Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 39 Fierce Battle

Mike felt like his scalp was about to explode. The dark shadow lying on the unicorn was definitely Voldemort!
Draco, who arrived shortly after, was also startled. He opened his mouth in horror and stared blankly at the tragedy happening in front of him. The hound Yaya, who was with them, was also so scared that he collapsed on the grass, with his tail tightly clamped between his legs, looking very scared.

Mike was afraid that Draco would scream, so he covered his mouth and whispered in his ear, "Back off slowly, don't make any sound, understand?"

Feeling Draco's mouth being covered by him, he nodded, and Mike released his hand that was covering his mouth.

The two men looked at each other and began to slowly retreat. They retreated very slowly, fearing that if they took a little bigger step, it would attract the attention of the black figure not far away.

But just because Draco could understand what Mike said didn't mean Fang could understand it too.

Yaya, who was lying on the ground motionless out of fear like Draco, suddenly stood up and ran in the direction they came from, making a rustling sound.

The sound was particularly obvious in the silent night, and the black figure turned his head and looked towards Mike.

"This damn dog! I must kill it and make soup when I get back!" Mike yelled, "Wind Speed ​​Spell!"

Mike didn't care about anything else. He cast a wind speed spell on himself, picked up Draco and ran away.

However, before Mike ran far, a hoarse voice came from behind him.

"There are many obstacles."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mike felt himself hit an invisible wall, lost his balance and fell to the ground, while Draco was thrown to who knows where.

"Wind Speed ​​Curse, you're a kid from the Carrow family? Huh? No, the smell on you is... you're a Mudblood!"

A hoarse voice came from behind Mike. Hearing the voice, Mike felt that his head, which had been dizzy from the impact, suddenly became clear.

Mike quickly raised his right hand, and the blackthorn wood wand that had been thrown away returned to Mike's hand almost instantly under the summoning spell of the combat wand set.

"The flames are blazing!"

A beam of white flame spurted out from the tip of the black prickly pear wand, rising into the sky and engulfing the black figure.

Mike was trying to maintain the fire spell while thinking about how to escape. He knew that the fire spell would not last long. Suddenly, a scream attracted Mike's attention. It was Draco! The guy saw him confronting the black figure and turned around and ran away!

Just when Mike was distracted, the hoarse voice in the white flames sounded again, "Disarm you!" This time the voice was obviously filled with anger.

A red light flashed from the flames and flew towards Mike at an extremely fast speed, against the fire spell released by Mike. Mike's fire spell was simply vulnerable to the red light.

"boom!"

Mike flew backwards in response. Although his wand was not knocked away by the disarming spell because of the wand cover, the disarming spell cast by the black figure was obviously not ordinary. The knockback effect alone knocked Mike back more than 3 meters.

Mike struggled to get up. Although his whole body was in pain, he might really die here if he didn't fight hard.

At the critical moment, Mike only felt something heating up in his chest. His magical perception became unusually clear, and the magic in his body seemed to sense the master's crisis and began to boil.

It seemed as if something was guiding him. Under the guidance of this mysterious force, the magic power in his body began to arrange and combine in a unique way, forming a magic symbol and then collectively flowing towards the blackthorn wood wand.

Mike raised his wand based on his feeling and shouted, "Flame!"

A white fireball as big as an adult's head flew out from the black prickly pear wand. "Protect everyone!"

Looking at the fireball flying towards him, the black figure began to get anxious. He waved his wand in the air and almost instantly drew a set of wonderful magic runes in the air. As the magic runes were formed and the spells were recited, a white transparent shield wrapped around the black figure's entire body.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the white fireball and the translucent shield collided violently.

Almost instantly, the white transparent shield was shattered by the fireball, and the violent shock wave sent the black figure flying.

The explosion of the white fireball brought up sparks and ignited the trees around the two people. The temperature of the white flame was extremely high, and the flame spread almost instantly.

Mike felt like he had no strength left in his body. The previous attack had consumed almost all of his magic power.

Fortunately, the effect of the wind speed spell was still there, and Mike gathered his strength and fled with difficulty in the direction they came from.

However, the battle is not over yet.

The black figure who was blown away by the shock wave slowly climbed up. The black hood on his head was shattered in the explosion just now, and Quirrell's somewhat young face was revealed.

Seeing Mike running away at a very fast speed, Quirrell struggled to get up and chase him, but the severe pain in his right leg stopped him. His right leg was unfortunately broken in the explosion just now.

Just when Quirrell was at a loss, a cold, emotionless voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

"Trash, let me do it!"

"Yes Master."

A strange black mist floated out from the back of Quirrell's head, and soon covered Quirrell's whole body. Quirrell's expression immediately became dull, and his body stood up in a very awkward posture. Quirrell, no, now I should call him Voldemort. Voldemort looked at Mike's gradually receding figure and raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green streak, representing death, streaked across the night sky and rushed towards Mike at a speed that was difficult for the human eye to capture.

At this time, Mike, who was running for his life, seemed to sense the danger and turned to look behind him.

A hint of green gradually enlarged in Mike's pupils, and the green light accurately hit Mike's chest.

In an instant, the green light that hit Mike's chest exploded, and Mike flew backwards as if he was hit by a running car.

"Snapped."

Mike fell to the ground like a rag. He could hear nothing, feel nothing, and there was still a trace of green on his retina.

Gradually, Mike's consciousness began to become blurred.

Mike vaguely felt as if someone was turning his body over, but at this time Mike was too powerless to resist.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the person who had just turned his body over seemed to have left, and Mike's consciousness finally fell into darkness.

(End of this chapter)