Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 581 Chris's Death

"Die! Bastard!"

Hearing Mike's shout, the expression on Chris's face became even more ferocious.

Although he relied on his extraordinary perception and warning to respond in time, Mike was unable to take his life directly.

But the extremely sharp holy sword still cut a huge gash on his chest.

At this time, bright red blood was constantly gushing out of the wound with the skin and flesh turned inside out, and even some internal organs with strange and disgusting colors were squeezed out of the wound and exposed to the air.

Chris really wanted to cast some healing spells on his wounds, but unfortunately, Mike's pursuit was too fast!

It was so fast that he had no time to care about these things and could only focus all his energy on resisting the opponent's next attack!

"Wind! Follow my command!"

Chris screamed hysterically.

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the entire black and purple hexagonal light prison became chaotic.

Large streams of air rushed through the light prison, twisting and deforming at will.

The towering buildings on the ground were instantly shattered into countless tiny pieces by the terrifying airflow, and the airflow continued to indiscriminately attack everything in the light prison.

In an instant, the entire light prison turned into a hell of fierce wind.

Everything was annihilated by this terrifying airflow. Even the black and purple light curtain of the light prison was shaking constantly, and it looked like it would not be able to hold on any longer.

As the person closest to Chris, Mike was naturally attacked the most violently.

The gas flow around him was so violent and the compression was so severe that the entire space where he was located became distorted.

The fire dragon under him was even more miserable. Under the fierce attack of the airflow, it had turned into a fiery red at the very beginning and quickly disappeared in the twisted space. Only Mike was left alone, enduring the ravages of the strong wind like a dead leaf.

The people outside the light prison looked up at this scene, with worries and anxiety on their faces. Some people even left the battlefield without looking back.

In their opinion, the sword just now was the last chance to kill Chris. Now that it failed, this operation can be said to be a failure.

But Mike in mid-air didn't think so.

Looking at Chris's somewhat distorted figure through the endless gale, Mike's mouth corners rose again.

He was actually very familiar with this scene.

In the previous battle with the noseless version of Voldemort, the opponent also used a similar method to prevent Mike from getting close to him.

The difference between the two is that the noseless version of Voldemort created a giant sea tornado composed of wind, thunder and water, while Chris's version of Voldemort used a pure air wall.

If Mike had to judge which of the two had more powerful means, he would choose Chris's version of Voldemort without hesitation.

Although the noseless version of Voldemort controlled more elements, it was not known whether it was due to his serious injuries or his lack of proficiency in a single element, the destructive power and even the defensive power of his tornado composed of multiple elements were not that strong. Even Arthur at that time could rely on long-range sword energy to break a hole in it.

But Chris's version of Voldemort is different.

Thanks to his profound research on a single element, his attainments in the element of air can be considered the best in the world.

The destructive power and force of the air wall it constructed was beyond anything Mike had ever seen in his life.

But! There is a fatal problem in both of them!

That is, they are too focused on large-scale lethality, thus ignoring the means of killing single targets.

This cannot be blamed too much on them.

After all, legendary wizards are the ceiling of combat power in this world. They can easily deal with wizards below the legendary level and there is no need to study any single-target killing skills.

Moreover, since conflicts between legendary wizards are extremely rare and almost impossible to kill each other, it is obviously a more cost-effective thing to study group damage spells that can improve their killing efficiency.

If we use the terminology of online games in later generations, the nose-less version of Voldemort and the Chris version of Voldemort took the PVE route, emphasizing the unparalleled mowing and clearing of monsters quickly.

Mike is an all-around PVP player. He has the ability to deal group damage, but his single-target damage ability is also not weak.

Dumbledore also belongs to this type of Mike.

Although Mike has not experienced it personally, based on his speculation about Dumbledore's abilities, the other party must also have extremely strong single-target killing capabilities.

After all, since Dumbledore, who possesses the power of the sun, can use the Sword of the Blazing Sun, which has exaggerated lethality and attack range, he can naturally condense the power of the sun to form a more powerful special attack.

In the battle between pve wizard and pvp wizard, pvp wizard naturally has more advantages.

The reason why the nose-less version of Voldemort was unable to defeat the frail Dumbledore despite his prime years was largely due to this reason.

It was too easy for the condensed version of the Fiery Sun Sword to penetrate his defense.

And now, Mike, who follows the same system as Dumbledore, naturally has his own solution.

"Boom!~"

A ball of translucent flame suddenly emerged from Mike's body. At this moment, the oxygen around Mike had been completely stripped away, but the flame condensed by pure curse power was still burning tenaciously on Mike's body, blocking the invasion of the strong wind for him.

More flames emerged from Mike's body, wrapping around him, gradually forming a rapidly rotating flame drill and rushing towards Chris.

The drill was moving quickly through the storm, getting faster and faster, and was about to attack Chris again.

Chris' eyes were tearing apart, he wanted to escape, but the purple-black light curtain that still stubbornly existed around him restricted his range of movement. He gritted his teeth and could only ignore his injuries and stretched out his hands to frantically stimulate the surrounding gas.

But it's all in vain.

The turbulent airflow kept hitting the translucent flame drill, and large flames were quickly dispersed. But whenever a gap appeared on the drill, more flames would emerge from Mike's body to fill it.

