Chapter 478: The time has come

Genius remember the address of this site in one second: (Acupoint Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The castle in the snow always feels desolate. The goose-like snow fell obliquely with the wind, hiding the whole world in a grayish haze.
In the forecourt of the snow-covered castle, a large number of dark shadows surrounded him. In the middle of the crowd, a young man stood with a long stick in his hands, and was surrounded by the surroundings without panic, but just looking straight ahead.
Wherever he looked, another figure wrapped in black flames stood still on the spot, staring coldly at the boy.
However, neither the seemingly crowded party nor the one-sided party has any intention to immediately start. The atmosphere in the Ming and Ming fields was already tense, but it seemed that they just wanted to delay.
Obviously, neither side is worried at this moment.
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However, at the same time, Harry and Ron were anxious.
"Harry, I think we need to do it as soon as possible ... It's been too long," Ron said helplessly, "Although I can't see whether it's bright or dark outside, but I guess we're already here It took all night! "
Harry heard it and shook his head in distress.
"I want to be fast too! But--"
To be honest, the two of them have been trapped here for a long time. And most importantly, they don't even know where they are!
From the surrounding environment, this seems to be a small wooden cabin. A dimly lit petrol lamp hung on the dark parquet walls, with no windows on all sides, and no doors.
In the corner of the room, two rusty hammocks were hung directly from the ceiling, and the two curtains dangled slightly, covering the hammock for a bit.
Above those two tents, the brown shield with a small badger on it was probably the only thing that could prove that they were still at Hogwarts-that was the mark of Hitchpatch College.
Harry and Ron remembered what Maca had said to them, saying that if he wanted to participate in Dumbledore's funeral, he must pass his test. But then, before they even knew what the test was, they suddenly turned dark and passed out in a corridor of the castle.
What is the test? Think of a way to leave from here? But what test can this play?
Anyway, they wake up and find themselves locked in this rather small room. There are no doors or windows here, the four wooden walls cannot be broken at all, and there are few clues.
Seriously, they are almost desperate.
"I don't think we're going to leave anyway. Even starvation is a problem here." Ron moaned weakly. "Harry, what do you think?"
"Don't be discouraged!" Harry said unwillingly. "Whether it's to fill the stomach or pass the test, we can't give up!"
"Well, I mean that."
Ron shook his head, then got up again, and began to check around the wall.
It's just that this room is really a bit big, and the two of them have carefully checked every inch. Apart from the magical wooden walls that can't be destroyed by spells, what else is suspicious?
"... Although I don't know where this is, we must still be in Hogwarts." Harry said as he digged the nail on the wooden board, "I was thinking, we still have to guess what it is Only, this is probably our only clue. "
"Who knows?" Ron sighed. "There are too many rooms in the castle. Not even all of your live maps are displayed. How can you guess?"
"Yeah!" Harry thought for a moment, but couldn't help but feel discouraged. "If I knew that there was such a test, even if she didn't call Hermione, she would have to get back the live map from her. "Even if we don't see where we are, at least we can see the actions of others in the castle."
"Um ..." Ron groaned for a while, not quite sure. "Harry, I still think we'll be in the responsive room."
"Then we should be able to change something." Harry knocked on the wall, and the back was completely solid. "But haven't we all tried it? Even if our wishes were expressed, nothing happened!" "
Ron nodded, and then kicked him helplessly on the wall.
"Hurry up anyway ..." Although he always showed some weakness, he never gave up in his heart.
"Um." Harry nodded as well.
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Almost as soon as Harry nodded, a sound of fighting finally sounded in the vestibule outside the castle. It was indeed a "fighting sound", not a counterattack between magic and magic, no gorgeous effect, but a real short-term connection.
The stone knights guarding Hogwarts fight against the Black Dead!
The black dead who were surrounded by black gas were originally wizards, but they have lost the ability to use magic under the erosion of the Bewitching Stele.
Their magical powers were forcibly transformed into a ray of black gas. What is acquired along with this is the incomparable physical strength and defense.
