hogwarts blast

Bloody steam formed from blood continuously spurted out from Hagrid's body, covering his huge body.

Just like the withered red leaves in autumn, they bloom into their final beauty at the last moment of life.

After breaking the shackles of the Death Gate, Hagrid gained dozens of times more power than the previous seven gates, and suddenly became the most dazzling red star on the battlefield.

Seeing the bloody steam obtained at the cost of burning their lives, the expressions of Dumbledore and others who had lost their fighting power in the rear all changed.

"Hagrid," Dumbledore murmured, "you really..."

On the other side, Slytherin was completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter.

Flying in the sky, he still had an invincible and lonely expression on his face. Looking at Hagrid on the ground below, his eyes seemed to be looking at a slightly larger and more capable ant.

"Red vapor condensed from evaporated blood..."

With Slatin's knowledge, he could naturally see through the essence of the layer of red steam surrounding Hagrid at a glance, and at the same time, he could also see through the principle of the Eight Gate Armor Formation.

"By burning one's own life to gain powerful physical strength, although it is powerful, how should you describe it?"

He let out a chuckle with a bit of disdain, "It's like the withered and falling leaves in autumn."

Even though there was a distance of tens of meters, Slytherin's voice still reached Hagrid's ears word for word.

"You are right," Hagrid obviously did not agree with Slytherin's statement, "but fallen leaves are not just withering and withering."

Slytherin raised his eyebrows with interest, "Oh?"

"Falled leaves will become nutrients for new green leaves, and when the green leaves sprout their buds and usher in the new spring, it is the climax of youth and the hottest burning moment!"

As Hagrid finished speaking, the terrifying strong wind suddenly surged violently, and an extremely dangerous feeling climbed into Slytherin's heart at this moment.

In the dark night, a red light flashed away.

Just when the crisis warning appeared in Slytherin's mind, the huge figure wrapped in blood-red steam had already arrived in the sky at the same height as him.

Then, from a distance of more than ten meters, Hagrid punched forward boldly.

"Xixiang!"

The fist waved out in the air contained a terrifying force that seemed to destroy everything in the world. At this moment, the air was actually shaped into an air cannon like an elephant's foot.

The distance of more than ten meters was fleeting for the air cannon, and it hit Slytherin heavily.

Caught off guard, Slytherin could only cover himself with the Death Cloak for defense. When he was hit by the air column, he spurted out a mouthful of blood in an instant.

After hitting Slytherin, the air cannon did not disappear, but continued to exist.

The extremely restraining air cannon pinned Slytherin firmly in the air. Although he forced himself to hold up a protective barrier in front of him after reacting, Slytherin was still unable to move even half a step.

In fact, due to the extremely powerful impact of the air cannon, his body was even pressed down bit by bit.

The protective barrier in front of him that took a lot of magic power to form also began to shatter under the impact.

It only took two seconds for the first tiny crack to appear, then spread into spider web-shaped cracks all over the entire barrier, and finally completely shatter.

The moment the barrier was shattered by the air column, Slytherin's figure was suddenly pressed into the ground.

At this time, the impact of the air column continued.

Keeping his eyes fixed on the large crater on the ground, Hagrid raised his fist again.

"Two feet!"

Slytherin, who was lying in the pit completely unable to move and couldn't even lift a finger, couldn't help but look horrified when he saw Hagrid raise his fist again.

But the expected second air column did not arrive.

A crisp sound of bones breaking resounded on the battlefield. Hagrid, who was suspended in the air, suddenly showed a look of pain on his face, and lowered his raised fist.

Ron, who could only watch the battle silently from the side after the tailed beast was summoned by Kyle in the distance, couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this scene.

"That's Hagrid's Night Elephant! But shouldn't the Night Elephant have attacks that increase continuously from one speed to five speeds..."

Due to the loss of follow-up attacks, the huge air column that penetrated the sky and the earth slowly dissipated.

As a result, Slytherin got a chance to breathe and left the big hole on the ground almost as if he was running for his life, and jumped back into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Despite the injuries caused by being repeatedly torn apart by air pillars, he recovered at an extremely fast speed with the support of the endless magic power of the underworld.

But Slytherin still looked contented.

At the moment when he was hit by the air column, he almost thought that he was going to return to the underworld again.

Looking at Hagrid who had fallen back to the ground with a look of pain on his face, Hermione's eyes showed a hint of understanding.

"The Eight Gate Dunjia is a forbidden technique that brings super strength to the user by briefly breaking through the limits of the human body. It will bring an extremely heavy load to the user."

"With Kyle's physical strength, he has only opened the fifth door, and he will not be able to open it any further."

"As for Hagrid... I'm afraid that the last one of the eight gates of Dunjia will cause his body to feel extremely painful. This kind of pain will completely exceed the limits of our imagination."

After hearing Hermione's explanation, everyone present could not help but stand in awe of the figure in the distance who endured the pain and once again made an offensive stance.

