harry potter book of crimes

"There are many obstacles!"

While retreating with all his strength, Ron waved his wand and cast an obstacle spell, blocking the "human-shaped fireball" that was flying towards him.

In fact, if the opponent didn't have the magic flames from the Lihuo Bottle, his magic spell might have been able to block him for a while. But now, when the terrifying blue flames touched the power of the obstacle spell, they immediately flew very fast.

The earth consumed the magic power within it.

In just two or three seconds, before Ron could even take a few steps back, he saw that the dark wizard wrapped in flames had gotten rid of the invisible resistance and was running again.

"ah"

Perhaps it was the pain of being burned by the demonic flames that made him howl while running, as if this would make him feel a little more relaxed.

"Why bother? Is this guy... even willing to risk his life for that Haierbo?"

Ron obviously didn't understand the dark wizard's fanaticism. But in such a critical situation, he didn't have the leisure to be confused about this kind of thing.

"go!"

This time, Ron finally stopped reciting the incantation when casting the spell, because what he wanted to use right now was just a floating spell.

"boom!"

A prayer chair next to the aisle was lifted up by magic and smashed towards the opponent's face.

But to be honest, he originally just wanted to force the opponent to block the chair, thinking that he would buy more time to retreat. But who knew, the chair actually hit the opponent's head accurately, directly smashing him into pieces.

He leaned back and fell to the ground with a "plop".

"Um?"

Ron was suddenly startled, and his feet paused involuntarily.

Because he saw that not only did the chair actually hit the guy, but the guy didn't even get back up in time after he lay on his back.

Wrapped in the blue flame, the opponent twitched slightly and struggled on the ground for a few times, and then suddenly became silent.

"Burned to death?" Ron said to himself in astonishment, "Let me tell you! If you play like this, you will really die. How can something developed by Maka be something that ordinary people can resist?"

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the changes at the door from the corner of his eye. It could be seen that the flames spreading on the ground over there had begun to weaken, and they were probably going to be completely extinguished soon.

Run quickly! If you don't run now, are you still waiting for those dark wizards to rush in in droves?

He didn't think much about it, turned around, threw his legs and ran towards the stairs.

However, Li Huo Ping's flame went out much faster than he imagined. When the magic power of the flame was completely exhausted, in just a blink of an eye, the fire turned from strong to weak, and disappeared completely in a few seconds.

.

And at the next moment, the dark wizards who had been waiting impatiently outside the door rushed into the church.

Not only had Lihuo Bottle burned several of their companions to death, but when they tried to use other magic spells to eliminate the flames blocking the way, none of them succeeded. Until now, they had already accumulated a lot of anger in their hearts.

So now that they have the opportunity, why don't they try their best to give Ron a good look?

When Ron was halfway down the stairs, he saw a dark wizard coming to the middle aisle of the church and waving his wand in his direction.

"boom!"

An explosion exploded on the handrail of the staircase that Ron had just run over, and a gap was blown out of the staircase. The sudden explosion was so close that a layer of cold sweat broke out on Ron's back.

He didn't look back because he knew that all he could do now was "run as fast as possible".

It's a pity that things don't always work out as expected. At this moment, Ron just hoped that he could run up to the second floor and talk about other things, but fate seemed to be deliberately teasing him, preventing him from even having such a small wish.

Neither can be achieved.

"Bang! Boom"

When the second and third explosive spells landed on the stairs one after another, blasting the stairs full of holes, he only felt a tremor under his feet.

The next second, a soft "click" was heard, and the excessive damage caused the stair structure to collapse instantly. Amidst the rumble, Ron felt his feet suddenly empty before he could continue running.

The stairs are collapsing!

"drink!"

At that moment, he subconsciously shouted softly, grabbed the remaining stone steps that collapsed in front of him in time, and hung himself in mid-air.

Although it is difficult to climb up, it is better than falling down directly. The dark wizards below are all gathering here!

In this case, Ron, who was hanging in the air, instantly became a living target.

"Bang."

He reluctantly waved the wand in his hand and blocked a particularly accurate spell. But perhaps because the movement was a little too large, his left hand that was holding the stairs slipped a little unexpectedly.

If he falls at this time, let alone whether he will be injured, even if he can stand firm on the ground, he will definitely face the siege of the dark wizard.

"hateful!"

Another spell was directed at Ron's location. When the fire was about to touch his body, he saw him raising his staff to meet it again. This time, he finally failed to be as lucky as before.

"boom!"

Even though he managed to withstand the explosion, he still felt a burning pain in the arm holding the stick. The flames of the explosion burned his entire arm. As soon as he felt the pain, his left hand that was holding on to the broken ladder could no longer hold firmly, and suddenly loosened it.

Come on.

"ah"

Ron let out a low cry, and the feeling of falling made him temporarily forget even the burning pain on his arms, and then he fell heavily into the pile of rocks on the ground with a "bang".

Needless to say, those were just broken pieces of masonry that fell down after the stairs were blown down.

"Well……"

To be honest, the height Ron fell to was not that high, but the rocks under his body broke several of his ribs. Now that he was lying on the ground, even breathing became extremely painful.

But even though he had experienced the pain of the flames and fractures, his severely burned right hand still held onto his wand tightly and never dropped it.

"Thunderbolt...explosion..."

Ron, who was seriously injured, gritted his teeth and raised his head, waved his wand and recited the spell. Maybe it was because his unsteady breathing disrupted his rhythm, or maybe his burned right hand was shaking slightly due to pain, and he was stunned by this explosive spell.

It couldn't be released.

"Are you going to die?"

He failed to cast the spell successfully, but the dark wizards who quickly surrounded him pointed their wands at him with different expressions. The tips of several of them already lit up with the brilliance of magic reaction.

Then, he saw a blazing flame shooting straight towards his face.

"die!"