A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Heh, a broken fireball, you still want to defeat my black magic?" Kovis looked at the flame and smiled disdainfully.

However, he didn't know that the fireball in front of him was not simply burning. Perhaps, he simply couldn't understand what the fireball technique was.

Fireball has a complex and exquisite structure, which contains the mage's deep understanding of elemental magic. Different from jet flames such as dragon's breath and hellfire, to make a fireball, you must first condense the free fire elements.

Then, use exquisite magic control to lock it in a specific structure and shape it into a stable spherical shape.

The entire fireball contains only pure fire elements and does not involve any physical matter. Otherwise, it would not be called fireball, but would be more appropriately called meteorite or meteor shower. In the words of Rogge's previous life, this process is called rubbing fireballs.

At first, the fireball will be small. As the mage's understanding of elemental magic continues to deepen, the structure of the fireball continues to be optimized. The fireball in his hand will get bigger and bigger... until one day, the fireball evolves into Pyroblast.

"go!"

Rogge waved his arm violently, and the fireball flew toward the bone-melting monster with a whoosh.

Even though it's small, it's cute. But it carried a powerful impact and hit the bone melting monster's bone armor hard.

In an instant, the explosion blast swept across. The huge bone melting monster was blown into pieces, and the bones were scattered everywhere.

"This... what the hell is this!" Covis witnessed the destruction of the Bone Melting Monster and screamed in disbelief, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Damn it, get up!" He lay on the ground and yelled angrily.

He threw the broken bones scattered around him and kept chanting magic spells, trying to reorganize the bone-melting monster.

With his unremitting efforts, the scattered bones shook again and began to be assembled. Contaminated skeletons from the outside world rolled in at the same time, and a new bone-melting monster was taking shape.

"Oh, quite tenacious." Rogge felt a little regretful.

"There's no monster that fireballs can't deal with. If one doesn't work, then five."

It's a pity that he is the only one here who knows the fireball technique, and Corvis cannot witness the power of the Five Fireball God Cult.

boom! boom! boom……

As explosions sounded, Rogge kept throwing fireballs at the struggling bone-melting monster. Explosive impacts blew it into pieces, and the flames engulfed the broken bones.

There are fewer and fewer materials in the stone chamber for the reconstruction of the Bonemelting Monster. Even if there are external materials to supplement it, the Bonemelting Monster becomes smaller and smaller and worse.

"Many obstacles!"

Rogge was a little disappointed with the performance of the bone melting monster, and cast the spell behind him without looking back.

The bones coming from other tomb passages were blocked by invisible forces, and they collided together layer by layer, completely sealing this tomb passage.

On the other side, Jessica gradually gained the upper hand against the old witch.

The beams emitted by the wands collided together, and strong energy fluctuations continued to tear the air apart.

The old witch was too old, and the expression on her face was ferocious and twisted, fighting desperately against Jessica's spell.

boom!

A huge crash echoed in the stone chamber.

The old witch couldn't resist, and Jessica's spell hit her chest. She was immediately blown away by the force of the impact and hit the wall, letting out a scream.

"Avada bites the big melon!" Jessica quickly cast a spell, and the deadly green beam passed through the old witch's body.

She suddenly lost her breath and died in the corner like a humble, disgusting toilet rat. Jessica breathed a sigh of relief and turned to kill Kovis.

Suddenly, the smell of death became stronger, as if someone had thrust burnt wood into the nasal cavity. The flame of the candle instantly shrunk to the size of a grain of rice, and a terrifying and depressing aura and darkness surrounded him from all directions.

"It's hell! It's hell!" Corvis cowered up in fear, and then said ecstatically, "There must be a gate to hell here! There must be one!..."

Darkness slowly gathered, revealing a long, thin shadow on the wall. The shadow spreads from the bottom of the wall to the ceiling, like the charcoal strokes on the wall, which is elusive.

There is clearly something here, even the dim light can cast its shadow. But from beginning to end, they didn't see the shadow's owner.

There was a suffocating atmosphere surrounding them, and darkness and silence trapped them like a cage.

This unspeakable being seemed to reach out and grab everyone by the throat. They stared at the scythe raised by the shadow, feeling breathless.

Fortunately, the target of the sickle is not a living person, but an old witch who has passed away. The sickle ruthlessly cut off 21 grams of her body weight. This number exactly corresponds to the weight of the soul.

"The legendary God of Death?" Rogge stared at the shadow on the wall, feeling uneasy.

That shadow, its owner, an invisible presence. It suddenly appeared here, with an unspeakable majesty and terror.

The wizard is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of it. They feel the huge gap between life and death, and it seems that they can never escape this fateful ending.

Roger couldn't help but tighten his wand. Not long ago, he had embraced the invisibility cloak in his arms. I didn't expect to see the giver of the Deathly Hallows so soon.

The Elder Wand is an elder tree that was broken casually; the Resurrection Stone is a stone that was picked up casually; the Invisibility Cloak is a cloak that can avoid the sight of death.

Thinking of this, Rogge burst out laughing. Even Dumbledore could detect the invisibility cloak, let alone only Dumbledore?

If the record in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" is true, Roger is more willing to believe that it is the promise of Death: As long as the third child always wears the cloak of invisibility, Death will not take his life.

He suddenly moved, and when the shadows began to dissipate, he used the magic spell: Divine Blade Shadowless!

The magic beam penetrated old Covis's eyebrows, leaving a little red mark. This sinister and shrewd old crow died quietly in the catacombs of Paris.

The shadows on the wall took shape again, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and the air began to freeze.

A hooded figure stood in front of Corvis, holding a scythe and muttering to himself: "A dark soul, full of blood and sin."

Just wave the sickle gently to draw a beautiful arc. Old Corvis' soul separated from his body and became a plaything in the hands of death.

He took out the old witch's soul and turned to Jessica: "A good sacrifice, you can get my reward. As the God of Death, I can fulfill any of your wishes."

"Son?" Jessica's voice was slightly trembling. She stared at the other person in disbelief, "Is he really the God of Death?"

Rogge nodded and asked him to greet the other party: "Like in the legend?"

"Legend?" The voice in the hood was low and profound, "All legends are ancient facts. Which one are you asking about?"

"The Legend of Three Brothers Crossing the River."

"Oh~" The God of Death nodded slightly, and his mysterious voice sounded, "Three brothers crossing the river was a symbolic encounter. They defeated death and received a reward."

The darkness in the hood was like a dead abyss, staring at Rogge: "Oh? You are the owner of that wand."