I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 429 In the Illusion

The two motionless bodies seemed as if the fire of life had been extinguished.

But even so, it still aroused the disgust of others.

"How touching." Voldemort mocked.

"But - you can go and die."

His face turned cold instantly, he raised his wand, and a life-threatening light shot out.

"Avada Kedavra--"

The scythe of death was raised high, and the invisible blade had been chosen on the two wizards.

And at the moment he swung the knife.

An intense white light lit up.

Then a voice full of anger sounded.

"Sanchez Force Field."

Magic like petals appeared out of thin air.

Death was deflected in an instant and headed elsewhere.

"Who!" Voldemort roared.

Staring fiercely at the gravel in the distance.

"boom!!!"

The stones seemed to be lifted up by someone, and they were flying toward Voldemort like meteors falling to the ground.

He angrily turned his wand into a long sword and violently split the stones that could not do any harm to him.

"It's you!"

Finally he saw the person clearly.

The man standing on a rock with his left hand holding the neck of a certain unlucky Death Eater, wearing a black windbreaker and with stern eyes, was looking at him.

"Kill like this, Tom!" Grindelwald said arrogantly.

Then use your left hand slightly.

Just listen to a 'click' sound.

He actually broke the unfortunate Death Eater's neck.

Then, the body like a dead dog was thrown aside by Grindelwald.

Just now - the obelisk suddenly collapsed, burying him in the rubble. This took some time, but he finally caught up.

"Humph——" Voldemort's face trembled, which was a sign of extreme anger.

The next moment he was waving his wand.

A ball of fierce fire emerged out of thin air.

In just an instant, it enveloped the entire island.

The cold sea breeze on Sunday had a milder temperature at this moment.

After gaining the power of an alien god, he became even more powerful.

The fierce fire spell he cast was like hot gold water splashing into the sky, terrifying - and crazy.

Grindelwald also used fire as a defense.

The blue and white fire dragon flew close to the ground, wrapping him and the two little wizards whose bodies were getting colder.

Protect each other together.

Compared to Voldemort's powerful fire, Grindelwald's fire shield was much weaker in terms of range and power.

Coupled with the golden sword rain falling from the sky.

After just one encounter, he fell into a disadvantage.

Voldemort fired another deadly spell while using the snake-shaped fire.

But the spell missed the mark.

Hit the stone on the side.

Grindelwald waved his wand lightly.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of whether it was Li Huo or his Fire Release appeared - because at that moment, the flame disappeared.

Voldemort immediately conjured a silver shield from the thin air to resist.

But the magic spell did not fully act on the shield. After a low sound like a gong sounded, part of the spell attacked his body.

A corner of Voldemort's cheek was cut off like a knife or an ax.

A very inconspicuous corner.

In just two or three breaths, the wound healed.

But Voldemort felt an unprecedented shame.

"Is this your magic? Do you want to kill me with this?" Voldemort shouted crazily. His ferocious face did not match the golden glow emanating from his body at all. At this moment, he looked like some kind of beast or something. Evil god.

"Kill you?" Grindelwald smiled arrogantly.

"You think too highly of yourself."

"The only opponents for a guy like you are the little wizards around me."

He walked leisurely and elegantly, and his body outline outlined a unique style.

"Haha——" Voldemort let out a burst of terrifying laughter.

Then he raised his wand.

The magic ring high in the sky is falling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At a critical point, it stopped.

Then the golden light shines brightly.

At some point, a small magic ring appeared under Grindelwald's feet.

He immediately took evasive action.

But the magic ring seemed to be stuck to him, and no matter how hard he tried to dodge, he couldn't escape.

Faced with such an attack, the gorgeous force field flowers bloomed again, and deflection was the most effective defense.

This magic is originally a ring magic used to deal with foreign gods.

Many years ago, when he faced the partial essence of the gods in other obelisks alone, he was tricked. Later, when he was hunting with Owen as a child, he accidentally mentioned that he wanted to develop a fully capable person. The curse to defend against all magic was listened to by the child.

Within a few days, he had a wonderful idea.

It took Grindelwald a long time to invent the current force field magic from the Infinite Stretch Spell and the Apparition Spell.

And this magic did realize his idea - to defend against all spells.

As expected, Huanghuang Gaotian's sharp sword was deflected, and there was no trace of emotion on Grindelwald's face.

This book is used to restrain it. It has such an effect, which is very reasonable.

However, the magic power required to deflect the gods' magic is huge. If he cannot persist in this process, the infinitely extending space will immediately collapse, and he will also be swallowed up by the chaotic space. In this case, the wizard will be instantly Tear into pieces.

Not everyone is Owen. With the blessing of ancient magic, he can use this spell unscrupulously, but others cannot.

but now.

Voldemort seemed to have expected it.

The next rain of magic swords is already on its way.

With nowhere to hide, Grindelwald could only wave his staff again, and the blue petals appeared for the third time.

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A world of pure white.

Ron lay face down, listening to the silence.

He is completely alone. No one was looking at him, no one else was around.

He wasn't even sure he existed.

A long time passed - maybe there was no time at all. During this time, he was just aware of his existence, as if his thoughts had left his body and were just thoughts.

He is aware of his surroundings, but cannot see himself.

He tried to move his body. It was easy, and soon he felt his perspective shift.

<divclass="contentadv">I seem to exist in a certain mist.

But it is different from the fog of reality.

It's not that the surrounding scenery is shrouded in fog, but that the surrounding scenery seems to be composed of fog, but now they have not formed a specific scenery.