Mike felt like his scalp was about to explode. The black shadow lying on the unicorn was definitely Voldemort!

Draco, who came later, was also startled. He opened his mouth in horror and stared blankly at the tragedy that was happening in front of him. The hound Yaya who was with them was also so frightened that he sat down on the grass.

His tail was tightly clamped between his legs, and he looked very frightened.

Mike was deeply afraid that Draco would scream, so he went up to cover his mouth and whispered in his ear: "Step back slowly, don't make a sound, understand?"

Draco nodded when he felt his mouth being covered, and Mike let go of the hand covering his mouth.

The two looked at each other and began to retreat slowly. The two retreated extremely slowly, fearing that if they took a slightly larger step, they would attract the attention of the black figure not far away.

But Draco's ability to understand Mike's words doesn't mean Fang can understand him too.

Yaya, who was lying on the ground as frightened and motionless as Draco, suddenly stood up and ran towards the direction they came from, causing a burst of rustling.

This sound was particularly obvious in the silent night, and the black figure turned to look towards Mike.

"This dead dog! I will definitely kill it and make soup when I get back!" Mike yelled, "Wind Speed ​​Curse!"

Mike couldn't care about anything else and cast a wind speed spell on himself, picked up Draco and ran away.

However, before Mike could run very far, a hoarse voice came from behind him.

"There are many obstacles."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mike felt like he had hit an invisible wall, lost his balance and fell to the ground, while Draco was thrown to nowhere.

"Wind Speed ​​Curse, are you a boy from the Carlo family? Huh? No, the smell on your body is... you are a Mudblood!"

A hoarse voice came from behind Mike, and when he heard the voice, Mike felt that his head, which had been hit with stars in his eyes, suddenly woke up.

Mike quickly raised his right hand, and the blackthorn wand that had been thrown away returned to Mike's hand almost instantly under the summons of the flying spell that came with the combat wand holder.

"The flames are blazing!"

A stream of white flames spurted out from the tip of the black rhododendron wand, and the flames soared into the sky, engulfing the black figure.

While Mike was trying to maintain the fire spell, he was thinking about how to escape. He knew that the fire spell wouldn't last long. Suddenly, a scream attracted Mike's attention. It was Draco! The guy saw him confronting the black figure.

He turned around and ran away!

Just when Mike was distracted, the hoarse voice in the white flames sounded again, "Expelliarmus!" This time the voice was obviously angry.

A red light flashed from the flames, flying towards Mike at an extremely fast speed against the fire spell released by Mike. Mike's fire spell was simply vulnerable to the red light.

"Bang!"

Mike flew backwards in response. Although the wand was not knocked away by the disarming spell because of the wand holster, the disarming spell cast by the black figure was obviously unusual. The knockback effect alone knocked Mike away more than 3 meters away.

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Mike struggled to get up. Although his whole body was in severe pain, he might really die here if he didn't fight hard now.

At the critical moment, Mike felt something hot in his chest. His magic perception became extremely clear, and the magic power in his body seemed to sense the master's crisis and began to boil.

It seemed that something was guiding him. Under the guidance of this mysterious power, the magic power in his body began to arrange and combine in a unique way, forming a magic symbol and then collectively flowing towards the black pear wood wand.

Mike raised his wand based on his feeling and shouted: "Fire is blazing!"

I saw a ball of woven white fire that was as big as an adult's head flying out of the black prickly pear wood wand.

"Protect them all!"

Looking at the fireball flying towards him, the black figure became anxious. He waved his wand in the air, and almost instantly drew a set of wonderful magic runes in the air. With the formation of the magic runes and the spell,

After saying this, a white and transparent shield wrapped around the black figure.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the woven white fireball and the translucent shield collided fiercely.

Almost instantly, the white transparent shield was shattered by the fireball. The violent shock wave severely knocked the black figure away.

The explosion of the white fireball brought up little sparks, igniting the trees around the two people. The temperature of the white flame was extremely high, and the flames spread almost instantly.

Mike felt like he had no strength left in his body. The blow just now consumed almost all the magic power in his body.

Fortunately, the effect of the Wind Speed ​​Spell was still there, so Mike braced himself and ran away in the direction they came from.

However, the battle is not over yet.

The black figure who was blown away by the shock wave slowly got up. The black hood on his head was shattered by the explosion, and Quirrell's somewhat young face was revealed.

Seeing Mike running backwards at an extremely fast speed, Quirrell struggled to get up and chase him, but the severe pain in his right leg stopped him. His right leg was unfortunately fractured in the explosion just now.

Just when Quirrell was at a loss, a cold, emotionless voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

"Trash, let me do it!"

"Yes, Master."

A strange black mist floated out from the back of Quirrell's head, and soon covered Quirrell's whole body. Quirrell's expression immediately became dull, and his body stood up in an extremely twisted posture. Quirrell stood up in an extremely twisted posture.

Luo, no, it's time to call him Voldemort. Voldemort glanced at Mike's retreating figure and raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green streak representing death streaked across the night sky, heading towards Mike at a speed that was difficult for the human eye to capture.

At this time, Mike, who was running desperately, seemed to sense the approaching danger and turned his head to look behind him.

A flash of green gradually enlarged in Mike's pupils, and the green light accurately hit Mike's chest.

In an instant, the green light that hit Mike's chest exploded, and Mike flew backwards as if he had been hit by a running car.

"Crack."

Mike fell to the ground like a rag. He could not hear or feel anything now, and there was still a touch of green on his retinas.

Gradually, Mike's consciousness began to become blurred.

Vaguely, Mike felt as if someone was turning his body, but at this time, Mike was unable to resist.
Chapter completed!