Harry Potter's Bastard

The dragon down there is alive, and this kind of thing is just too bad.

And even worse - the Black Mist has already discovered Solim.

Due to the contents of the pit below, the black mist was not too close, but it was when the black mist spread and the power was not concentrated enough, and when the black mist returned to Filch's body again, he could make some threatening moves.

For example—

"How long will this stone last?" Solim held a bone spur in his hand, although he knew that it was not a threat to those black fogs, but he had a wand in his hand to resist a little.

"I don't know, it's probably more than ten seconds. Evans looked around anxiously, trying to find a suitable escape route.

Filch stood not far away at this time, and used the black mist that kept pouring out of his body to hit the rock where Solim was hiding, and under the black fog, the rock made a "clang" sound, and the corroded rock continued to flow to the ground as fluid, and as the size of the rock where Solim and the two were hiding became smaller and smaller, there was not much time left for them to make a decision.

"Let's go down. Solim immediately decided, "This stone is going to be finished." "

"Are you sure?" Evans and Solim got closer and closer, the stone behind them like a stone in the riverbed, splitting the raging black mist in two, at the cost of getting smaller and smaller.

"Are you sure you can break through these things?" Solim said, pointing to the pit, "at least he doesn't dare go there." "

"Of course he didn't dare to go over!

Evans was reluctant to take this risk, the black fog could barely cope with it, if the thing below woke up, it would be a dead end here where it could not apparition, and the key point was that once it went down, it would not be so easy to come up again.

"If we don't go down, we won't have a chance to go down!" Solim patted the stone behind him with his right hand, "You've been looking at it for a long time, how many suitable stones are there for us to hide?"

There were a lot of rocks underground, but few were large enough for them to hide, especially if they were close to the crater.

"Damn, if I die, you'll kill you!" Evans scolded, "but if we don't die in the end, you'll have to make it up to me!"

Gritting his teeth, Evans slid down the edge of the crater with Solim. The crater's walls, though steep, are not vertical, saving Evans a lot of trouble. Filch made a lot of noise, which didn't wake up the dragon below, which was a big reason why Evans agreed to go down.

Filch still hasn't come to his senses, still dominated by twisted negativity. Things are getting to this point, it's impossible to say that Solim doesn't regret it, he was the one who gave Filch the opportunity to become a wizard, he was the one who took the initiative to come down to find Filch, and he was the one who destroyed the wand when Filch was backwater, these three things, as long as there is one thing he Solim didn't participate in, it won't be like this.

Under the influence of Evans' Levitation Charm, Solim came to the bottom of the pit safely, and Evans was not so lucky, he made a disgraced face, his mana consumption was actually quite huge, and he had to take care of Solim and maintain the Levitation Charm with both purposes, although it was just a Levitation Charm, but it was still a big burden for him who was about to be exhausted.

"You weren't hurt, why did you act like you'd be exhausted?"

For Solim, who spoke coolly, Evans could only give him a roll of the eye.

"I just didn't have any external injuries, and mentally I'm probably worse than you. "

During Filch's first attack, both Evans and Solim unleashed their magic, and the result was the same under the erosion of the black mist, with both Solim's Patronus and Evans' barrier collapsing.

Solim's Patronus did not take it back, but was directly dispersed by the black mist, and the collapse of the condensed will and magic power would feed back to Solim and have an impact on his spirit, and Evans was even more miserable, his magic level was higher than the Patronus Spell, and the requirements were higher, and the impact on his spirit after being completely eroded by the black fog was greater, not to mention that he also cast it twice, although Evans didn't seem to have any injuries on his body, he was already mentally overwhelmed.

"It doesn't seem to be chasing down. Solim looked up for a long time, but there was no movement at all.

"Stay honest and wait for Dumbledore to come and get us. "Evans has his eyes closed, his whole head is buzzing now, his spirit is languishing, he needs to rest now.

"Don't be in a hurry to rest just yet. Solim touched his right hand and pulled out his box, "Help, I'm not in a good situation right now." "

As the box grew larger, it was difficult to rummage through something with Solim's current physical condition, and he suffered a heavy blow to his abdomen, which prevented him from using his core strength.

"On the third layer on the right below, and on the second on the left, there's a green potion, I can't remember the first row, but with your knowledge of potions, the muscle-building potion should be recognizable. "

After the severe physical injury, Solim had been struggling to speak, and if it weren't for the fact that the atmosphere was less tense, he would have shut up a long time ago, and after saying this, he opened his mouth and began to gasp for air.

"Muscle-building potion, I don't think it's going to work. Evans shook his head, but rummaged through the drawer of the box as Solim prompted.

"It's better than sitting down. Solim touched the ground with his right hand, and it looked a little wet, but it didn't feel any damp to the touch, but it was dry and warm.

"I'll help you?"

"Obviously, I don't have that at the moment. Solim gestured to the box, "There's a knife in the big drawer at the top. "

The erosion of the black mist was not what it seemed, it only eroded the skin and muscles, but along with the vitality in them, and now it was nothing more than a pile of dead flesh attached to the bones.

"Let's try my left hand first. Solim said, "I don't have much in stock of muscle-building potions. "

Evans didn't really have much chance to use the knife provided by Solim, because the muscles in Solim's left arm were completely dead at this point, and they were not so much attached to Solim's bones as they were "trapped" on the bones. With a flick of his hand, Evans ripped off the flesh that had completely lost his muscles.

"Oh my God, this is the first time I've been exposed to an injury like this. Evans disgustingly pinched the flesh that had been ripped off Solim's body, "It's barely elastic anymore, it's a little hard." "

Evans raised his head, looked at the "original owner" of these flesh and skin, and asked, "Why don't you pinch it too?"