A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Shouldn't villains talk more? Shouldn't they ask how Rex died?" Rogge cursed in his heart, watching two deadly green lights flying from left to right, like poisonous snakes seeking life.

Subject to the rules of magic, ordinary wizards are almost unable to resist the Unforgivable Curse. He didn't have the Elder Wand or the Phoenix, so he could only get out of the way quickly.

"So cruel." Rogge rolled over with a snap. He didn't want to challenge the magic rules and meet the God of Death.

Two green lights crossed at Rogge's original position, and then hit the oil painting, burning out two big holes. The decayed furniture in the alchemy workshop was like a fortress made of sand, shattered into powder in an instant.

"Haha..." Ilya's eyes lit up. He didn't expect the kid in front of him to be so shameless and just get out without caring about the wizard's dignity.

However, there was no contempt but appreciation in his eyes. The wizard's fight was not an affectionate duel in the arena, but a zero-sum game of life and death.

The so-called dignity and glory will only slow down the wizard's actions, and then he will die at the hands of the opponent and become a withered skeleton that no one cares about.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that you have to die here, kid." Ilya sighed in his heart, but the movement of the wand was not slow at all.

"Ilya, suppress him." Karl ordered.

"Understood!" Ilya took a few steps forward. He was a duelist of the Thunderbirds, and his spell was steady and fast.

The two of them worked together, temporarily giving up the Unforgivable Curse. They cooperated with each other to continuously release magic spells, using high-frequency attacks to compress Rogge's area of ​​activity, leaving him no chance to resist.

Then there was one that was torn apart, one that was all petrified, and one that was Expelliarmus. Curses flew like lasers, colorful and smelling of death.

Rogge had no time to cast the spell and could only rely on his body skills to dodge. These two dark wizards showed no respect for martial arts and came to sneak attack me, a first-year wizard.

Is this good? This is not good!

Rogge really wanted to advise the two people on the opposite side to take care of themselves and reflect on it! Don't let him have his hands free! However, he was now hopping around like a embarrassed rabbit and was quickly cornered.

Seeing that Rogge had nowhere to escape, the two men showed cruel and bloodthirsty smiles on their faces.

boom!

Another spell passed under the hem of Rogge's clothes, and a black hole was instantly burned out of the large school robe.

"Kid, the wilderness is no place for you." Karl sneered and cast the spell. The kid who killed Rex still had two brushes, and he was able to persist until now.

Rogge hated his wizard robe. The clothes were baggy and bulky, making it difficult to move around. They were only suitable for staying in the city.

What about the other party?

They wore light black coats and fingerless gloves. The gloves were still solidified, and the wand flew over. With a wave of his hand, the wand appeared in his hand. The entire outfit is light and agile, allowing the wizard to move freely without being restricted by clothing.

Suddenly, a magic spell flew from Elijah's wand. It was a disintegrating curse, and he released it silently under the cover of Karl.

"Silent casting? No!" Rogge was shocked. Are you two being too cautious? Why was he so unlucky to meet a high-quality dark wizard?

In fact, it was his decisiveness in killing that shocked both Karl and others. Not only was Reske killed by the kid in front of him, but he was also burned into dregs by fire.

The two dark wizards were still frightened by such cruel methods. Facing Rogge, naturally he acted as an adult wizard and attacked with all his strength, not giving him any chance.

"Fight!" Rogge said cruelly, taking a step forward and hitting the magic spell with his chest.

The two of them looked at this scene in confusion. Did the kid in front of them give up? Ready to commit suicide?

With a bang, the red magic light hit his chest hard. The wizard's robe was instantly torn into rags, but fortunately the anti-spell shirt underneath blocked the fatal blow. Rogge was knocked out, hit the wall hard and fell down.

"What!"

The expected appearance of the little wizard being torn apart did not appear, and he survived. The impact caused severe pain all over Rogge's body. He gritted his teeth and endured it. It was his turn to fight back.

Armor protection, flying sand and rocks, fluorescent flashes!

Rogge did not attack the opponent immediately, he wanted to ensure that he survived first.

