Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Barriers!"

As Ron retreated, he waved his wand vigorously to cast an obstacle spell, blocking the "humanoid fireball" running towards himself in the way.

In fact, if there is no fiery flame in the opponent's body, his spell may stop it for a while. But now, when the terrible blue flame touches the power of the obstacle curse, it quickly consumes its magic power.

That was two or three seconds of work. Before Ron stepped back a few steps, he saw that the black wizard wrapped in flames had shaken off the invisible resistance and ran again.

"what--"

Perhaps it was the pain of being burned by the demon flame that made him howl while running, which seemed to make him a little easier.

"How hard is this? This guy ... for the sake of Haierbo, don't you even have to die?"

Ron clearly didn't understand the fanaticism of the dark wizard. But in these critical situations, he did not have the leisure to be confused about such things.

"go with!"

This time, Ron finally did not read out the mantra again when he cast the spell, because what he was going to use now was just a floating spell.

"boom!"

A prayer chair beside the aisle was magically lifted and smashed into the other's head.

But to be honest, he was just trying to force the other party to block the chair, thinking he was trying to get some time to step back. But who knows, the chair actually hit the opponent's forehead exactly, smashing it back to the back, and "thumped" and fell to the ground.

"Ok?"

Ron froze, and paused at his feet.

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

In Lan Yan's package, the other side twitched slightly on the ground, struggling a few times, and then suddenly lost his voice.

"Burned?" Ron whispered to himself, "Let's just say that! It will be really lifeless if you play like this-is it something that ordinary people can resist?"

But the voice did not fall, but the light in the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the change at the door. It can be seen that the flames spreading over the ground have begun to weaken, and I am afraid that they will soon be completely extinguished.

Hurry and run! Don't run at this time, are you still waiting for those black wizards to rush in in groups?

He didn't think about it any more, and turned his head away, and ran straight to the stairs.

However, the flame of the fire flask went out much faster than he imagined. When the magic power of the flame was completely exhausted, the fire turned from prosperity to decay in a blink of an eye, and disappeared completely within a few seconds.

At the next moment, the black wizards who had been waiting impatiently outside the door rushed into the church.

Just a few hours ago, the fire bottle burned away a few of their companions, but when they tried to use other spells to eliminate the blocking flames, none of them succeeded. Until now, their hearts had accumulated annoyed stomach.

So now that they have a chance, wouldn't they go all out to give Ron a good look?

As Ron ran halfway down the stairs, he saw that a black wizard had come to the aisle in the middle of the church and waved his wand at himself.

"boom!"

An explosion exploded on the handrail of the staircase Ron had just ran, and even the staircase was blown out of a gap. The sudden explosion was so close that Ron had a cold sweat behind him.

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

It is a pity that apparently unsatisfactory situations often occur. At this moment, Ron just hoped that he could quickly run up to the second floor and talk about the others, but his fate seemed to deliberately play tricks on him, so that he could not even achieve such a small wish.

"Bang! Boom--"

When the second and third explosion spells landed on the stairs one after another, and the stairs were blown up in succession, he felt only a trembling on his feet.

In the next second, a "click" sound was heard, and the excessive damage caused the staircase structure to collapse instantly. In a rumbling sound, Ron had no time to continue running, and felt his feet empty.

The stairs are going to collapse!

"drink!"

At that moment, he drank subconsciously, grabbed the remaining stone steps in front of his eyes very quickly, and hung himself in the air.

Although it is difficult to climb up, it is better than falling down directly-the black wizards below are all coming together here!

In this case, Ron suspended in the air instantly became a living target.

"Well."

He reluctantly waved the wand in his hand to block back a particularly accurate spell. But perhaps because of the slightly larger range of motion, he gripped the left hand of the stairs and slid coldly.

If it falls at this time, let alone a fall, even if he can stand on the ground, he will face the siege of the black wizard.

"hateful!"

Another curse pointed directly at Ron's location, and when the fire was about to touch his body, he saw him raise his rod again. This time, he finally failed to be as lucky as before.

"boom!"

Even if he managed to resist the explosion, he still felt a burning pain in his arm. The exploding flame burned his entire arm. As soon as he was in pain, his left hand holding the broken ladder was difficult to hold firmly, and he let loose.

"what--"

Ron whispered, and the feeling of falling caused him to forget even the burning pain in his arm for a while, and then he slammed into the rubble on the ground.

Needless to say, it was a piece of masonry that had just fallen off after the ladder was blown up.

"Uh……"

I have to say, in fact, Ron did not drop much, but the stones under him broke his ribs ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ lying on the ground, even breathing became abnormal. It was painful.

But even after experiencing the burning of the flames and the pain of fractures, his severely burned right hand still clutched at his magic wand, never falling.

"Thunderbolt ... explosion ..."

The severely wounded Ron gritted his teeth, raised his head, and waved his wand to read the spell. It may be because of the instability of breathing that disrupts the rhythm, or the burned right hand trembles slightly because of pain. His explosion curse failed to release.

"Are you going to die?"

He did not cast a spell successfully, but the black wizards who surrounded him quickly turned their wands at him with different looks, and the tips of several of them were already glowing with magical reactions.

Then he saw a fiery flame blasting towards his door.

"dead!"

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