HP trickle down

"Ha!" Burt kicked towards the image's neck from the side, but he didn't expect his kick to be easily caught.

Bert frowned, twisted in mid-air, let his feet get out of the image's hands, half-flipped behind the image, and kicked the back of the image's head with his heels.

Turning his head to look at the video, according to his judgment, this kick should not have missed.But Bert didn't feel the feeling of what he kicked, and the image really disappeared.

This opponent is very tricky, more sensitive than him, and more accurate than his judgment... This shadow is very experienced in fighting against enemies. Attacking him with his appearance will first of all have the effect of surprise, and Burt is still calm. This kind of icy and snowy environment is not conducive to his combat - after all, he is no longer the Kunpeng body he used to be.If this continues, the possibility of being cold to death is much greater than the possibility of being beaten to death by the mirror image.

Burt and the mirror image looked at each other, and the other party didn't have any expression for him to predict what action would happen next, and it was easy to be suppressed and beaten in this situation.

Until now, Bert has never been so aggrieved, except that he was suppressed and beaten by Jin Yinsha and Herman when he first started learning martial arts.

"Huh...huh..." Bert let out two long breaths, and the cold air entered his lungs, making him calmer.In such a cold situation, it was difficult for Burt to ensure that his body would not become dull due to the cold.

His actions had been slowed down by the cold weather, but this mirror image was not affected at all, which is unfair.

Bert knew that he couldn't continue this confrontation, and when his body froze, there was no possibility of winning.

Just when Bert blinked, the mirror image had already attacked, and Bert responded immediately.

Faced with something like this, he can only win by attacking and attacking again.

The feeling of punching to the flesh is very painful, and the power of this mirror image is the same as his. Burt doesn't know if such a thing can feel pain, but it should hurt.

It will be hurt and it will disappear...

Jin Yinling didn't say anything, just wanted him to find out by himself, and then fight.

In high-level battles, the speed and consciousness of casting spells are a powerful competition.

Burt's combat awareness is already top-notch, and facing such an almost flawless opponent, he still lost first.

No matter how it is now, if you can't lose, you can't lose.If he wins, Jinyinling will probably come to pick him up, but if he loses, who knows how long Jinyinling will come to him.After all, the bigu pill that Jinyinling gave him made him not hungry at all.

"Crack!" Burt was thrown directly over his shoulder to the ground, and his back was in contact with the cold and hard floor, making Bert feel unreal pain.

However, this opponent is not completely without weaknesses.

Burt looked at the mirror image with no emotions at all. Although such an opponent had no possibility of making mistakes, his biggest shortcoming was that he had zero prediction of emotions.

Bert firmly grabbed the mirror's ankle, pulled it fiercely, and finally pulled the mirror to slip on the ice, but a split leg pressed towards Bert's face.

Rolling on the spot, dodging the blow, Burt's basic lightning spell, Thunderbolt, had already been released, and the mirror image unexpectedly fell into a five-second paralysis.

Burt punched him up, and the mirror image was finally hit by Bert on his horse, and within 5 minutes he was beaten and disappeared.

"...It hurts to death." Burt stood up from the ground, but at this moment, he heard the sound of the "door" opening.

"Come out and listen to the class." Jinyinling's voice still had no ups and downs, but Bert ran towards Jinyinling excitedly as if hearing the fairy voice.

Walburga, Orion, and Signus were still chattering about precautions, and Sirius kicked a sofa over.

The loud sound of "bang" finally brought the attention of the three of Walburga to Sirius.

"Sirius, what are you doing?" Walburga looked at the consequences of Sirius' actions, frowning and asked unhappily.

"Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort... Voldemort is your god, not mine! He is a monster!" Sirius broke away from Regulus's hand, and roared out his views on Voldemort completely.

"You are getting more and more crazy, you are still immersed in the glory of pure blood for a lunatic! What are you thinking? Are you happy that Black's glory is sent to the feet of this monster, Voldemort, and let him trample on you? This is how you protect Black The method of glory?" Sirius pushed Regulus away, "It's useless if you pull me, I will never give in, I will not kneel at Voldemort's feet and let him humiliate me, I will not let him dominate me even if I die My whole life!"