With the blessing of the Heart of Elements, the elemental light spots floating in the air went riot. The power of the three magic spells is incomparable. Rogge clearly realized that there was a qualitative change in the magic spell.

The armor protector was put on the body, directly revealing a golden light shield. The flying sand and rocks created a sandstorm, which prevented the fluorescent flashing from reaching its maximum effect.

"Close your eyes, Karl!" Ilya closed his eyes quickly when he saw the flying sand and stones, just in time to avoid the fluorescent flash. Carl behind him was not so lucky and was blinded by the fluorescent flash.

"Grab my shoulders." Ilya backed away slowly, thankful that the opponent's flying sand and rocks provided cover for the two of them.

"Damn it, what's going on with this little wizard? Why is his spell so powerful!" Karl rubbed his eyes, his eyes turning white.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the strong wind blew sand and gravel into his mouth. Karl kept vomiting, wishing he could catch Rogge and torture him severely by cutting out his bones.

"Exit first!" Ilya pulled on his mask and slowly backed away with Karl.

The question now is not whether the little wizard can be killed, but whether they can survive. What if you have to escape?

Ilya turned his head and glanced at Karl. Sometimes you don't need to run away fast, you just need to run faster than your companions.

Rogge, who was caught in the flying sand and rocks, could not see the opponent clearly either. Fortunately, he was protected by armor, and the gravel, wind and sand were blocked out. He looked at the sandstorm filling the building and did not expect that the magic blessed by the Heart of Elements was so powerful.

"Is this ancient magic?" Rogge was very curious, but no one could help him answer.

Most attack spells take effect instantly, and it is extremely rare for them to work continuously. Now with the Heart of Elements, Rogge can empower himself to add power to ordinary spells at will, making them continue to take effect.

Seeing yellow sand and gravel everywhere in front of him, Rogge suddenly thought of the combination of magic spells. Use different spells to change the magic effects by superimposing their attributes.

For example, the flying sand and stone and fluorescent flashing just now conflict, which greatly reduces the effect of fluorescent flashing. But it proved that Rogge's idea was feasible.

"With such violent flying sand and rocks, coupled with clear water like a spring, wouldn't it be a mudslide?"

Ilya heard the rumbling sound in the sandstorm and secretly screamed: "Karl, catch me quickly!"

He got on his broomstick, conjured up a pair of goggles, grabbed Carl and flew to the ceiling.

"Collapse quickly!" Ilya pointed his wand at the ceiling, and as soon as he uttered the spell, the old ghost Bowman suddenly jumped out.

"Stop!" Old Bowman stood between the wand and the ceiling, trying to prevent the spell from breaking the roof. However, the curse went straight through its body and shattered the ceiling into pieces of varying sizes.

Clear water like a spring gushes out from the tip of Rogge's staff, sweeping away the flying sand and rocks. The wind and sand all over the sky died down in an instant, and the clear spring water turned into a rolling mudslide, breaking through all obstacles and pouring out of the alchemy workshop in a mighty manner.

"My wings!" Bowman exclaimed, and a pair of white wings fell from the ceiling.

"Fly wings!" Rogge rode his broom, grabbed the wings and flew out.

In the clear night sky, the waning moon reflected the Quidi Swamp silvery white. The alchemy workshop below was completely destroyed by a mudslide. The old ghost floated in front of Rogge and ordered him to return his wings.

"Damn it! Give it back to me!" The old ghost screamed, like a ghost screaming. Rogge quickly blocked his ears, still having a headache from the harsh sound.

Elijah didn't care about the rear. He put Karl behind him and fled around on the broom among the reeds. Karl is still blind and has to ride a broomstick with Ilya. Like ground dragons, they scurry back and forth among the reeds nimbly.

Old Bowman ignored the oil paintings in the ruins and chased after Rogge's broomstick, shouting at him to give his wings back.

"Is this the Wings of Icarus?" Rogge chased Elijah and Ilia on his broom, waving his hand to let the old ghost get out of the way.

"No, it's not the Wings of Icarus! That idiot who rushed towards the sun doesn't deserve to have my work named after him!" The old ghost glared at Rogge fiercely when he heard that he insulted his masterpiece.