Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

One step, two steps, three steps...

Moriarty walked towards Quinlan, his steps firm and agile, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"System, list the magic spells in the mall with more than 10,000 points."

He has 35,800 and needs to exchange them for some powerful spells.

In the system mall, Moriarty saw many powerful spells:

Ice Boxing Sanction: 10,000 points.

He threw a punch that caused huge damage, and the wounds caused by the ice fist could not be healed by ordinary magic.

(The sanction effect is triggered every minute: 10 consecutive hits. One punch is equal to the damage caused by eighteen consecutive hits."

Acid Rain Spray: 10,000 points.

To summon a magic spell, shake for one second before casting. The acid rain will be erupted in the form of a spray, which has destructive power such as corrosion and dissolution. The amount of spray is determined by the caster's magic power.

Haihe Falls: 25,000 points.

To summon a magic spell, shake for three seconds before casting. Summon a large waterfall at minus 87 degrees Celsius, which has two water properties: ocean (submergence) and river (impact).

Ocean Fraternity: 25,000 points.

It takes effect instantly, allowing the caster to recover 50% of his vitality, 50% of his magic power, and 50% of his spiritual power.

Patronus Charm: 30,000 points.

Note: The host cannot be used temporarily after redemption!

With the war approaching, Moriarty ignored the problem of being unable to use the Patronus Charm. He said to the system: "Exchange the Ice Fist Sanctions and Ocean Fraternity!"

"Spent 35,000 points to redeem Ice Fist Sanctions and Ocean Fraternity, host please confirm?"

"confirm."

"Ding dong~ Congratulations to the host for successfully redeeming it. There are 800 points left. I wish the host will become the big boss behind the scenes as soon as possible."

A cold current penetrated Moriarty's arms, his fists clenched subconsciously, and there were two faint blue fist shadows shaking.

Another warm current surged through Moriarty's mind, and he learned the magic spell of Ocean Fraternity.

"Moriarty!!!"

Tonks screamed from behind!

He opened his eyes and saw Quinlan approaching.

One meter, two meters, three meters...

Quinlan changes into fighting form!

The slender right arm turned into a werewolf's arm, thick, full of bulging muscles and full of explosive power!

Among the long wolf fur, five wolf claws flashed with cold light.

The left hand holds a silver sword, reflecting the starlight from the sky.

"It's not just wizards who have evolved over the millennia, vampires are also advancing with the times." Quinlan said with a ferocious smile, the four fangs in his mouth showing a strange blue-purple color.

If anyone is bitten, death may be the least painful!

"Moriarty, be careful!"

Tonks could no longer hold back the worry in her heart and shouted loudly.

She wanted to go up and help Moriarty, but she couldn't.

Although Grand Duke Quinlan did not name him, he had already stepped forward, which meant that we had to send a wizard whose identity and strength were equal to those of the vampire duke.

Only Moriarty is qualified to fight him. If anyone helps, the dignity and glory of England's purebloods will become a joke!

The purebloods were all worried about Moriarty. Werewolves and vampires were mortal enemies. This was a story they had been tired of hearing since childhood.

It is also common sense in the wizarding world to use silver weapons to deal with vampires.

However, Grand Duke Quinlan's fighting form completely subverted the wizarding world's understanding of vampires!

"Moriarty!"

A wave of heat rushed towards Moriarty's face with the smell of blood. Quinlan faced him face to face, and his wolf claws struck from left to right, with a fishy wind, towards Moriarty's head!

Quinlan's eyes were filled with blood, and it seemed that in the next moment, Moriarty's head would be like a large watermelon chopped into pieces, falling into pieces and scattering red and white on the ground.

The purebloods held their breath...

Old Jew and Isaac held their breath...

Moriarty clenched his left hand tightly, "Ice Fist Sanctions!"

An ice fist as big as a school desk hit the wolf's claws. "Bang, bang, bang..." Eighteen consecutive collision sounds were heard. He only punched one but caused eighteen punches of damage. Quinlan was knocked away.

Far away.

"Crack!"

The five wolf claws were all broken into pieces, and the wrists were also punished.

A thick white bone was exposed, broken claw fragments fell to the ground, Quinlan's wolf arm and wrist were dripping with blood, and there was a layer of shining ice crystals stuck to the wolf fur!

Everyone present, whether wizards or vampires, was stunned.

