Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 358 [Emperor]

"Fire Curse?!"

Outside the venue, many professors had expressions of deep disgust in their eyes. The danger and uncontrollability of this spell was detested by everyone.

Throughout history, there are countless great disasters caused by this curse.

"Should we stop the game?" Flitwick held the wand in his hand, feeling doubtful.

He cares more about the safety of the children than the so-called competition.

Professor McGonagall obviously had the same idea and turned her gaze to Dumbledore, but saw that Dumbledore had a calm face and was not at all panicked.

"Fire is a fiery friend, Minerva," Dumbledore said softly, turning his head, noticing Professor McGonagall's concern.

Professor McGonagall could only take a deep breath and suppress her worries.

Snape glanced at Karkaroff. In his memory, this guy didn't have such a high level of teaching, let alone he knew what a fool Marcus was.

Unless this guy Marcus really has an extraordinary talent in black magic.

In fact, all of Marcus's performance after returning to Hogwarts amazed Snape, the former head of the school.

It's like he's become a completely different person.

And in the surrounding stands, a group of little wizards couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

"What magic is that?"

"The Fierce Fire Curse is also known as the flame from hell." A senior explained in a low voice.

"The flames of hell?" Dennis Creevey, Clin's younger brother, said sharply, opened his mouth wide, and looked at his brother: "Isn't he afraid of being caught and thrown into that prison?"

"No, stop arguing." The Slytherin senior who had just answered the question rubbed his ears unhappily.

"Only the three unforgivable curses are expressly prohibited. Otherwise, why do you think there are schools in this world that teach students the dark arts?

Apart from the three unforgivable curses, you can only be put in prison because of the bad things you did, not because you cast any damn dark magic.

Magic is magic, and those who kill are human!"

In the contestant lounge, the two Durmstrang students came to Neville's side.

They noticed Neville's somewhat panicked look and looked puzzled.

"Why do you look like that? Don't you have Fiendfyre yourself?"

Neville looked at the two of them, not looking happy at all.

"Do I know Fiendfyre?" he said, "I only know blue blazing flames, that's not Fiendfyre."

"Not the Fiery Curse?" The two Durmstrang students looked at each other.

The most striking thing they remembered about that gentleman was the blue fierce fire.

After all this time, it turns out that this guy just has blue flames.

Then, Neville spoke again calmly.

"The teacher didn't allow me to learn the dark arts, so he only taught me half of it."

At the same time, in the stadium.

Draco stared at the figure in front of him and felt tremendous pressure.

Compared to those Death Eaters who could only wave their wands and thought they were superior to ordinary people by saying "Avada", the guy in front of him felt several times more dangerous.

The next moment, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky!

boom--

Smoke and dust rose up, and amid the explosion, Draco seemed to hear a covered-up airburst.

"Apparition!" Draco exclaimed, but it was too late. Behind him, he felt an incomparable burning sensation.

"Shadow of Fear—"

Draco turned his head sharply and saw his father standing behind him, his lips moving slightly.

"You betrayer—"

"Get out of here!" His eyes were bloodshot and he immediately swung his wand behind him. The tip of the wand became sharp and flashed with cold light. That was the light of the cutting spell.

However, as the air stirred, Draco's wand swung into nothing.

When he turned around again, he saw Flint appear behind Ron.

"All petrochemical—"

In another blink of an eye, Ron's body became stiff and he fell heavily to the ground.

"This is the last chance." Flint stood in place, his hand slightly raised, and Fiendfyre appeared in his hand again.

"Want it?" Draco grinned: "Unless, you kill me!"

Flint sighed helplessly, then nodded.

"it is good."

He turned to look at the other Durmstrang students and said, "Go and catch the guy who is hiding."

Having said that, he disappeared again.

'Behind me! '

Draco turned his robe into sharp spikes and stabbed them behind him.

However, the sound of the wind came from above.

Flint gently dropped the fireball and then disappeared again.

Draco quickly dodged, but his robes were still stained with flames.

But in the blink of an eye, the flame ignited his clothes and climbed towards his skin.

He quickly took off his robe, and Marcus's Expelliarmus spell hit him at the side.

He twisted his knuckles, trying to hold on to his wand tightly, but there was a click, and his fingers were broken directly, and the wand flew out.

At the same time, the robe on the ground quickly burned to ashes, and even began to burn on the stones and grass stems.

The Grimfire Curse cannot be extinguished.

He remembered the introduction to this spell that he had seen in the library at home.

"Draco!" Mike suddenly appeared and cast a spell at Flint. Taking this opportunity, Draco quickly ran to where his wand was and picked up the spell again.

Only after picking up his wand again did Draco have time to look at the person who came.

"It's actually you."

Even at this time, he still found it unbelievable that Mike was helping him.

"Durmstrang stole my Star." Mike curled his lips.

Behind Mike were three senior students from Hogwarts.

"Stop the curse!" The Gryffindor senior pointed the pufferfish at Ron and released the antidote.

Flint stood high in the air, looking at the four new arrivals, as well as Draco and Ron.

"Six people?" He curled his lips and looked at the Slytherin seventh-year prefect: "Garde, you are still as annoying as before."

The two were once teammates on the Quidditch team, but everything changed after Harry arrived.

"You too." Gard smiled and said, "I thought you had changed, but you are still the same as before."

"Haha." Flint smiled and said, "Then, I'll kill you first."

"It's elimination." The senior Ravenclaw pushed his glasses helplessly. "Do you think you'll look powerful if you just keep killing people? No."