On the other hand, the Knights of the Stone Statue were temporarily able to move independently under the influence of some ancient magic. Like a tadpole, he waved the stone knight's sword in his hand a little stiffly, and proceeded to chop forward.
In fact, this time the part of the Black Death who was closer to the castle was forced to start a counterattack.
Voldemort did not want to start a war, but once the stone statues are activated, there is no possibility of stopping them. They have only two tasks, that is, to expel foreign enemies and protect the castle; and they are only given two actions, that is, to defend the shield and attack with a sword.
As far as individual qualities are concerned, the Black Dead are far superior to these stone knights-whether they are offensive or defensive, they must exceed these "fragile" stone knights by a large margin.
But it is these stone statues that only know how to hold shields and swords, but it is difficult for those black dead who are full of "counterattack", "offensive" and "killing" their brains to exert their brute force.
Because these stone knights are more "a tendon" than the Black Dead, and they don't fly like the Black Dead, they have a uniform pace and a square matrix that will never be confused.
The number of stone knights is quite astonishing. Compared with the Black Dead, there are only a lot more, even if there are still a lot of them.
For these slightly awkward stone figures, it is not difficult for any wizard with a little brains to deal with it. It is only a matter of time and magical power to eliminate them.
But now they are facing the group of mindless black dead.
From now on, each Black Death attack will crush several stone knights, but at the same time, at least eight or nine stone swords will hit the Black Death together. The defense of these stone knights is far from being able to compete with the Black Dead, but it is not worth mentioning in terms of attack power.
In ancient times, the stone knights were originally used to defend against giants who came. In the face of the giant's terrible power, it does not make sense to give these stone statues more defense. Only a sufficient number and attack power can stop the giant's progress.
You know, where is the defense of the giants worse than the current Black Dead?
While Maca was staring at Voldemort, the Knights of the Stone Statue, which was intended only for containment, did a remarkable job. Just listening to the sound of the stone sword's slamming and the sound of the stone statue bursting into chaos.
Because Maca was facing away from the battle, he was not able to tell exactly how far the battle progressed, and in his induction was full of chaotic magic fluctuations.
But he didn't know, but Voldemort knew.
In terms of quantity, there must be a lot fewer Black Deaths who launched their own counterattacks, but after all, their strength is much higher than the Knights of the Stone Statue. Even if the situation is stalemate, even the Black Dead's side has begun to lose, but in the end it is no problem to clean up those statues.
However, Voldemort was willing to waste every precious Black Death in such a place. He wanted to use mysteries, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com would automatically call back the part of the Black Dead who had counterattacked, but he could not move.
At this point, Maca's staff was glowing, and the regular runes on the top of it were also looming. Voldemort had no doubt. If he moved it casually, an ice-blue beam of light would swept at him.
He doesn't want to go to war yet, at least not yet!
Some servants lose some! In order to be successful today, the necessary sacrifice is worth it-he has endured so many times, and he doesn't care if he endures it now.
It was just because the stone knights fought with the Black Dead that the spurious conversation between the two had ended abruptly. Both sides understand that today they have cards in their hands, which is an undisclosed fact. Talking about it again will not make any sense at all.
The air became colder.
In the noise of the chaos, Maca and Voldemort moved their expressions one after the other, and they glanced to the south with the light from the corner of their eyes.
It was this glance that made Maca's eyes flash.
"Lack—"
Shouting suddenly, Maca enchanted the magic of the sound reinforcement spell. For a moment, the invisible sound wave spread quickly, and even the storm and snow could not be reduced, and it spread across Hogwarts in a blink of an eye.
At the same time that the shout sounded, the staff in his hand suddenly went up to the snow. Suddenly, several faint blue fluorescent lights began to light from the point where the staff was suspended, and quickly swam in the snow on the ground, spreading away quickly.
At the same time that Voldemort's face changed drastically, he suddenly turned into a black flame, and actually retreated into the air without hesitation. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.