harry potter book of crimes

What Thomas, who was hiding in the back kitchen of the restaurant, heard was not an explosion!

"boom"

When Charlie rode the fire dragon and landed heavily on the roof, there was a dull smashing sound, and bricks and rubble suddenly flew everywhere.

The roof was sloping, and for the fire dragon's grip, it was as crispy as a French mille-feuille. For this reason, Norberta flapped her wings and skidded on the roof several times before reluctantly clawing at it.

He stood firm on the brick edge.

What followed was a rather annoyed roar from her.

"Roar"

Xu Shiguang couldn't get enough of standing on the roof and yelling. Norberta lowered her head slightly and immediately found the figure passing by quickly on the street below. Then, a stream of blazing flames immediately spat out from her mouth.

Naturally, such a big movement cannot go unnoticed.

The black-eyed wizard, who was being chased by Harry in a circle and finally returned to this small street by some strange coincidence, immediately waved his backhand over his head, and the black matter that originally surrounded him instantly condensed above him.

An arc-shaped shield emerged.

But when the flame dragon's breath really fell towards him, he suddenly turned around and hurriedly dodged into the hole in the wall with the help of the shield.

The next moment, the flame, which was unusually eye-catching in the dark night, fell to the ground, burning the street into a charred pit.

"It's broken!" After seeing this, Charlie on the dragon's back immediately shouted to Harry, who was chasing him, "Go in quickly! The wounded wizard just now is inside!"

In fact, in order to prevent the black-eyed wizard from running there, Charlie asked Norberta to spray a stream of flames at the hole in the wall. But who knows, the guy still managed to get in!

"...I hope it's okay!"

Seeing that Harry quickly followed through the hole in the wall, Charlie, who was lying on the dragon's back and looking down, finally retracted his neck and muttered softly.

Judging from the current situation in London, those who are still walking around in the streets are more or less capable. Not to mention, he just saw clearly that the other party was injured and unable to move.

Suffering from it.

Therefore, in his opinion, even if he suddenly encounters the black-eyed wizard, the other party may not be able to save his life in a short period of time.

However... what should I say?

Charlie's guess was correct, but the actual situation was obviously quite different from his imagination.

…

"Bang!"

When a figure suddenly broke in through the hole in the wall, Thomas, who was already slow-tempered and a little slow, was stunned on the spot.

Who is here! Why does he appear with a background of flames?

Looking at the outside of the wall hole behind the other party, suddenly a fierce pillar of fire fell from the sky. Thomas could not react at all at this time. It was not until the other party stepped aside to avoid a stream of flames that splashed in from the outside.

He shuddered under the gaze of those black eyes.

No matter who that guy is, he is definitely not a good person.

"Expelliarmus!"

Thomas, who instantly felt the fatal threat, once again used the almost invincible disarming spell. Even if the opponent didn't have a weapon in his hand, it would be good to smash this guy out, wouldn't it?

But this time, the disarming spell that had helped him several times finally hit a wall, and it also encountered an arc-shaped "black wall".

"Tsk"

When the black-eyed wizard casually put up a black shield, the red arc of magic light also hit it. Suddenly, when the light particles flew away, this absolutely powerful disarming spell was completely

It was completely blocked, and it didn't even have the slightest impact on the opponent.

Then, at the moment when Thomas's spell was about to end and there was no time to do anything, a sharp black thorn flew towards him.

It's terrible!

Thomas didn't care about his image at all... Of course, he had never cared about his own image. When he saw him, he rolled to the side and avoided the fatal black thorn in a very ugly way.

Then, he subconsciously looked at the armchair he was sitting on before, only to find that the chair had been penetrated directly by black thorns and nailed to the wall.

Needless to say, if he hadn't escaped just now, he would have been strung up there with his chair now!

However, this is not the end.

Not long after the first black thorn pierced the wall, the second one immediately followed. At a loss, Thomas rolled over again before he could get up...

"Oops, it's too early!"

The next second this thought suddenly flashed through his mind, he had just turned to the side and felt a sharp pain in his left leg, and then he could no longer move that leg.

