Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Facing Arthur's astonishing leap, Mike calmly stretched out his wand and pointed to the ground diagonally below him, and finished the fire spell in less than a second.

Immediately afterwards, a crimson red ball shot out from the tip of the staff and landed on the ground, causing a violent explosion, and a large stream of flames and smoke shot up into the sky.

At this time Arthur's heavy hack also arrived.

I saw Arthur holding a long sword with a red glow high, diving into the flames from top to bottom, and collided with the shock wave and high temperature from the explosion of the fireball.

But under the protection of that layer of shield, Arthur continued to slash at Mike's original position with a savage sword like nothing was wrong.

Arthur's blow was extremely powerful, and the red glow seemed to have some kind of extraordinary power. The red glow exploded at the moment of landing, shaking all the stone floors around where the sword fell into rubble. .

However, Arthur, who had succeeded in a blow from the flames, frowned.

The sword he just made was cut off!

At this time, Mike, who was half-squatting on the ground not far away, was slowly standing up, unfolding his magic perception ability to observe the scene in the smoke.

In front of him is a nearly broken translucent shield.

As Mike stood up, the cracked shield seemed to have reached its limit, turning into pieces and dissipating in the air.

Mike, who saw the scene in the smoke through his magic perception ability, licked his lips lightly. The power of Arthur's sword just now greatly exceeded his expectations. If he was directly hit, he would be more fortunate.

But fortunately, I made a coping strategy just now.

Blast yourself away with a low-power fire spell.

Due to the existence of the armor protection spell that is automatically triggered by the duel champion badge, Mike not only escaped by relying on the shock wave of the explosion, but also escaped unscathed.

"Cut, good luck!" Vesemir, who was watching the battle, curled his lips and said, "He can still use the slashing Arthur just now countless times, and your talented student will lose!"

In the face of Vesemir's ridicule, Professor Flitwick surprisingly did not reply, but looked at the two people on the field nervously.

Judging from the current situation, it is very difficult for Mike to win.

Although the opponent used melee weapons, their physical fitness far exceeded the limit of the human body. At the distance of 50 meters just now, he suddenly rushed to Mike's side within a few seconds. Wizards have always been crispy. As a long-range crispy, they can be approached by melee swordsmen at will, so the result is self-evident.

But Mike on the training ground didn't think so.

Just now, he was just testing the opponent's ability because he had the protection of the dueling champion badge.

Now that Mike has a certain understanding of Arthur's attack methods and abilities, it is his turn to fight back.

I saw Mike swiped his wand when the smoke hadn't dissipated and Arthur's vision was slightly blocked, and a dark red spell was suddenly thrown out and plunged straight into the thick smoke.

That's not all, Mike still didn't stop casting the spell after throwing the spell. After brewing for a while, a dark purple fireball the size of a fingernail also drilled out, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, from The other corner of the smoke pierced in.

After doing all this, Mike stepped on his feet and stepped back quickly. During the running process, he put two layers of armor on himself again, and then turned his head slightly to look at the smoke.

Compared with Mike, Arthur is much more uncomfortable at this moment.

His eyes with golden serpent pupils did have the effect of breaking the invisible, and his eyesight was much better than that of ordinary people. But that doesn't mean he can see through, the thick black smoke around him still affects his vision.

This also caused him not to discover Mike's attack at the first time.

And by the time he discovered it, the crimson spell had already appeared in front of him.

At such a close distance, no matter how perverted his physical fitness is, he can't completely dodge. He can only adjust his stance a little and twist his body to avoid the key points as much as possible, because he is not sure that the Quinn shield on his body can still be used. Can't cast this spell,

After all, it has eaten too many skills since it was released.

In fact, his conjecture was completely correct.

Because Mike's crimson wand is not an ordinary attack spell, but a combined spell of two smashing spells.

Although this combination method is very simple, let alone one plus one equals three, equal to two is already very good. But this is Mike's smashing spell. With Mike's current level of magic power and the spellcasting skills he masters, a single smashing spell can easily smash boulders, let alone a two-in-one version.

The moment Hongmang came into contact with the shield, a small hole was opened in the shield, and it hit Arthur's shoulder straight, causing a deep and terrifying wound on his left shoulder.

And this is still under the circumstance that Arthur's skin has quite strong magic resistance to this pure magic spell, if ordinary people, even half of them will be blown up.

Arthur, who was inside the shield, let out a painful cry, and the long sword he held in his hand almost let go.

But before he could react more, Mike's hidden real killer move arrived.

A miniature fireball flew eerily in the air, drawing a graceful arc and hitting Arthur's back.

In an instant, a large amount of flames unequal to its body erupted from the tiny fireball, directly wrapping the circular shield around Arthur's body.

And these flames are also different from ordinary flames.

Under the control of Mike's mental power, these flames madly got into the hole made by the crushing spell before, wanting to directly attack Arthur inside the shield.

This all happened in just a few seconds, plus Arthur's attention was focused on the smashing spell that hit the front, and he didn't pay attention to the small fireball behind him, so the whole body was wrapped in flames in an instant. A serious one.

At this moment, the shield that originally protected Arthur from attack has become his tomb, and the temperature of the flame cannot be dissipated under the wrapping of the circular shield. In order to ensure that the user is not suffocated to death, So they don't block the air.

As a result, the flame in the shield became more and more vigorous, and the temperature became higher and higher.

"what!"

Arthur, who was suddenly hit so hard, instinctively let out a shrill scream, which shocked Vesemir who was still mocking Flitwick.

You must know that Arthur is a child with a determined character. No matter how hard and tiring the training was, he had never seen Arthur cry out, no matter how badly he was injured, he never shed a single tear.