Regulus' expression twisted for a moment, but everything returned to calm: "You won't give in?"

"Never!" Sirius said firmly.

Walburga's expression was even more terrifying: "Sirius, what are you talking about?" There was no image of the lady, and the screams were extremely piercing.

"Slap!" Orion slapped Sirius on the face: "Nizi, you have already brought a crisis to Black by entering Gryffindor, now you want to put Black to death before you are reconciled?"

"It doesn't matter whether a Black like this dies or not." Sirius insisted on his own ideas and would never surrender to Voldemort, not to mention that both James' parents and Lily's parents were killed by Voldemort's people.

Voldemort killed so many people, innocent people, and all the tragedies happened because of him, why did the parents submit to him?Why not resist?

At this time, Sirius was full of incomprehension and powerlessness. His parents loved him...now because of Voldemort...his family has been torn apart...

How could they take it for granted that he would make someone like Voldemort their king?

"Bastard!" Orion pulled out his wand, ready to give Sirius a good time.

"As long as you are still a Black, you should be loyal to Black and submit to the lord. This is the glory of Black." Signus stood in front of Sirius.

"Sirius, how could you have such a rebellious idea?" Walburga was heartbroken.

Regulus looked at everything in front of him and clenched his hands into fists.Sirius is the eldest son and the only heir, so Sirius has his own responsibilities. After enjoying everything from Black, he should shoulder the glory of Black and have the awareness to spread the glory of Black to every corner of the world.But Sirius was born free... The family cannot be a reason to restrain him... This is the root of the contradiction, and it is also an unsolvable proposition.

"If being a Black, I have to be loyal to that monster, then I would rather not be. Isn't it just being expelled from the house and not having the surname Black? This is not the first time you have done this." Sirius pulled the Black family crest on his chest down, and threw it to the ground.He has been brooding over the Andromeda affair.

In the silent room, there was only the loudest "crack". The family crest fell not on the ground, but on the hearts of everyone present.

Sirius threw it away and left without giving anyone a chance, nor did he give himself a chance. He walked fast and hurriedly, without stopping at all.

Regulus looked at Sirius' back, forced a smile, and said, "Mom, I'll go instead of brother."

"You have always wanted to replace Sirius, you succeeded, you succeeded!" Walburga was not at all happy, and slapped Regulus sideways.

The blood on the corner of Regulus's mouth snaked down, and he wiped the blood off his mouth nonchalantly: Brother, this time you are finally free.From now on, I will protect you.

It doesn't matter whether it will cause people to misunderstand that he has been plotting for Black's power... Sirius needs to be free.

Lucius was lying on the bed, with Narcissa beside him, and the faint fragrance lingered in the bedroom, calming his mind.

Voldemort's Cruciatus was sudden and expected.

Abraxas was out of his control, his right-hand man was really dead, I don't know if Voldemort cared a bit.

And what really made Voldemort angry was not that Lucius spoke without his permission, but that Lucius' clumsy change of subject let him know that he was making excuses for the Blacks in disguise.

Pleading is not allowed by Voldemort.Perhaps he just wanted to use the ancient aristocratic knife to show that his authority was sacred and inviolable.

No matter what, Lucius knew that he was in great danger now.He interceded for Black, making Voldemort fear him, and Voldemort did not allow his men to form an alliance.And his behavior made Voldemort feel unhappy.

As for the deeper level, it was still the Andromeda incident that made Voldemort feel betrayed.He doesn't trust anyone, but he feels betrayed because of a little thing.Voldemort was suspicious and uneasy in his bones, and his inferiority complex was affecting him.

Although he acted so strong and brutal, he still had a deep inferiority complex inside.

Lucius knew that his inferiority complex had never left, and Voldemort just hid such fragile emotions so deep that even he himself didn't know his inferiority complex.

More of a madness bordering on the morbid, Voldemort's horrific indifference to everything is why he can divide his soul as much as he wants.

Because I don't love this world, I ignore it.

How would Severus deal with Voldemort?

Lucius didn't understand why Bert had to leave, but now only Severus was alone to face all this, Lucius was very worried.