"ah"

Thomas was just an ordinary person, and he didn't have a strong temper. Right now, his left leg was pierced by a black puncture, and before the blood even had time to flow out, he couldn't help but grab the injured leg and started howling.

But then, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a third black thorn out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't scream out even though it was hurting. The fear of death made him suddenly calm down, and his mind felt like it was in the alley.

It always turned into a blank.

Until now, only a few seconds have passed since the black-eyed wizard broke in, and the flame dragon breath outside has not even completely dissipated.

"Are you finally going to die?"

Looking at the third black thorn that was about to end his life, it suddenly flew towards him, and its target was the chest and abdomen where he could not move at all.

"Well, why do I say 'finally'?"

In the field of vision, the black thorn gradually enlarged... Is it slowing down? Or is the moment before death always extremely long?

"Oh, yes! Logically speaking, I should have died long ago. It's only because of an inexplicable accident that I'm dragging my feet and living until now..."

Suddenly, the scene of him stoning a man to death flashed through Thomas' mind.

"Isn't it true that people review their lives before they die? Why do I only have this memory that I least want to recall when I get here?"

"Ah! That's right, I killed a person who couldn't resist... maybe this is retribution!"

No, that's not it! It was that guy who deserved it. That madman killed more people. I just wanted to protect more people!

Yes, I have to kill him, I have to kill him! I...

Thoughts flew through Thomas' mind one after another, either calmly or quibbling. And along with these thoughts, his spirit was getting closer and closer to a certain power hidden in his soul.

Finally, at the moment when the sharp black thorn was about to touch his chest, a black mist suddenly erupted from all parts of his body, shrouding his entire body.

Immediately, a muffled "clang" sound was heard spreading in the back kitchen, and the black thorn was slapped aside by him. The force of the blow was so strong that it even hit the wall.

Several cracks were made.

I think this was the case with the Black Death disciples under Voldemort. At the cost of losing the ability to cast spells, all the magic in the body was turned into energy to enhance physical strength. But unlike Voldemort's "half-baked", Thomas still maintained his ability to cast spells.

of clear consciousness.

Of course, this was the first time that the "arrogant" Rule Thomas was inspired, and it was obvious that he had not yet stabilized mentally. Those emotions just now had unknowingly turned into an urge to fight that was eager to be released.

"Roar"

At this moment, Maka was actually sitting on the old sofa nearby, watching this scene quietly.

This time, apart from secretly paying attention to the situation and planning to save Thomas' life if he failed to activate his energy, he did not make any other intervention.

So all of this was indeed accomplished by Thomas' own will.

As he rushed towards the black-eyed wizard with black energy all over his body, Maka glanced at the staff in his hand again. There was no doubt that the red light on the surface of the stone ball was once again strong, and it was trembling.

Thomas's changes continue to grow.

But Maka knew very well in her heart that no matter how much it trembled, it would never reach its limit. Because Thomas alone couldn't change too many things.

But...well, that's enough.

"boom!"

Suddenly a loud noise came from the front, Maka raised her eyes and saw that it was Thomas.

His fist filled with black mist was seen to have hit hard on the spherical shield that the black-eyed wizard had just propped up. With that huge force, he forcibly pushed the big black ball as tall as a person through the wall and flew out.

It was a coincidence that at almost the same time, Maka saw Harry rushing in through the previous hole in the wall with the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand.

When Harry found a figure covered in black mist running out of another hole that had just been created, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment before turning back and following him out.

When he returned to the street outside, he saw the dark unknown figure smashing an equally black big ball. The force of each hit was so strong that it seemed like the ground was shaking.

Although the black ball is still intact, it was smashed into the ground bit by bit by that guy like a pile driver.

To be honest, Harry knew about Voldemort's Dark Death Apostle. Not only did he know about it, he had also seen him, and he looked exactly like the guy not far away.

But it's a bit unclear whether the guy with the black smoke is a Black Death... If I had to say it, Voldemort had already been killed by Maka, so there might still be some kind of "Black Death"

"?

No matter what, the other party is currently beating the black-eyed wizard, which is what Harry is happy to see happen. So, at least for now...

"Maybe it's a good choice to calmly watch first?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head and looked at each other with Charlie on the roof.