Harry Potter Raven's Claw

"Huh, it's really dangerous, Senior Carol."

When he said this, Mike's tone was still teasing in the first half of the sentence, but when he said the last few words, Mike's tone had completely cooled down.

Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. This famous saying I don’t know who said it is indeed correct.

With this thought in mind, Mike waved the hand holding the wand and knocked away Carol's unrelenting spell. Then Mike stopped talking nonsense to Carol and pointed the wand straight into the sky.

Mike was going to go all out. Anyway, there was still a professor on the sidelines to protect her, so there was no need to worry about Carol's safety. If nothing else happened, wouldn't Dumbledore be there? Mike wouldn't believe that Dumbledore would just sit back and watch Carol.

The son died during the game.

Endless flames spurted out from the tip of Mike's staff. The flames shot into the air quickly gathered under Mike's control, and soon formed a huge fireball above Mike's head.

After the fireball was formed, Mike did not stop casting spells. Instead, he increased the magic output, and more flames poured into the fireball above Mike's head.

However, the strange thing is that as more and more flames are added, the huge fireball does not continue to grow, but begins to shrink. At the same time, as the fireball shrinks smaller and smaller, the color of the flame also becomes smaller and smaller.

deep.

"No! He plans to use the one from last time!"

Snape roared in the audience and drew out his wand. He had already made up his mind to terminate the game forcibly.

Yes, what Mike used was the compressed fireball he had used in the battle with Cedric. Professor Flitwick had sternly warned him not to use this spell again, otherwise the magic would be out of control and cause the fireball to explode.

Explodes in Mike's hand.

However, after experiencing the Ravenclaw Trial, Mike's magic control has skyrocketed. At this moment, such highly dangerous spells are nothing to Mike.

The magic power in Mike's body was consumed rapidly, 90%, 80%, 70%...

When only 30% of the magic power in his body was left, Mike finally exhaled and stopped the magic power output. At this time, the fireball had shrunk to the size of a basketball, and showed an almost transparent and strange color.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The familiar heartbeat sound came from the fireball. The fireball, which exuded a sense of terrifying oppression, fell off the tip of the staff with a pop and flew towards Carol at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"It's over, Senior Carol."

Carol's heart felt cold as she stared blankly at the concentrated fireball flying towards her.

Although the above description is very complicated, in fact it is only a short second from when Mike starts casting the spell to when the fireball flies out. In such a short time, in Carol's current state, she can even release a spell to harass Mike.

If not, let alone avoid it.

And hiding is useless. Not to mention that Mike can use his mental power to control the flight trajectory of the fireball. Even if Carol is not directly hit by the fireball, the fireball explosion will blow her into powder.

Looking at Carol who was stunned, Snape had the intention to kill Carol.

"How long are you still in a daze? What a troll brain!" Snape was thinking fiercely in his heart, "Damn it, you can't use Apparition within the scope of Hogwarts, otherwise one Apparition can catch her out.

Yeah! It looks like I can only use that one, what an idiot!"

Thinking like this, Snape's figure quickly turned into a black mist and flew towards Carol at high speed.

This is a spell invented by Voldemort that allows the wizard to turn into black mist and move. This method of movement is not only extremely fast, but also gives the caster the ability to fly.

But because Voldemort used this curse as a reward and taught it to his subordinates, the Death Eaters, in large numbers, this curse also became the symbol of the Death Eaters. Once used, it shows that the caster was once a Death Eater.

Disciple. In this current situation where everyone wants to beat the dark wizard, Snape will be despised if he uses this kind of curse.

But Snape believed that the life of the girl on the field was obviously more important than being discriminated against.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall was not idle either.

Although she did not rush to the field like Snape, she used the transformation technique to create several stone walls in front of Carol, hoping to block Mike's attack.

However, Mike's attack is not that easy to block.

Almost as soon as the stone wall appeared, Mike's fireball passed through the first stone wall.

That's right, it went through, not exploded.

Mike's fireball did not touch the stone wall at all. It only relied on the heat of the fireball itself to melt a large hole in the stone wall. Then the fireball quickly passed through the hole without even the slightest pause.

"No! It's too late!"

Snape, who was speeding towards Carol, secretly screamed something bad, glanced reluctantly at Carol, who was still in a daze, hesitated for a while, and then changed direction and flew towards the sky.

He is just cold-faced and warm-hearted, but he is not a brainless Virgin. Faced with this irreversible situation, he has no intention of experiencing the feeling of being blown up to the sky.

Besides, it’s Carol’s fault, isn’t it?

The first wall, the second wall..., until the fourth stone wall, the fireball finally exploded. At this time, the fireball was only more than ten meters away from Carol.

A dazzling white light flashed from the field, so bright that it eclipsed the stars in the sky. The audience in the stands couldn't bear it and covered their eyes with their hands.

A moment later, a loud noise was belatedly heard. Along with the earth-shattering noise, countless gravels rose into the sky like an overwhelming sandstorm, hitting the protective cover at the top of the arena, making a crisp clanging sound.

The violent explosions dissipated endlessly, and the entire amphitheater was shaking violently. Scarlet flames bloomed in the thick smoke, like flowers from the other side that symbolized hell, with an indescribable beauty.

That wasn't the end of it. Perhaps because they were unwilling to bloom in the thick smoke, the flowers of the other side of the world made of flames spread quickly. After a while, the entire competition venue except the open space where Mike was standing became a sea of ​​flames.

Countless tongues of fire were twisting crazily on the field, and as the flames burned the air made a huge whistling sound, as if countless Balrogs were roaring in a hell made of flames.

The spectators in the stands were already stunned speechless by the huge explosion. Some of the timid ones even hid under their seats. They obviously had no confidence in the protective shield in the arena.

"Merlin! This is too scary. Is he really only in the second grade?" After a while, a senior student who had regained consciousness exclaimed.

"Oh God! Senior Carol, could it be..., wuwuwu!" a Muggle-born girl said before bursting into tears.

Unlike the panicked spectators in the stands, Snape, who was floating in mid-air with his lower body still covered in black mist, was staring at a corner in the sea of ​​fire expressionlessly, without any trace of the anxious look he had before.