of the man in monk robes.
"Mirror dimension, a very good magic, isn't it?" The man in monk robes looked at Hephis with a smile on his face.
Hephis took a deep breath, feeling the subtle changes in the distortion of the surrounding space.
This is obviously a kind of advanced space magic that is difficult to crack.
"Who are you?" he asked tentatively.
"Can I finally introduce myself?" There was a hint of amusement in the monk's eyes.
"Aren't you tired of hanging upside down and looking at people like this?" Hephis twisted his neck unhappily.
"Indeed, a little bit." The man in monk robes stomped lightly on the ground.
The space under his feet rotated half a circle, and then he turned back.
He straightened his monk's robes and said, "My name is Swinton Tilda."
Hefeis frowned slightly when he heard the name. The last name Tilda was too unfamiliar to him.
"Why are you killing me?"
Tilda shook her head, a strange smile on her face.
"I'm not going to kill you. At least not yet."
"You won't kill me now? Why?" Hephis was a little confused.
"As for the reason..." Tilda drew out the tone, "When the time comes, you will naturally know."
"What about tonight?" Hephis asked puzzledly.
"Those people want to kill you, what does it have to do with me?"
Tilda pinched the tip of her little finger with her thumb and said, "I just helped a little bit."
Hephis asked anxiously: "Was the last slime magic your work? Where's the antidote?"
Tilda shook her head. "That's the Travers family's magic, not mine. I just helped to strengthen it a little."
Hephis was upset. Damn Travers.
The last time at the Ministry of Magic, I prevented him from accepting the inheritance and I haven't yet settled the score.
This time you actually dare to provoke him.
He finally realized the fact that revenge cannot be taken overnight.
"Since you don't intend to kill me now, please let me go."
Since he doesn't fight, the main reason is that he may not be able to win now.
Then go out quickly and see how Fulla is doing now.
"No." Tilda raised a weird smile.
Combined with his wrinkled old face, he looks as ugly as can be.
"Are you planning to keep me trapped here?" The flames around Hephis ignited again.
He just didn't believe that this turtle shell could trap him forever.
"That depends on your ability." Tilda's figure gradually disappeared into the air.
"I look forward to meeting you next time, Hephis."
