Reborn at Hogwarts

Bernard suddenly realized that he hadn't heard a voice for a long time.

The only sounds in my ears were the footsteps I deliberately lowered, and the occasional slight sound when I stepped on a stone. Other than that, the whole maze was so quiet that it made my heart chill.

Did something happen to Lange...

The thought flashed through Bernard's mind.

More than ten minutes have passed since the two decided to split up and look for Ivan.

Bernard had reached the end of the labyrinth of alleys, and the towering stone wall was in front of him.

There was still no news from Lange.

This is obviously...something is not quite right.

Along the way, Bernard did not find any trace of Ivan.

So logically speaking, he could only appear on the road that Lange was searching for.

Unless he was still using that weird magic to hide in the wall... Bernard couldn't help shivering when he recalled the pair of arms protruding from the wall before.

Let's take a look...

After a brief struggle, Bernard made a decision.

It is no longer realistic to continue to act separately, and Bernard faintly felt that the situation was beginning to lose control.

Converging quickly and waiting for Wolfe's support is the most realistic and safest solution right now.

Clenching his wand tightly, Bernard suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the wall in front of him: "The human form appears!"

There was a flash of light from the spell, and there was nothing.

not here……

Bernard then turned around and walked in the direction he came from.

This time, he still maintains a high degree of vigilance, walking slowly, pausing slightly every two steps, listening carefully to the voices around him to ensure that no information is missed.

After walking back for a while, Bernard gradually began to feel flustered.

He still found no trace of Ivan. The boy disappeared from the maze as if he had evaporated, leaving no trace of his existence.

Could it be that he escaped?

At this time, Bernard had to start seriously thinking about the possibility that "Ivan has escaped from the maze by some means".

"I didn't leave."

A hoarse and dull voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

The moment the voice sounded, Bernard was startled, and immediately took a few steps back. At the same time, he raised his wand and shouted loudly in front of him: "Stunned!"

The red light of the spell exploded on the ground, but there was no sound of falling to the ground as Bernard expected.

But Bernard didn't feel flustered. After entering the battle, the lingering thoughts in his mind were immediately suppressed. He held his breath, and at the moment the spell was issued, there was another roar: "Thunderbolt explodes!" !"

This is an offensive spell that can cause a violent explosion, and is often used by wizards when they need to perform area attacks. It was used by Bernard at this time, the purpose was not to hurt the opponent, but to force the opponent to show his body.

With a sound of "Boom", a burst of sand and dust rose from the ground in front of Bernard, and a short figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision amidst the splashes of gravel.

It was a shadow whose whole body was transparent, as if it was completely made of water, but at this moment, its body was covered with a layer of dirty dust, completely exposed in front of Bernard.

"caught you!"

Bernard grinned grimly, and the tip of the wand shot out a green light:

"Avada Kedavra!"

The invisible enemy is the scariest, because you can never guess what he will do and where he will attack when you are carefully preparing for battle.

But when the enemy shows up, this psychological advantage will naturally disappear.

What is left is an open and aboveboard duel, and only one's own strength is left to rely on.

Under the coercion of the killing curse, Ivan, who was forced out of hiding, rushed to the side in embarrassment. After an extremely indecent roll, the curse barely passed by him.

But this is just a means to force him to move. Before Ivan could stand still, Bernard's next spell was already coming.

"Damned!"

"Thousands of bullets are fired!"

"Cruciate!"

The continuous incantations formed a colorful curtain, overwhelmingly pressing down on Ivan. Under this kind of attack style that doesn't care and relies entirely on the number of spells to form an offensive, Ivan's dodging pace quickly slowed down, and several times he was only one step away from being hit by spells.

Although he looks menacing and looks like some kind of foolhardy character, in fact Bernard has his own experience in tactics.

Facing a little wizard with excellent concealment skills, the best way to deal with it is to force him to show up, use continuous barrage attacks to make him tired of coping, and finally lose the battle.

This was the safest way Bernard thought.

After all, the opponent is just a child. Under this kind of attack without gaps, the psychological pressure is mixed with physical exhaustion, and it won't be long before he loses the consciousness of resistance.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Another dazzling green light, this time Ivan finally lost his previous good luck, the spell hit his chest with incomparable precision, and the "Water Man" who had already been covered in countless dusts stopped suddenly during his uninterrupted movement After stopping all his movements, he fell to the ground with a groan that was suppressed to the extreme.

It's a pity, I couldn't catch a living one... The pocket hanging on his chest should be made of the skin of a shapeshifting lizard. If the master dies like this, I have to waste time to break the spell on it...

Seeing Ivan's powerless collapse, Bernard finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he found that the scene in front of him suddenly blurred.

"Is it Lange?" Bernard didn't panic, but smiled.

He is not unfamiliar with this kind of blurred vision. Of course, he knew that this was his reaction when the "Maze Curse" was cancelled, so he stood there calmly.

After a while, the sight became clear again.

Bernard glanced behind him. Sure enough, with the change of the scene in front of him, the "Maze Charm" lost its effect, the stone wall that originally separated the road disappeared, and he saw the snow-white stone steps of Gringotts.

And there were footsteps in his ears.

"Hmph, Lange, you came in time, just when I just got rid of this kid—"

Bernard sneered unceremoniously while turning his gaze back.

However at this time... He was extremely astonished to find that the figure of the old witch did not appear in front of him.

The alley was empty, except for the dusty, motionless corpse.

corpse...

Bernard's gaze swept across the ground.

His body stiffened suddenly.

Perhaps because he was dead, the magic attached to his body began to dissipate, and the corpse that fell miserably on the ground gradually returned to its original appearance.

Potion-stained robes, haggard hands covered with age spots, dimpled face, and those eyes that are dying.

Bernard's hands trembled.

Lange!

The one who was killed by his spell was not the boy who took the ring from Borgin-Bock, but his partner, the female boss of the potion shop in Knockdown Lane, the witch Lange!

Her miserable appearance on the ground, eyes full of hatred and resentment, seemed to be telling the resentment and despair in her heart.

"I understand your mood at the moment." A voice whispered in his ear, "But if you can remember that you killed me first, wouldn't it make you feel better?"

Bernard found himself unable to move.

He desperately found that his body had been completely imprisoned.

A piece of stone that seems to be poured as a whole, a seamless stone, has contained itself in it, and only a solitary head is exposed.

The stone fit perfectly with his body, without leaving a single gap.

And a cold and wet hand that seemed to be made of water gently pressed against his mouth.

Animagus... I will transform...

As he thought, the shape of his body changed immediately, but what followed was an instant contraction inside the stone.

The changed form of the body was still tightly locked, without the slightest relaxation, which completely made him cut off the idea of ​​escape.

Like Lange, Bernard opened his eyes wide, trying to see the murderer before losing consciousness.

But all he saw was a pair of blue eyes floating in the air.

"Tell me, who is your master? Why are you killing me?"

In a trance, these blue eyes met his gaze.

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