Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Huh, it's really dangerous, Carol-senpai."

When he said this, Mike's tone in the first half of the sentence was still that kind of ridicule, but when he said the last few words, Mike's tone had completely cooled down.

Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. This famous saying that I don't know who said it is true.

Thinking like this, Mike swiped the magic wand holding the wand at will to fly away Carroll's unrepentant spell, and then Mike stopped talking nonsense with Carroll, and pointed the wand straight at the sky.

Mike is going to go all out. Anyway, there is a professor on the sidelines to protect him, so there is no need to worry about Carroll's safety. No matter how bad it is, isn't Dumbledore still there? Killing Mike can't believe that Dumbledore will sit and watch Carroll die in the game.

Endless flames spewed out from the tip of Mike's wand, and the flames shot into the air quickly gathered under Mike's control, and soon formed a huge fireball above Mike's head.

After the fireball was formed, Mike did not stop casting spells, but instead increased the magic power output, and more flames poured into the fireball above Mike's head.

However, the strange thing is that as more and more flames were added, the huge fireball did not continue to grow, but began to shrink. At the same time, as the fireball became smaller and smaller, the color of the flame became more and more deep.

"Not good! He's going to use the last one!"

Snape below the stage roared and drew his wand, he had already made up his mind to forcibly end the match.

That's right, what Mike used was the compressed fireball he used in the battle with Cedric. Professor Flitwick had sternly warned him not to use this spell again, otherwise the magic power might get out of control and the fireball would be in Mike's hands exploded.

However, after the Ravenclaw trial, Mike's magic control has skyrocketed. At this moment, this high-risk spell is nothing to Mike.

The magic power in Mike's body was quickly consumed, 90%, 80%, 70%...

When only 30% of the magic power in the body was left, Mike finally exhaled and stopped the magic power output. At this time, the fireball has shrunk to the size of a basketball, and it has a strange color that is almost transparent.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The familiar heartbeat sounded from the fireball, and the fireball with a terrifying and oppressive sound fell off the tip of the staff and flew towards Carroll at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"It's over, Carol-senpai."

Staring blankly at the concentrated fireball flying towards her, Carroll's heart was icy cold.

Although the above description is very complicated, it is actually only a short second from when Mike started casting the spell until the fireball flew out. In such a short time, in Carroll's current state, he even released a spell to harass Mike. If not, let alone avoid it.

And hiding is useless. Not to mention that Mike can use his mental power to control the flight path of the fireball. Even if Carroll is not directly hit by the fireball, the explosion of the fireball will blow her into powder.

Looking at the dumbfounded Carroll, Snape had the heart to kill Carroll.

"When are you still in a daze, what a troll brain!" Snape was thinking intensely in his heart, "Damn, you can't use Apparition within the Hogwarts range, or a single Apparition can pull her out. Now! It seems that I can only use that one, what a fool!"

Thinking like this, Snape's figure quickly turned into a black mist and flew towards Carroll at a high speed.

This is a spell invented by Voldemort, which can make wizards turn into black fog to move. This movement method is not only extremely fast, but also allows the caster to have the ability to fly.

But because Voldemort used this spell as a reward and gave a large number of professors to his men, the Death Eaters. So this spell also became a Death Eater's symbol, once used it indicated that the caster was once a Death Eater. In the current situation where dark wizards are shouting and beating, Snape will be cast aside for using such a spell.

But Snape believes that

Compared to being discriminated against, it is obviously the life of the girl on the court that is more important.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall was not idle either.

Although she didn't rush into the arena like Snape, she used polymorphism to create several stone walls in front of Carroll, trying to block Mike's attack.

However, Mike's attack is not so easy to block.

Almost as soon as the stone wall appeared, Mike's fireball passed through the first stone wall.

That's right, it goes through, not explodes.

Mike's fireball didn't touch the stone wall at all. Just relying on the heat from the fireball itself, it melted into a big hole in the stone wall, and then the fireball quickly passed through the hole without even pausing.

"Not good! It's too late!"

Snape, who was galloping towards Carroll, let out a bad cry, and glanced at Carroll, who was still in a daze, hesitating for a while, but changed direction and flew towards the sky.

He is just cold-hearted, not a brainless Virgin. Facing such an irreversible situation, he does not intend to experience the feeling of being bombed to heaven.

Besides, this is also Carroll's fault, isn't it?

The first wall, the second wall…, until the fourth stone wall, the fireball finally exploded, and at this time, the fireball was only more than ten meters away from Carroll.

A dazzling white light flashed from the field, so bright that even the stars in the sky were eclipsed, and the audience in the stands couldn't bear to cover their eyes with their hands.

A moment later, a loud bang came late. With the earth-shattering loud noise, countless gravels rose into the air like an overwhelming sandstorm, hitting the protective cover at the top of the arena, making a crisp, clinking sound.

The violent explosions dissipated incessantly, and the entire amphitheater trembled violently. Amidst the billowing smoke, scarlet flames burst into bloom, like blooming flowers that symbolize hell, with an indescribable beauty.

This is not the end, the other side flowers composed of flames may spread quickly because they are unwilling to bloom in the thick smoke, and soon the entire competition venue except the open space where Mike is located becomes a sea of ​​flames.

Countless flames twisted wildly on the field, accompanied by a huge whistling sound from the burning air of the flames, as if countless Balrogs were roaring in the hell composed of flames.

The spectators in the stands were already speechless by the huge explosion, and some of them even hid under their seats. They obviously had no confidence in the protective cover in the arena.

"Merlin! This is too terrifying, is he really only in the second grade?" After a while, a relieved senior student exclaimed.

"God! Sister Carol, she, shouldn't it be..., woo woo!" A Muggle-born girl said, sobbing normally.

Unlike the panicked spectators in the stands, Snape, who was floating in mid-air with his lower body still in a state of black mist, stared blankly at a corner in the sea of ​​​​fire, not at all anxious like before.