Chapter 300: Battle in the Death Hall

The power of the Black Dead is related to the original magic of the creature, so the strength of each Black Dead is different. The most powerful black dead that Maca is dealing with is the big man who appeared in the beginning.
If Maca hadn't guessed wrong, this guy whose speed and power are beyond those of other Black Deaths by a large margin should be the werewolf who Lenny wanted to "meet"-Fenrir Greyback.
As werewolves, one of the magical creatures, they possess a magic power that is quite different from that of wizards. But there is no doubt that they, like other magical creatures, have a unique magic in them.
That's the source of their strength and the source of energy needed for transformation.
And Fenrir Greyback, as one of today's most notorious werewolves, has obviously more magical powers than his companions.
But even so, in the face of a wizard who has mastered the power of rules such as Shangma, his powers quickly became apparent.
"wipe out."
After an indifferent growl, the other side burst into an astonishing speed in an instant, and the whole body of black gas pulled a long tail in mid-air and rushed towards the front of Maca.
When Maca waved her wand, the extremely cold cold air spread again. He himself stepped on the magic book and flashed to the side, passing the impact of the opponent with an extremely fast reaction.
The next moment, another blue light shone on his wand, and the beam of light spewed out, rushing quickly towards the opponent's back.
Fenrir felt keen, and his natural fighting instincts caused him to rise two feet suddenly, avoiding Maca's counterattack.
However, he did not completely avoid it.
The white frost spread on his calf, and the cooling effect continued to spread, even the black gas on his body seemed to fade a little.
Cofinrill seemed to be unaware. He relied on the Black Dead's ability to fly and kept moving at high speed to avoid the pursuit of the beam of light.
A few seconds later, the beam of light dissipated, and Fenrir retreated.
The rest of the Black Dead still attacked Maca as if they were dead. Although their offense can be said to be without a rule, the fearless and crazy gesture made up for the shortcomings.
Fenrille was clearly given an invisible cover.
He stayed in midair, his head covered by the black gas slightly lowered, as if looking at the injury on his calf.
No, that's not just the calf.
Those pale and white frosts were constantly eroding and had spread to his thighs, and saw that they continued to climb.
"give up."
Fenrir pointed to the knife and fell suddenly.
Under the unusually powerful power, one leg was severed by him almost at the root, but there was no blood leaking from the wound, only the writhing black gas entangled.
The leg fell from mid-air, and the part that had been swallowed by white fell into a of ice under the impact of a fall.
Immediately after that, Fenrir, who seemed to be unaware, suddenly looked up and stared at Maca ahead.
"wipe out."
The voice didn't fall, and he broke out a bit faster than before, almost turning into a black straight line across the air.
"Well?"
Macallo frowned, and then turned sideways again. The magic wand was drawn exactly half a circle, and he moved a few feet away by his impact.
But at this moment, an inexplicably strong power suddenly appeared from the side of Maca. Originally, it was an ordinary Black Death, and an amazing magic wave broke out in an instant.
"Voldemort?"
The timing was indeed extremely accurate. It was the moment when Maca used her power to dodge.
However, he saw a group of black flames soaring abruptly, and turned into a group of black fireballs that struck Maca's back with a great potential, which contained extremely terrible power.
Maca is in a state of "concentration", but even if the reaction speed is fast, the body can't keep up.
He had no time to push the wand behind him. The ice-blue brilliance flowed from behind, changing into a crystal-clear shield.
However, under the impact of the fierce black fireball, the shield cracked almost immediately, and then Maca was smashed to the ground under a huge impact.
"Voldemort doesn't even need face?"
Only that thought flashed through his mind, and the next moment, he was accidentally smashed into the stone steps on the ground, arousing countless stone debris and dust.
"Hum, hum ha ha ha ... McLean!"
In the air, Voldemort, who had disguised himself as an ordinary black dead, let out his black gas, revealing his true colors.
"Taste the taste of death!"
He obviously didn't intend to let go of this chance of chasing. As soon as the words came out, he rushed towards the crater smashed by Maca again, and a thick black flame was lit in his hands.
"boom!"
Voldemort's palm condensed black flames, and in the midst of the air near the stone pit, he shot it with a particularly violent attitude. Black flame instantly turned into a flame meteor, and it landed in the center of the pit.