Now, he actually made such a scream!

Vesemir, who was secretly in trouble, grabbed the short Flitwick beside him and shouted loudly: "No more! No more! You won! End the game! Arthur must have an accident! Save him!"

However, Flitwick, who was caught by the collar, did not move at all, just stared at the faint flames in the thick smoke.

Seeing this, Vesemir gritted his teeth and took out his wand. Although he basically couldn't release any too strong magic now due to his previous injuries, he would save Arthur even if he tried his best.

'Arthur is a good boy, he can't die here! I can't die here because of my poor selfishness! ’

With that in mind, Vesemir stretched out his wand and pointed at the thick smoke.

"Hold on."

I don't know when the wand appeared in Professor Flitwick's hand, and with a flick of it, he threw a Disarming Charm and knocked the wand away from Mosemir's hand.

"What do you mean!" Vesemir stared blankly at Flitwick, his eyes burning with anger. But as if he suddenly thought of something, Vesemir's expression suddenly changed, and he said to Flitwick in a pleading tone: "I beg you, save Arthur!

I admit you won! I'm a waste, I'm a food-wasting maggot! So... hurry up and save people! "

Just as Professor Flitwick was about to say something, a faint but clear voice suddenly came from the thick smoke in the training ground.

"I'm fine, teacher."

The smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the scorched black but pitted ground inside, and the disfigured Arthur standing in the scorched earth.

"Don't be so arrogant, I respect you, I am the child you picked up and brought up with one hand, in my opinion you are more like my father." Arthur said softly with a squirming mouth, "I am a child. Ordinary people don't have any outstanding talents. But you didn't dislike me, and you took me by your side to teach me swordsmanship and give me strength."

Speaking of which, Arthur coughed violently, and large strands of thick jet-black mucus continued to spurt out of his mouth, until the last cough was no longer mucus, but bright red blood, which was shocking to see.

At this moment, almost all the skin of Arthur's body was severely scalded, especially his right hand holding the silver sword. The metal hilt had melted into his palm.

And his left arm is not feeling well either. Previously, Mike's smashing spell almost broke his entire arm. Now that he is burned by the flames like this, the blood is no longer left, but the exposed bones have also been burned. Coke.

Arthur, who had been coughing for a long time, finally felt better. He was dragging the burnt red silver sword step by step towards Mike in the distance. A harsh rubbing sound.

In this shocking scene, Arthur said again: "So! I will definitely realize your ideal! Prove to the world! The world is fair! As long as you work hard, mediocrity can surpass genius!"

After speaking, Arthur quickly accelerated his pace, and rushed towards Mike with a speed increase.

The burnt wound on his body kept cracking open due to too much movement, revealing the flesh and blood inside. A large amount of blood spurted out, leaving a terrifying bloodstain along the way as he charged.

Vesemir, who was beside him, had already collapsed on the ground, crying.

Mike, who was still on the training ground, sneered.

Can hardworking mediocrity beat genius?

What if geniuses worked just as hard, or even harder than you?

Mike raised his wand and aimed it at Arthur who was charging at him.

He could clearly see the situation in the smoke with his magical power perception. He could have shot and killed Arthur again as soon as Arthur was burned by the flames.

But he didn't because it was just a test.

However, Arthur is so obsessed now that he doesn't look back if he doesn't hit the south wall. Then Mike doesn't need to hold back.

I saw a purple fireball quietly appearing on the tip of Mike's wand, expanding rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the fireball expands, the temperature in this closed training ground is also slowly increasing. This made Vesemir stop crying, shaking Flitwick, begging him to save Arthur.

With Arthur's current physical state, he couldn't dodge that fireball at all, and being hit by that terrifying fireball would have only one consequence, and that was death!

"Some people were born in the quagmire and longed to reach the legendary capital of civilization, Rome, but some were born directly in Rome! Therefore, there is no such thing as fairness in this world." Mike held his wand and slowly He said, and the huge fireball on the tip of his staff has been charged, "Admit defeat, you are just a useless dying struggle!"

"Admit defeat? That means admitting fate to me. And I will never give in to that shitty fate!"

Arthur, who was covered in blood, shouted out his motto, not only did the speed not weaken, but even a little faster.

Seeing this, Mike no longer hesitated, shook his head and shot a fireball.

The bathtub-sized purple fireball smashed towards Arthur who was charging at an alarming speed with the sound of breaking wind.

Flitwick's pupils shrank, grabbed Vesemir, who was ashes, and shouted at the same time, "Lolo!"

As soon as the words fell, the house elf Lolo appeared on Arthur's shoulder and hugged Arthur's bloody head.

"Shape-shifting!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of the snapping fingers and the sound of the incantation coincided together, and the one-man family of elves released the shadow-shifting spell almost at the same time, taking Arthur and his apprentice out of the training room.

And in the next instant, the huge purple fireball slammed to the ground.

A strange scene happened. The fireball that was in close contact with the ground did not explode immediately, but suddenly expanded by three points, and then quickly collapsed into a small black dot. A dazzling white light flashed from the origin, and finally burst out. Amazing heat and air waves.

The entire training room was trembling violently, and the anti-magic slates on the ceiling kept falling down, and some of them even hit Mike below, but they were blocked by the armor and body protection curse.

Mike, who is protected by the armor and body protection spell, is not afraid of these aftermath. The heat from the explosion slaps on him from a distance, but it can't hurt him in the slightest. He can only blow the wizard's robe on his body. At the same time, he blew his somewhat long blond hair.

Looking at the nearly collapsed training room, Mike turned around and left without paying attention to the flames that were still raging not far away.

By the way, he also closed the door.