After briefly adapting to the severe pain caused by the eight gates, Hagrid squatted down slightly, and his feet suddenly exerted force in the next moment.

The air was trampled so that it was distorted visibly to the naked eye. Hagrid trampled the air and suddenly jumped into the sky, chasing Slytherin who tried to avoid him by using height.

There was a hint of fear in Slytherin's eyes, "You can actually sprint through the air..."

The distance of several hundred meters was completely negligible for Hagrid who had opened eight doors.

He caught up with Slytherin in the sky in less than a second, and then punched Slytherin again just like before.

"One foot!"

However, this time, Slytherin was well prepared.

A protective shield that had been gathering secretly since just now quietly appeared in front of Slytherin like a shield at the moment before the air cannon arrived.

"It's really fast!"

Air cannons across the sky impacted heavily on the defensive cover.

This time, the protective shield that Slytherin had secretly accumulated for a long time finally did not shatter at the touch of a finger like the one that had been hastily condensed before.

A proud smile appeared on the corner of Slytherin's mouth.

The eight-door Dunjia Formation is nothing more than that.

A wizard who can only fight with crude means such as physical attacks, no matter how powerful his physical skills are, to him, after all, they are not very powerful...

Before the inner thoughts had even finished rolling through his brain, Slytherin's eyes suddenly shrank.

Because, I don’t know when, he actually lost Hagrid’s figure in his field of vision. Even with his super dynamic vision enhanced by the Deathly Hallows, he could only capture an afterimage that fleetingly disappeared in the air.

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Slytherin turned his head slightly, and as expected, with the corner of his eye, he caught the blood-red figure that had come diagonally behind him.

"Two feet!"

The air cannon was like a thick elephant foot stretching across the sky. It suddenly spurted out from Hagrid's fist and hit Slytherin heavily from the other direction.

At this moment, Slytherin couldn't feel his face anymore.

At this time, the air column in front still existed, and the two continuous air cannons squeezed Slytherin tightly at the intersection of the two air columns.

Two forces from different directions pulled terrifyingly on Slytherin's body.

If it weren't for the astonishing defensive power of the Death Cloak after its power was completely released, I'm afraid that with Slatin's small body, he would have been wiped out into debris flying all over the sky.

Even so, his body became covered in bruises under the torn force of these two forces.

The terrible pain that penetrated his entire body kept hitting Hagrid's nerves, but he did not stop because of this, and instead moved faster.

"Three legs! Four legs!"

Changing two directions, Hagrid punched another two without stopping.

Four thick pillars of air stretched across the sky, tearing at Slytherin's body from four different directions with terrifying intensity.

His whole body was pressed tightly against the magic barrier condensed by him, and he was completely unable to move.

"I can't move!" Slytherin's eyes were filled with deep fear.

Even though Slytherin had the super strong defense brought by the Death Cloak, at this moment it was difficult for him to withstand the continuous attacks of Xixiang.

Trampling the air, Hagrid arrived directly above Slytherin.

The four air pillars in front had dissipated a lot, but Slytherin, who was trapped in them, was still unable to move even half a minute. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hagrid launched Xixiang's final attack.

The air column falling from the sky like a waterfall blasted Slytherin into the ground. Like a meteorite falling from the sky, it created a huge deep pit on the ground and also brought up a large number of people.

Smoke and dust.

For a moment, the spreading smoke obscured everyone's sight.

"Did you get rid of him?" George and Fred couldn't help but get excited.

On the battlefield in the distance, Hagrid slowly fell to the ground.

He held on to a protruding boulder and gasped for air.

The sweat that seeped out from his hair condensed into a stream on his rough face, slid over his nose and lips, and finally gathered at his chin, forming large droplets, which fell pattering on the

On the ground.

Everyone on the battlefield invariably focused their gazes on the diffuse smoke.

I don't know how long it took before the diffuse smoke and dust dispersed, and Slytherin's figure was re-revealed in front of everyone at this moment.

When everyone saw Slytherin's state, at this moment, their hearts sank to the bottom.

Because, even after enduring such a horrific attack, Slytherin still did not die.

Even though he was bruised and bruised by Xixiang's bombardment, as long as he was not killed once, his injuries would recover at a not too slow speed with the support of the magic power of the underworld.

Holding the Elder Wand, Slytherin slowly climbed up from the ground, raised his hand and wiped the blood that spilled from his mouth.

Although he still felt lingering feelings about what had happened just now, Slytherin still held on, showing an extremely arrogant and aggressive look.

"This is the first time I've been so excited since the battle with Gryffindor!"

"Can you continue fighting? There are no other stronger moves!?" His tone was full of provocation, "Let me enjoy it again!"

Looking at Slytherin who was still able to talk nonsense, Hagrid's eyes revealed a hint of disbelief.

"This guy... was hit by five Xixiang shots in a row and he was still able to..."

