harry potter book of crimes

It rained really just like that. It wasn't that unexpected, after all, many people had already noticed signs of a change in the weather.

However, the force of this rain did not seem to be as heavy as everyone thought, but it was just misty and drifting down from the sky.

The wind was still blowing, coming from the east in waves, disturbing the rain in the sky.

At this time, Delphi was naturally still standing on the ice bird's back, but the remaining giant ice bird itself was always emitting cold air, making the temperature of the area where it was located very low.

So, I saw it flying through the air carrying Delphi, and the raindrops it passed turned into ice crystals. It seemed to have pulled out a line of snow between the sky and the earth, which became increasingly hazy and dim because of the rain.

Colored winding ribbon.

On the other side, the flame dragon summoned by Blois was just the opposite. The rainwater falling from the sky was immediately evaporated by the high temperature when it fell around it, making the air full of steam.

Blois, who was not far away, turned his head and glanced at his flame dragon, then raised his head and looked at the thick clouds above - it would be fine if it only rained, no matter how heavy the rain was, it wouldn't be enough.

To destroy the rule-based flaming dragon, even if it is directly soaked into the sea, it will not be a problem.

What worries Blois right now is actually the cause of the rain.

To be honest, this rain, this wind, everything in this world... seems to have suddenly become a little unnatural, which will inevitably make a series of knowledgeable and thoughtful people such as Blois and Sarah feel strange.

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As for Delphi who suddenly remembered his trip to London, it can only be said to be an accident.

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"Why did it suddenly start raining?"

While Mr. Blois, Delphi and others at the stronghold were secretly alert for the rain that would fall at any moment, Harry, who was waiting for the opportunity in the room to the west of the stronghold, suddenly stepped out of the chair by the window.

He stood up suddenly.

He could also detect the unusual nature of this rain. Even because he always had a keen intuition about the coming danger, at this moment, just an indescribable feeling of depression could make him immediately raise all his concerns.

A heart of caution.

Not long after, Harry was seen hurriedly approaching the door, holding the hilt of Gryffindor's sword tightly, and pushing the door open. He only hesitated for a moment while looking at the stronghold in front of the door, and soon rushed in with a focused gaze.

In the rain and fog.

The rain was still not falling heavily at this moment, it was just dense enough to gradually wet his robes. Of course, Harry didn't care much.

You can see that Harry is running very fast.

From the moment he decided to return to the battlefield, he would never change any decision he made. It was obvious that he did not hesitate any more and acted very decisively - even he himself knew that running out purely based on intuition, in this moment and a half

It seemed that nothing happened to him at the moment. But he still didn't think about it too much. In short, it would definitely not be wrong to go to the stronghold and continue to kill some living corpses first.

He just needs to be more careful, at least he won't be knocked unconscious by an inadvertent explosion like before.

With this thought in his mind, Harry, who was running wildly, took out another flying broomstick, turned over and rode it high into the sky - in the previous accident, his Firebolt seemed to have landed in a pile of living corpses.

, most of them have already been trampled to pieces by those guys.

Fortunately, he still has a spare.

But at the moment when Harry was approaching the group of living corpses surrounding the stronghold and was about to swoop down, a clear and sharp shout suddenly penetrated the heavy rain curtain and came from the east.

"...Mr. Blois...be careful of sneak attacks..."

The sound was mixed in the wind and rain, making it seem a little unstable, and Harry was also a little far away from there at the moment. However, he still heard it clearly.

"Sneak attack?"

While subconsciously repeating the word, his body started to move instinctively.

At that moment, Harry, who had already pressed the broom handle and flew down, suddenly spun up again, clinging to the silver barrier above the stronghold, and quickly headed towards the battlefield on the other side.

Rush away.

Maybe he was flying at high speed, and even if the rain and fog were light, it would still affect his vision when hitting his face. He simply hooked his right leg back and put it on the tail of the broom to control the flight direction, thus freeing up his left hand.

He took out his wand and stretched it forward.

In an instant, the oncoming rain was blocked by a barrier spell, and Harry held the wand in one hand and the sword in the other, riding his broom and falling towards the east like a shooting star.

When he flew to the top of the barrier, he finally saw clearly the current situation on the battlefield on the east side.

There is no doubt that Delphi's previous shout was a correct reminder, because Harry had already seen a strange figure in the air not far from Blois.

Speaking of which, Blois is proficient in regular magic due to family inheritance. Although he is also familiar with modern spells, he has studied and practiced the ancient magic passed down from his family since he was a child, and he is much more familiar with it.

And what he uses to make himself fly out of thin air is the manipulation of airflow...that is, "wind".

Although in the inheritance of the Blois family, summoning and sealing magic are obviously the most powerful and practical, there are not many wizards who can use them nowadays - at least Delphi, who is not far away, is also good at summoning.

Based on this calculation, among the many wizards in the world, Blois is the only one who can master the rules of air flow.

That's right, this is something that even Maka has never been exposed to.

But now, Blois discovered that there is a "person" who seems to be better at controlling airflow to fight than him - oh no, that is not a "person", but a living corpse!

"Shua——"

Suddenly, an extremely sharp arc-shaped airflow suddenly hit him from behind. If Delphi hadn't warned him in time, he might not have been able to escape.

While his scalp was numbing slightly, Blois controlled the strong wind swirling around him and moved sideways, narrowly avoiding the blade-like airflow.

The wind blade actually didn't fly very far - the characteristics of the gas rules meant that it couldn't last too long after being out of control. After splitting a curtain of rain, it quickly dissipated behind Blois.

However, Blois didn't have time to look back to confirm, he just stared at the figure that sneaked up on him.

He must admit that he was indeed shocked just now. But what surprised him was not the sharpness of the wind blade, but that the other party was able to deceive his perception and come so close to him quietly.

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This guy is definitely unusual!