"Huh?!" Quinlan stood up slowly. The shock in his eyes had not dissipated, but turned into pain. He glanced at his right arm, and the ice crystals on the broken wrist began to spread up the arm.

"Passive magic tide, activate." Moriarty secretly said.

Quinlan suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold, but he licked the corner of his mouth and smiled strangely: "Ice magic? It restrains vampires. But why do you think I don't know magic?"

"Exchange my blood for ice!"

"Kakkakkak..." A heart-wrenching friction sound appeared, and Quinlan's right hand turned into a bloody ice fist.

The most bizarre thing is that Moriarty lost contact with the water elemental magic that had previously entered Quinlan's body!

"Blood·Ice Fist Sanction!"

Quinlan rushed over with a ferocious smile. He took Moriarty's water elemental magic as his own and used it to attack Moriarty!

Moriarty didn't know if he could deal the damage of the sanction effect. He waved the staff in front of him: "Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"Little trick!" Quinlan punched the magic curse flying towards him and shouted, "You shy wizard, why don't you come to melee?"

The tone is arrogant and the momentum is compelling.

The Blood Ice Fist also shot down the Cruciatus Curse with Quinlan's courage, but Moriarty captured only one shadow of the fist! There was no sanctioning effect of the eighteen punches.

Great!

Moriarty tapped his toes on the ground and recited "Demoaka" silently. He flew up with a "whoosh". He threw the Slytherin staff into the air, and the water element magic was revealed into the air with the rotating staff.

Madness rages!

The wizards and vampires watching the battle suddenly felt chills running down their spines. They raised their heads in panic and saw needle-like raindrops mixed with leaf-like snowflakes falling together!

Another knife-like north wind howled past.

"Weather Spell: Ice Rain!"

"Weather Spell·Frost and Snow!"

"Weather Spell·Cold Wind Whistle!"

Except for "Cold Wind Whispering" which is provided by the system, the remaining two are brand new spells that Moriarty came up with on the spur of the moment!

Moriarty saw through Quinlan's magic: "What you call magic is just the vampire's unique 'blood curse'!

Under this powerful magic that uses human power to change nature, you cannot take my water element magic as your own."

"Ah! Bastard!" Quinlan raised his head and roared, obviously being hit by Moriarty's words, "You think I only know magic? I - cough cough cough, bah!"

A raindrop fell into Quinlan's mouth and landed on his tongue!

The magic power of the water element seemed to have found the soil for survival and quickly took root on Quinlan's tongue.

When Quinlan said "bah bah bah", Moriarty fell behind Quinlan and grabbed his neck with both hands, "touch of cold fury"!

A large amount of frost, together with the raindrops, snowflakes in the air, and the cold wind from all directions, worked together. In just one second, Kunlan's neck was frozen into ice, and then the attack continued to flow to all parts of his body. .

Kunlan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the bitten blood flowed into his mouth, turning into a stream of heat that warmed his whole body and dispelled the cold.

"Compared with my close combat skills?" Kunlan smiled arrogantly: "You will regret being born!"

With a "crash", the silver sword popped out. Quinlan's left arm held the silver sword in a strange posture and stabbed Moriarty's neck with his backhand.

"You have a strong desire for revenge," Moriarty sneered and raised his right hand from Quinlan's neck: "The staff is flying!"

There was a flash of silver light, and the Slytherin staff fell into Moriarty's right hand. He turned his wrist, and with a crisp "dang" sound, the staff blocked the silver sword.

Quinlan switched to his right hand. He recited a mysterious spell silently, and a large amount of black mucus emerged from the broken wrist of his right hand!

Goo-goo-goo, goo-goo-goo and throw it at Moriarty!

"Poisonous! Do not touch directly."

Moriarty's eyes narrowed slightly, he turned his left hand into a fist, launched Ice Fist Punishment, and hit Quinlan's left shoulder hard!

"Bang!"

A big hole was made in Quinlan's left shoulder, the shoulder blade was completely shattered, and the entire left arm hung down weakly.

However, the ice fist had a sanctioning effect. The 18 consecutive blows of the ice fist knocked Quinlan away, causing him to scream in pain from head to toe!

"Crack!"

Quinlan fell to the cold ground.

Quinlan lost?!

This thought flashed through everyone's mind, is this true?

Leon, the oldest of the pure bloods, suppressed his excitement, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at the vampires of the Quinlan family: "Hogwarts Pure Blood Army! Attack!"