Seemingly realizing that Hagrid was at the end of his strength and could no longer pose a great threat to him, Slytherin shouted arrogantly, "Keep dancing!"

Listening to Slytherin's arrogant words, Hagrid gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that we can only use Ye Kai..."

The next moment, Hagrid took a step forward with one foot, and the huge force even caused the ground to break into pieces.

A layer of magical light covered Slytherin's eyes, and through the effect of magic, he could clearly see the flow path of magic power on Hagrid's body.

"The magic power is gathering towards his heart. It seems that this should be his last blow..."

Slytherin's face became extremely solemn and solemn, and the magic power in his body was mobilized crazily by him, ensuring that the strongest defensive magic he could use could be activated at any time.

On the other side, Hagrid slowly lowered his body and made a sprint start.

"orange!"

Hagrid roared angrily, and the already extremely rich blood-colored steam on his body erupted again at this moment.

The thick blood-colored steam that filled the battlefield condensed into an extremely ferocious dragon head in the blink of an eye, and an unparalleled and powerful momentum burst out from Hagrid.

Even the ground beneath his feet was crushed to pieces by the aftermath of this momentum.

The sudden hurricane on the battlefield blew away a large amount of soil, sand and gravel.

Even though they were hundreds of kilometers away, Hermione and the others had to use defensive magic to resist the violent wind that burst out from around Hagrid.

However, this was just the aftermath of the momentum. Slytherin, who was facing Hagrid, truly felt what terror was at this moment.

Red streaks like flowing lava appeared on Hagrid's body and spread all over his body.

If you look carefully, you will find that the location of each of those magma-like red streaks is actually the main blood vessel in Hagrid's body.

In other words, what is flowing in Hagrid's body is not magma.

It's because of the effect of the Eight Gate Dunjia that the blood becomes extremely hot during the high-speed pumping.

After Hagrid opened the Death Door, the layer of blood-colored vapor that enveloped his body was formed when the hot blood evaporated and escaped outside his body.

The ferocious blood mist dragon let out a deafening roar.

"Such power! I recognize you!"

Slytherin laughed wildly,

"In terms of physical skills, among the people I have fought against, no one is better than you!"

He raised the Elder Wand in front of him, "I, Salazar Slytherin, would like to call you the strongest!"

Ignoring Slytherin's flattering words, Hagrid roared, "Dragon!"

Due to his extremely overheated body, the moment Hagrid opened his mouth to speak, two streams of white steam escaped from his mouth.

The next moment, as Hagrid's feet suddenly exerted force, the ground shattered into pieces, and his body suddenly transformed into a bloody stream of light, rushing forward.

Like a wild beast, carrying air waves formed by blood evaporating and then condensing again, Hagrid's huge body rushed straight towards Slytherin amidst bursts of air-piercing explosions.

"Ye Kai!"

The giant dragon surrounding him also let out a deafening roar at this moment.

In the process of charging forward, Hagrid suddenly jumped up, focused all his strength on his feet, and kicked forward.

The moment Hagrid kicked this powerful kick, Slytherin clearly judged that Hagrid's attack was definitely something he could not withstand head-on.

Therefore, without hesitation, he planned to jump away through Apparition to avoid Hagrid's powerful kick at the cost of his life.

But the next moment, his penis suddenly shrank.

An inexplicable sense of stagnation hindered his apparation, making it impossible for him to avoid Hagrid's attack through space teleportation.

Slytherin had never thought that someone could forcefully distort space through physical means.

"What! The space is distorted!?"

Slytherin, who was unable to escape, could only watch blankly as Hagrid's powerful kick hit the Elder Wand in front of him.

Boom!

The Elder Wand was bounced away the moment it collided with Ye Kai, and Hagrid stepped heavily on Slytherin's chest.

Immediately, Slytherin vomited a large amount of blood from his mouth, and his entire body was twisted by the kick.

Driven by the blood-red dragon, Slytherin's figure flew out upside down and hit a huge mountain towering heavily. The terrifying force even pushed Slytherin to carve out the entire mountain.

wore.

In the blink of an eye, the mountain hundreds of meters high fell apart.

A violent air wave comparable to a natural disaster-level hurricane suddenly set off on the battlefield. Even with the existence of defensive magic, everyone in the wizard coalition was washed away by this extremely powerful air wave.

I don't know how long it took, but the thunderous roar gradually faded away, and the dust stirred up by the collapse of the mountain slowly fell back to the ground.

The situation on the battlefield was once again revealed to everyone.

Compared with before, there was a huge ravine on the battlefield that was tens of meters wide and several kilometers long.

At this moment, Hagrid, who had exhausted all his life force and kicked Yekai, was lying in the ravine.

His body was burned black due to the high-speed friction with the air. His body was covered with blazing red lines like magma, and mist-white steam was still rising out.

Lying at the end of the ravine was Slytherin, who had been kicked in the face by Hagrid. At this time, he was lying there as if dead, motionless.