Finally, under Chris's horrified gaze, Mike suddenly jumped out of the flames, stretched out the holy sword in his hand, and stabbed it directly into Chris' chest!
"Pfft! You..."

After suffering such a severe blow, Chris immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and was about to speak.

But before he could finish his words, the magic power in Mike's body began to surge wildly again, and was infused into Chris's body along the holy sword.

"Boom!~"

With the sound of violent flames exploding, countless cursed flames gushed out from every pore of Chris. The flames swept out and burned Chris to ashes in an instant. At the same time, a mushroom cloud composed entirely of cursed flames rose up, burning the entire sky into a fiery red!

Outside the light prison fell an eerie silence. The survivors looked at the spectacular sight in the sky in disbelief. Many of them were rubbing their eyes or pinching their thighs.

They really couldn't believe that such a powerful enemy was actually defeated by them.

The next moment, the whole city of Paris was boiling.

The people who reacted started celebrating wildly. The huge cheers went straight into the sky, causing pain in the eardrums of the people around. Mike was held high in the sky by the flames. He lowered his head and closed his eyes as he listened to the shouts from below.

This is a moment of silence for Chris.

He could have left Chris's body on display to further enhance his prestige.

This level of fire control was a piece of cake for him, a legendary wizard who specialized in fire.

But he didn't do that.

Because the two of them had fought each other openly and secretly countless times, in the process they had long recognized each other's abilities and courage.

Using Chris's body for public display is an insult to Chris and also an insult to Mike himself.

After a while, the moment of silence ended, and a touching smile finally appeared on Mike's face.

This long battle finally ended, and the winner in the end was still Mike Tonley!

In the distance, the sirens of the Muggle police and the unique magical fluctuations of the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic were approaching rapidly.

In this battle against Chris, the biggest losses were suffered by the French government and the French Ministry of Magic.

After the battle between the two legendary wizards, Chris and Mike, Paris today has completely lost its former prosperity and has become devastated.

The city center area has completely turned into a scorched earth, and a deep pit full of crystals remains in the center.

The damage around the city center was even more severe, with the collapse of several high-rise buildings causing a large number of deaths and numerous witnesses.

And this needs to be handled by the French government and the French Ministry of Magic.

Looking at the Aurors who were quickly gathering below, Mike took a deep breath and decisively issued the order to retreat.

Although as a legendary wizard, Mike was not worried at all about the French Ministry of Magic causing trouble for him, but now that the other party had come out to help clean up the mess, he couldn't be too arrogant. It would be bad if he went too far and irritated the other party.

As a result, the crowd who were cheering and celebrating just now turned into phantoms and disappeared.

The staff of the French Ministry of Magic gritted their teeth, and although they looked indignant, they had no intention of stopping it.

They all knew that just now, a new king was born!

For a long time in the future, they will have to live under the hand of the king and depend on him.

……

5 Privet Drive, London, at Black and Harry's home.

Harry was sorting his luggage in his room, rummaging through the cabinets.

There was a lot of luggage to pack, and Harry stuffed almost everything in the room into that special seamless stretch pocket.

But this is normal, because he probably won't be able to come back for a long time.

That's right, after a long period of consideration, Harry finally chose to shoulder his own responsibilities.

It was a difficult decision, but Harry carried it out without hesitation.

Finally, all the luggage was packed.

Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the empty room and sighed deeply.

Then he put on the invisibility cloak that forced him to travel far away, opened the door, and walked out carefully.

In the kitchen, Blake was cooking dinner.

He seemed to be in a good mood and was even humming a little tune.

Harry looked at Black's apron-clad figure with a conflicted expression, and only sneaked out after a long time.

Although it was a pity, he was not ready to say goodbye to Blake.

He didn't even tell Ron and Hermione about his departure from the Kingdom of Ying.

Because Harry knew very well that as long as he confessed the matter, his friends and relatives would do their best to help him.

However, compared to Victor and Mike, their power is too weak.

The collision between the two is like an egg hitting a rock.

Rather than involving them and making unnecessary sacrifices, Harry would rather take it all on himself.

Finally, Harry arrived on the street.

He took one last look back at the villa behind him and his aunt's house next to it, then gritted his teeth and walked towards the bus stop in the distance.

As he was afraid of having his magical fluctuations tracked, he did not plan to use any magical means of transportation, including the Floo Network, Apparition, or even Portkeys, but chose pure Muggle transportation.

As for his destination this time, it is Iceland, located northwest of Ying Country.

It was a place where it was winter all year round and it was a hellish place where no one even lived.

Strictly speaking, it was not a proper hiding place. Although it was desolate, it was very easy for wizards to find people there because there were so few people there.

If you really want to talk about hiding places, densely populated cities like London and New York are the best choices.

The reason why Harry chose Iceland as his destination is actually for the safety of passers-by.

You know, those who collect the Deathly Hallows despite Dumbledore's warnings are crazy.

If they really find me, they will not care about the lives of innocent people and will launch an attack directly.

If Harry chose to go to other big cities, countless innocent people would surely suffer.

It’s different in Iceland.

Even if he was found there and a fight broke out, not many people would be injured. After all, the population of that damn place was pitifully small.

It has to be said that Harry has not changed at all.

Even in this situation, he still considered others.

Just as Mike said, Harry is a little angel.

(End of this chapter)