harry potter book of crimes

The strength of the Black Death is related to the original magic power of the creature, so the strength of each Black Death is different. Among the Black Deaths that Maka is dealing with, the strongest is the one that appeared at the beginning

That's a big guy.

If Maka guessed correctly, this guy whose speed and strength were much higher than other Black Deaths should be the werewolf Leni wanted to "meet"—Fenrir Greyback.

As one of the magical creatures, werewolves possess a magical power that is completely different from that of wizards. But there is no doubt that, like other magical creatures, they also contain a unique magical power within their bodies.

That is the source of their power and the source of energy required for transformation.

As for Fenrir Greyback, as the most notorious werewolf today, his magical power obviously far exceeds that of his other companions.

But even so, when facing a wizard like Maka who has mastered the power of rules, his shortcomings soon became apparent.

"wipe out."

After an indifferent growl, the opponent burst out at an astonishing speed in an instant, and the black energy all over his body pulled out a long tail in the air and rushed straight towards Maka's front.

Maka waved her magic wand, and the extremely cold air spread out again. He himself stepped on the magic book and gently dodged to the side, using his extremely fast reaction to avoid the opponent's impact.

The next moment, blue light flashed on his wand again, and the beam of light spurted out and quickly swept towards the opponent's back.

Fenrir's senses were very keen, and this natural combat intuition made him suddenly rise two feet, narrowly avoiding Maka's counterattack.

However, he didn't completely avoid it.

White frost spread on his calves, the cooling effect continued to spread, and even the black air on his body seemed to have faded a bit.

But Fenrir didn't seem to be aware of it. He relied on the Black Death's flying ability and kept moving at high speed to avoid the upward pursuit of the light beam.

After a few seconds, the light beam dissipated, and Fenrir immediately retreated.

The rest of the Black Deaths were still attacking Maka as if they were desperate for their lives. Although their attack could be said to be unorganized, their fearless and crazy posture made up for the shortcomings.

Fenrir obviously got an invisible cover.

He stayed in mid-air, his head covered by black air lowered slightly, as if he was looking at the injury on his calf.

No, it's not just the calves.

The pale and pale frost was constantly eroding, had spread to his thighs, and was still climbing up.

"give up."

Fenrir pointed his fingers together into a knife, and suddenly dropped it.

Under the unusually strong force, one leg was cut off almost completely, but no blood seeped out from the wound, only the continuously churning black energy lingered around it.

The leg fell from mid-air, and the part that had been swallowed up by the white color fell into pieces of ice with a crack under the impact of the fall.

Immediately afterwards, Fenrir, who seemed to be unaware, suddenly raised his head and stared at Maka in front of him.

"wipe out."

Before he finished speaking, he burst out at a speed that was slightly faster than before, almost turning into a black straight line crossing the air.

"Well?"

Macca frowned slightly, stepped aside again, accurately drew a half circle with the wand in his hand, and moved a few feet to the side with the force of his impact.

But at this moment, an inexplicably powerful force suddenly appeared from the side of Maka. He was still an ordinary Black Death disciple, and an astonishing wave of magic power erupted in an instant.

"Voldemort?"

This timing was indeed very accurate, it was the moment when Maka used her strength to dodge.

However, a group of black flames suddenly surged up and turned into a black fireball that hit Maka's back with great force. It contained extremely terrifying power.

Maka is in a state of "concentration", but no matter how fast her reaction speed is, it will be in vain if her body cannot keep up.

He only had time to lift the wand behind him, and ice-blue light flowed behind him, transforming into a crystal clear shield.

But under the impact of the menacing black fireball, cracks appeared in the shield almost instantly, and then Maka was suddenly smashed to the ground under a huge impact.

"Voldemort doesn't even want to lose face anymore?"

Only such a thought flashed through his mind, and the next moment, he was knocked into the stone steps on the ground without any tricks, stirring up countless stone chips and dust.

"Hmph, hum, hahaha...McLean!"

In mid-air, Voldemort, who was originally disguised as an ordinary Black Death disciple, waved away the black energy all over his body, revealing his true face.

"Taste the taste of death!"

He obviously had no intention of letting go of this opportunity to pursue the victory. As soon as he spoke, he rushed towards the rock pit created by Maka again, and a ball of intense black flame ignited in his hand.

"boom!"

Voldemort condensed black flames in his palm, and struck it down with a particularly violent attitude in the mid-air near the stone pit. The black flames instantly turned into a flaming meteor, which suddenly landed in the center of the stone pit.

