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Chapter 345 Stalemate and Injury

A black mist surrounded Sherlock.

The dozen or so Iron Armor Curses he had used in advance had been eroded by the black mist, leaving only a few thin ones, and because of the relatively large consumption in the previous chase battle.

Now Sherlock has already shown great difficulty facing Voldemort's offensive.

The higher the level of wizard battles, the more important the proportion and status of Transfiguration.

Spells are still the key to defeating the enemy, but of course the enemy will not stand stupidly and let your spell hit. The best way to restrict the enemy's actions is undoubtedly the application of Transfiguration.

Voldemort, who has amazing attainments in the dark arts, also knows this.

It's just that the enemies who confront him rarely let him use magic to this level, and for some reason, he is very resistant to the magic category of transformation.

But Sherlock broke his precept today.

Shenfengwuying, he must have seen this black magic invented by his most talented subordinate, Severus Snape.

Snape's Shadowless Blade is very powerful, but also has high limitations, but no matter what, it will definitely not be a 180-degree horizontal cut with no dead ends like what Sherlock is using now!

The moment Sherlock used this spell, he already felt that something was wrong. While using the transformation technique to create a wall in front of him to delay time, the whole person quickly lifted into the air, dangerously He narrowly avoided the invisible magic blade, but the hem of the robe was still cut off.

The magic attached to the sharp blade instantly tore the cut piece of cloth into countless pieces, which fell to the ground with the breeze brought by the black mist.

There was a black mist around him, and Voldemort, who was suspended in mid-air without any tools, looked gloomy.

Sherlock didn't cause any effective damage to him, but even if it was just like this, it still made him feel humiliated. He lightly tapped his wand in his hand and pointed it in the direction where Sherlock was. He didn't say any spells, just waved it like this with.

Yellow-red flames flowed down from the tip of his staff, falling to the ground like water, and then the flames turned into a python bigger than Nagini, spreading towards Sherlock's position.

The scorching heat, even if there was still a distance, seemed to be the temperature that could roast a person into a mummified corpse, so that Sherlock had already noticed the black magic used by Voldemort without seeing the terrifying flames.

Fiercefire Curse, one of the most evil and uncontrollable forms of black magic.

At the beginning of the semester, Sherlock used this spell to solve the crown that Fiddlesticks was wearing on his head.

After that, it was he and Professor McGonagall who worked together to solve the small, seemingly "insignificant" Fiendfire.

And now, Sherlock quickly saw the giant python transformed from Fierce Fire rushing towards him!
Without any intention of resisting, he turned around and quickly backed away. At the same time, he controlled the magic wand floating in mid-air and split dozens of them. They fell straight from the sky like sharp swords. The tip of the wand stuck into the ground, blocking Fiendfire. in front of.

"All curses end!"

A bright blue light lit up between the magic wands inserted on the ground, and at the moment Sherlock uttered the spell, a substance that was very similar to a flame, but which made people feel no sense of heat rose into the sky!

The blue flame formed a seemingly thin but extremely strong wall between Sherlock and the fire python, hindering Fiendfire's attack.

The fire python seemed to have an independent life and consciousness. It stared at Sherlock with its vertical eyes made of flames, and then slowly opened its mouth, revealing two sharp fangs!

"Oh!"

There was a fierce collision between the red and blue flames, and the contact between the two flames burst out like sparks that would only be produced when ironware is handed over!
The Fiercefire Curse was in a stalemate with the cracking curse, and Voldemort still did not stop attacking Sherlock.

"He's my man, Severus' spell, and so will I."

The cold voice sounded above Sherlock, followed by an emotionless incantation.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

An invisible huge sharp blade formed in mid-air, aiming at Sherlock's position, like a guillotine used in executions in the Middle Ages, falling from the sky, aiming at his neck.

From the moment Voldemort's spell was cast, Sherlock knew it was too late to hide.

The biggest advantage of Shenfeng Wuying is not its lethality, but its casting speed and concealment that other spells cannot match.

The time it takes for that shapeless magic blade to form from the time it is used by the caster to hit the target is even less than two-thirds of the Killing Curse.

Knowing that it was too late to hide now, Sherlock made the safest choice.

Except for the dozens of wands stuck on the ground that were entangled with Fiercefire, the remaining more than 100 wands all gathered above his body.

Using the Silent Transfiguration technique, hundreds of magic wands are connected together to form a huge chain net!
With no other transforming material in the air, Sherlock had no choice but to use his own wand.

The moment the magic blade and the chain net came into contact, there was a violent collision, and the stalemate lasted for less than two seconds before the iron net formed by the magic wand shattered!

Destroyed by external force, the deformed wand was forcibly released, and it was chopped into countless pieces of wood, which fell from the sky with a rustle.

With the loss of more than 50 wands destroyed, Sherlock did not successfully block Voldemort's sharp front without shadow, but bought enough time for himself to dodge.

He rolled sideways to the right, and just after rolling out less than a foot, the divine front that penetrated the iron net fell without a shadow!

Sherlock had avoided all the vital parts of his body, but his left arm still hadn't avoided the sharp corner of the sword, his sleeve was torn, and scarlet blood burst out from the wound on his arm!

He gritted his teeth, the sharp pain at that moment made his spirit stunned for a second, the magic wands floating in mid-air, and the breaking spell that was stalemate with the Fierce Fire Curse also trembled involuntarily for a moment, almost Out of his control.

The wound on the arm was of course nothing, but the most disgusting thing about the magic blade invented by Snape was the black magic attack after the wound was caused.

The sharp pain that seemed to go deep into the soul made Sherlock grin his teeth.

Fortunately, Shenfeng Wuying has a solution to the curse, which was recorded in the notebook Snape gave him back then.

He didn't control the magic wand, and directly used the means of controlling the magic wand to cast spells silently, and then used the anti-curse on his arm, but the wound would not heal temporarily.

(End of this chapter)