On the other side, the students of Durmstrang began to bombard the surroundings with spells, trying to find Hermione.

boom--

Lightning struck a German Shepherd Strong, striking him half to death.

"Elsky was attacked, it must be around him!" The other person reacted quickly and released flames in that direction.

Soon, accompanied by the incessant burning of the Fierce Fire Curse, a raging fire burned across the entire mountain.

The students of Beauxbatons were also separated below. Looking at the roaring fire beasts on the hillsides, they couldn't help feeling a little frightened.

They had never seen such a magical scene before.

Thick smoke was everywhere, and the students of Durmstrang gathered outside the exhibition hall. The only place where they could hide was on the top of the hill.

Although Hermione hadn't caught it yet, she couldn't run away.

The three seniors had been eliminated. Ron was hit by a rock, blood was constantly flowing from his forehead, and he was unconscious. If only a few more moments passed, he would naturally leave the arena.

The thunderclouds in the sky were sparse, and Hermione's magic power was gradually running out. She and Harry also learned the Koch Snowflake Magic Array, but they only repeated it three times. From a mathematical calculation point of view, it did not even reach twice her own magic power.

Draco's fingers were twisted, his body was covered with burns, and his face was twitching.

The mountain was filled with thick smoke, and every breath he took was an extremely torturous thing.

"Damn you, you beast!" Draco cursed inwardly, and ran towards Ron like a dog to treat the wound on his forehead.

Barely managing to avoid being eliminated.

"Do you want to continue the quarrel?" Flint walked towards Draco with a calm look on his face.

It seemed like it took no effort at all to beat them up.

"I didn't scold you." Draco gritted his teeth and said, "I scolded the guy who didn't come out yet."

Flint realized something, looked at the dragon, and then looked at himself.

"I really underestimated him," Flint said. "I didn't expect he could defeat the dragon."

"He's hiding." Draco chuckled.

"Me too." Flint replied slowly.

In the exhibition hall.

Harry slowly stood up and looked at the heart above him with a look of horror.

The essence of this world is [copy].

A certain day in July was captured and then transformed.

It also involves the concept of the "spiritual world", which is the "inside world".

And the concept of "self-consistency of spells" in this world.

That is, different spell combinations will naturally combine together, just like releasing a bunch of protective spells without conflict.

Finally, everything is integrated into this heart, which serves as the hub to maintain the rational operation of this incomplete world.

In other words, this is not an illusion.

But a real world.

It is a small parallel world that overlaps with the big world.

In the magic array, Harry also saw a name.

Her name is Miss Pei.

Uncle Moon, the producer here, attributed this achievement to "Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children" and signed it.

"It fits Uncle Muen's habit of remembering other people's names." Harry sighed, although he didn't know who Miss Peregrine was.

"Okay, time to go out." He stood up and stretched his muscles.

At the same time, a stream of light appeared in the heart above and slowly condensed into a card.

[World]: Creates a small world that lasts for five minutes, and can pull a unit into it. In this world, the card holder will gain a certain duel advantage.

"Duel Arena?" Harry scratched his head and put the cards away.

He became more and more curious about the next project, but forget it, he decided not to think about it anymore.

My head hurts from thinking too much.

I just used up too much brain energy.

As he was thinking about it, a massage technique he had seen emerged in his mind.

It was said in Uncle Moon's book "The Customs and Humanities of Indiamouth" that after a day of hard work, the people living there would pour sea water into their brains through their ears, then dive into the water and let the water in their brains combine with the ocean current to massage and relax their cerebral cortex.

"What a weird thing," Harry muttered.

Walking through the corridor, I should have seen the bright sky outside.

But at this moment, there was only thick smoke outside, dust filling the sky, and tiny specks of burning embers floating before his eyes.

"What's going on? Are they fighting in the woods again?" Harry wondered and took a step forward.

In an instant, a noisy sound penetrated into my ears.

"Found her!!" a roar appeared.

"There's smoke everywhere, I wonder how you can hide!"

As he spoke, a spell flickered in the thick smoke, followed by a series of spells of various colors.

The next moment, a figure flew backwards towards Harry.

He quickly raised his hands to hold it.

Then, I saw the face clearly.

It's Hermione.

At this moment, Hermione's body was covered with scars, her face was red due to the high temperature around her, and her lips were as white as snow.

"Harry." Hermione opened her mouth: "It seems that we should have left Hagrid's hut earlier."

"Perhaps you're right." Harry nodded and gently laid Hermione down behind him.

Then, he raised his wand and cast a healing spell on Hermione.

Then, the hurricane appeared.

Clear away the smoke.

Looking up, he saw fierce fire beasts burning all around him. The flames had begun to spread towards the castle. On the entire mountain, only the exhibition hall survived.

Nearby, Draco's clothes expanded and formed a large iron ball, half-wrapping him up. Behind him, there were two figures who were no longer able to fight.

Meanwhile, Flint also saw him.

"Harry Potter." He spoke softly, raising his hand naturally: "Just in time, you're out too."

"Please give me all your Major Arcana, including the [World] I just got."

Harry shook his head, his face sullen.

He has never thought about stealing other people's cards.

Just like the [Hermit] I met in the castle.

I never thought about actively eliminating other players.

But now it seems

I still think too much.

"Don't want to?" Flint put his hand down: "Then come and stop me!"

Harry raised his hand, pointed his wand at Draco and the others, and used a Summoning Charm to put them all behind him.

"You finally came out." Draco said weakly.