Then there was a violent explosion, and the black flame exploded with the stone pit as the center.
The horrific power of this blow shook the entire hall slightly, and even a drop of dust fell from the ceiling.
"It's you first, then Dumbledore ... yes, there's that Lockhart! Wait for me to solve you one by one, who else is my opponent in the British magic world?"
Although his mouth was arrogant, Voldemort's eyes were still staring at the dusty crater, and a black flame gathered again in the palm.
He couldn't care less about the kid in front of him.
Quiet! Very quiet! As if Maca was really dead, nothing happened.
After a while, the dust in the stone pit gradually settled, and Voldemort's expression suddenly stiffened.
In the pit full of stone debris, there were no personal figures!
"how is this possible?"
He narrowed his eyes, gazing around inside and outside the stone pit, glancing back and forth through every inch of space in the hall, but still found nothing.
"come out!"
Voldemort suddenly waved the black flame in his hand, sweeping across the hall like a hurricane, and the sound of whistling was endless.
But when those black flames rolled over the arch in the middle of the hall, they were more than half short.
Voldemort stared at the seemingly plain archway with amazement. The black curtain still fluttered gently without any damage.
At this moment, an ice-blue beam of light burst from Voldemort's right rear, Ling Ling's cold caused a layer of white frost on the pass.
Voldemort's face suddenly tightened, and a whole layer of black gas rose again, suddenly flying up. But before he could fly high, he was hit by the beam of light rising from homeopathy.
The dark air around him immediately dissipated a lot, and the whole person was hit by the impact on the wall.
It was during this period that the wall that he hit suddenly turned into a giant hand, clenched Voldemort's body for half a circle, and then threw him severely out of the arch.
The giant hand turned into a black rock was very powerful, and just by throwing it, Voldemort flew to the black veil on the arch at a very fast speed.
Three feet ... two feet ... one foot ...
Just in the blink of an eye, Voldemort almost touched the weird black curtain!
"Oh!"
Perhaps it was only a few inches behind, and Voldemort, who had reacted in time, decisively turned into a puff of black gas, and dissipated at the moment when he was about to touch the taboo.
At the other end of the hall, Maca stood on her back in a rock and dusty ruins, one hand holding the broken stone steps, and the other hand still held the wand steadily, without the slightest trembling.
He shook his head slightly with pity, then the wand lit up again, and the tip of the wand was pointing to the last Black Dead, Fernell Greyback, abandoned by Voldemort.
At the same time, Fenrir, who had not done anything before, turned his head slightly, and then seemed to have received a command, and flew into a black flame and flew towards the entrance of the hall.
With a wave of Maca, the ice-blue beam of light burst out again, hitting his back before rushing out of the hall.
The duration of the beam of light this time was particularly short ~ EbookFREE.me ~ almost flashed for a moment and then dissipated immediately.
After all, Maca's magic is inadequate, and now he is very close to the limit. He needs to leave a little force in case of accident.
Although Fenrir tried to avoid it, he could not avoid it this time, and the black gas on his body disappeared immediately, and the whole person was frozen.
"Ahem ..."
Maca coughed violently, then took a deep breath, and tolerated her discomfort. Then he took a bottle of potion from his waist, unplugged the bottle, and groaned.
With a slight sigh of relief, he finally glanced at the arch, then dragged a slow pace toward the hall door without a word.
...
"Ding Dong Ding Dong-"
In the old mansion of Black, as the doorbell jingled, Sirius' mother screamed again.
"Who is knocking on the doorbell again?" Sirius' anger was lit again. "How many times have I told them? How many times!"
Sirius, who was finishing the report together with Lupin in the reception room, stood up arrogantly and walked angrily to the foyer.
"Who is coming again this time?" Ron said curiously, "Isn't anyone here at this point every day? Everyone has their own affairs ..."
"We just need to be good at ourselves, don't worry about that much!" Hermione glared at Ron, "Hurry up and memorize the notes I lent you-since you want to improve, you can't be lazy!"
"Of course! Of course!" Ron nodded quickly, then lay down on the table and looked at a thick note.
"... McLean?" Sirius' annoyed voice passed faintly from the hallway, "I haven't seen you knock on the doorbell before, find a difference?"