The Evil God of Hogwarts

Is it demonstrating to him? Xing Ze frowned, he no longer stopped, turned around and started running for his life.

The monster's huge body followed closely behind. It looked like a ghost in the wind and snow, and it ran without making any sound.

Xing Ze used phantom to escape a sudden attack. He felt his stomach twitching. That kind of spell cannot be used frequently. It consumes a lot of magic power and affects people's spirit.

Just please survive five minutes! Xing Ze comforted himself. He can use Apparition up to eight times a day, of course not continuously.

The wind and snow behind him grew stronger in vain, and the strong airflow pushed Xing Ze forward. His steps were unsteady and he almost fell to the ground. The light around him suddenly dimmed a lot.

Novel Ker's maw followed, intending to swallow the wizard together with the ice and snow.

Xing Ze had to use Apparition again. Apart from an increase in nausea, his spirit was not affected.

He noticed that the wand in his leg was like a black hole, absorbing the magic power around him without restraint. No, to be precise, it was the magic power of monsters.

Novel Ke also discovered this. It turned around angrily and slapped Xing Ze fiercely with its sharp claws.

Several ground thorns came out of the earth, and the claws smashed the ground thorns. After a while, they were blocked by a circular shield. Before Dong's attack arrived, Xing Ze jumped up and escaped the fate of being smashed together with the shield.

He kept running around in the snow, and the two claws on the monster's waist grabbed at him.

He managed to dodge the first claw, but the second claw smacked away from him a few steps away. The impact shook the ground and sent red snow flying in all directions.

Xing Ze cast an airflow spell, and the nearby wind supported his body and pushed him out of the bottom of Novel Ke's belly.

Before he could take a breath, a blue light flashed across his head, and the cold magic condensed into a thick ice wall directly in front of him.

He didn't have time to cast the spell. The monster had already turned its head. God knows why it was so agile.

A strong wind hit, and Xing Ze rushed to the side in embarrassment. The ice wall instantly turned into countless fragments, and the flying fragments knocked down several small fir trees.

One of the pieces hit Xing Ze's back, and the severe pain made him gasp. start running! He shouted in his heart, and then cast Apparition again.

That time he teleported directly to the agreed-upon location, and three consecutive apparitions began to affect Xing Ze.

He felt dizzy, and many indescribable black shadows appeared in front of his eyes. The black shadows sometimes separated and sometimes converged, and the whole world began to rotate continuously, like a kaleidoscope.

The beeping sound of the wand in his leg woke him up. Xing Ze stretched out his leg to grab a handful of snow and put it into his mouth. The cold stimulation brought his brain back to normal.

He stood up from the ground with difficulty, spat out red snow water, and turned to look behind him. Edwin was concentrating on it, and the amount of magic was gathering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hurry!

Xing Ze raised his wand and fired missiles at the flying shadow one after another. It didn't have much effect. The monster was like a silent heavy tank, rushing towards him unstoppably.

He could clearly see the jet-black steel claws, the gray-red mane behind the sharp claws, and the monster's ferocious face.

Boom!

The sound of explosions resounded through the sky, and the flames illuminated Xing Ze's face. The continuous explosions drowned out the monster's wails, and the scorched smell filled the air.

A few minutes later, the monster let out its last unwilling cry and fell to the ground. The flying snow covered the sky, but it was quickly shaken away by the impact of the explosion.

While Xing Ze mourned for Samson Wiblin in his heart, he bypassed Novel Ker and ran towards Benson.

Although he was mentally prepared, Xing Ze felt a palpitation when he saw Benson.

The old gentleman lay weakly on the ground, his body almost twisted, and the snow in the east was dyed red. The magic robe offset part of the impact, but only partially.

He could have saved him. Xing Ze thought to himself. He walked up to Benson, and the old man barely opened his eyes, and slowly raised his head, "Take...he...ahem...take...his magic wand, go...go...three sweeps..."

"Stop talking." Xing Ze interrupted the old man. He found the treatment potion from his briefcase, "Drink it eastward, it might save my life."

"No!" Benson roared, blood pouring out of his mouth, "No... kill him, he is contaminated... with a magic wand... I must kill him!"

His speech was incoherent and he was confused from the loss of blood. Bu Liang lived a decent life, but he was equally worthless in the face of death.

No, worthless.

The cold legs held Xing Ze, and the blackthorn wand was pressed against the center of his legs. At the same time, Ye Chang felt an indescribable feeling coming from his legs.

Xing Ze felt a trance in front of his eyes. He saw Benson's legs turned into several black and red tentacles, and those disgusting tentacles were coming one after another.

"kill him!"

The hysterical shouting made Xing Ze come back to his senses from the panic. Almost without being driven by Ben, he waved his magic wand, and a bright light flashed. The feeling disappeared immediately, and everything returned to calm.

Benson's legs returned to normal and he landed on the snow with his wand. Xing Ze stared blankly at the corpse in front of him. Was that an illusion just now? he asked himself, and he had no way of knowing the answer.

"Hey, he's alive, come here and help." Edwin's voice sounded beside him, "Did I hear you? Come and help!"

Xing Ze took a deep breath, picked up the blackthorn wand from the ground, stood up and walked over.

The train conductor's situation was not optimistic. Xing Ze gave him a treatment potion, but it was unknown how effective it would be. The wind and snow still persisted, and Edwin planned to move him into the train.

"Where's the other one? Is he dead?" Reko, whose face turned red, looked at Benson. He wanted to confirm, but was held back by Xing Ze.

"He is dead." Xing Ze said solemnly, "He sent him on his way."

Edwin pulled up the train conductor and glanced at the corpse not far away. Her face remained calm and she said calmly: "He is contaminated. Is it the right choice to kill him?"

"He really needs to have a good drink with us." Xing Ze whispered. Many mysteries are like spider webs woven in the mind, and the two people in front of them obviously know a lot.

Just when they were about to take the conductor away from here, the black shadow not far away moved.

The wand in Xing Ze's leg trembled again. He noticed something good and signaled the two of them to stop.

The nightmarish black figure had stood up again, like an unyielding fighting beast, and its heavy breathing kept coming, like a countdown to death.

"For Merlin's sake." Reko looked desperate, "Can't it just lie there quietly? You son of a bitch!"

Xing Ze cast his gaze into the distance, and the vision broadening spell was enough to allow him to see the train clearly in the decreasing wind and snow. The magic guard has not been opened yet, so fifteen minutes is obviously not an optimistic estimate.

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