Then there was a violent explosion, and black flames exploded with the stone pit as the center.

The terrifying power of this blow caused the entire hall to shake slightly, and even a piece of dust fell rustlingly from the ceiling.

"First you, then Dumbledore... Oh, and that Lockhart! After I finish you off one by one, who else in the British wizarding world will be my opponent?"

Although he spoke arrogantly, Voldemort's eyes were still staring at the dusty stone pit, and a black flame once again condensed in his palms.

He couldn't be careless about the kid in front of him.

Quiet! Very quiet! As if Maka was really dead, there was no movement at all.

After a while, the smoke and dust in the stone pit gradually settled, and Voldemort's expression suddenly became stiff.

In that deep pit filled with stone debris, there was not even a single figure!

"How can it be?"

He narrowed his eyes and kept wandering inside and outside the stone pit, scanning every inch of space in the hall, but still found nothing.

"come out!"

Voldemort suddenly swung out the black flames in his hand, sweeping through the entire hall like a hurricane, and the roaring sound could not be heard for a while.

But when those black flames rolled through the arch in the center of the hall, more than half of it was immediately missing.

Voldemort looked at the seemingly ordinary arch with surprised eyes. The black curtains were still fluttering gently, without any damage.

At this moment, a beam of ice-blue light shot out from the right rear of Voldemort, and the biting cold air caused a layer of snow-white frost to form wherever it passed.

Voldemort's face suddenly tightened, and a layer of lingering black energy rose up all over his body, and he suddenly flew up. But before he could fly high, he was hit by the beam of light that was lifted up.

The black energy around him immediately dissipated a lot, and his whole body was hit against the wall by the impact.

It was at this moment that the wall he hit suddenly turned into a giant hand, gripping Voldemort's body tightly and swinging it for half a circle, and then violently threw him towards the arch.

The giant hand turned from black rock was very powerful. With just such a flick, Voldemort flew towards the black curtain on the arch at an extremely fast speed.

Three more feet... two feet... one foot...

In just the blink of an eye, Voldemort was almost touching that strange black curtain!

"Bang!"

Perhaps it was just a few inches off. Voldemort reacted in time and decisively turned into a puff of black energy, which dissipated the moment he was about to touch the forbidden object.

At the other end of the hall, Maka stood with a hunched back among the ruins of stones and dust, holding on to the damaged stone steps with one hand, and still holding the wand steadily with the other hand without any trembling.

He shook his head with a little regret, and then the wand lit up again, and the tip of the wand was pointing at the last Black Death apostle abandoned by Voldemort—Fenrir Greyback.

At the same time, Fenrir, who had not made any movement, turned his head slightly, and then, as if he had received some order, he leapt into a ball of black flame and flew towards the door of the hall.

Maka waved her hand, and the ice-blue light beam burst out again, hitting his back before he rushed out of the hall.

The duration of the light beam this time was particularly short. It almost only flickered for a moment and then dissipated immediately.

After all, Maka's magic power is somewhat insufficient. It is very close to its limit now, and he needs to leave some strength in case of any eventuality.

Although Fenrir tried to avoid it, he was unable to avoid it this time. The black energy on his body immediately dissipated and his whole body was frozen.

"Ahem..."

Maka coughed twice violently, then took a deep breath, forcing herself to endure her physical discomfort. Then she took out a bottle of magic potion from her waist, pulled out the cork and drank it.

After taking a breath for a moment, he glanced towards the archway one last time, and then walked slowly and silently towards the entrance of the hall.

…

"Ding dong ding dong——"

In the old Black house, as the doorbell jingled, Sirius's mother once again let out a piercing scream.

"Who is ringing the doorbell again?" Sirius's anger was ignited again, "How many times have I told them? How many times!"

Sirius, who was sorting out reports with Lupine in the reception room, suddenly stood up and walked angrily to the hall.

"Who is coming this time?" Ron asked curiously, "Don't no one come at this time every day? Everyone has their own things to do..."

"We just need to be ourselves and don't worry about so much!" Hermione glared at Ron and said, "Hurry up and memorize the notes I lent you - if you want to make progress, you can't be lazy!"

"Of course! Of course!" Ron nodded quickly, then leaned on the table and looked at a thick notebook.

"...Maclean?" Sirius's annoyed voice came faintly from the hall, "I've never seen you ring the doorbell before, looking for trouble?"