Spell Shards (3/3)

Now you can upgrade any of your spell abilities.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hoffa immediately used his upgraded abilities for the Illusion Charm.

This is the only spell he has that can be used right now.

In the sea of consciousness, the three spell fragments that emitted a hazy light suddenly became clear, but before he could take a closer look, they merged into one, forming an incomparably regular equilateral triangle!

The triangle burned, burned out in an instant, and melted into its own blood.

Upgrades are accepted!

A boiling sensation flowed through the whole body, as if a shot of adrenaline had hit the heart!

A silver star shone in his consciousness space.

Bite!

The Transfiguration Charm has been upgraded.

Current Spell, [Advanced Illusion Spell - Ghost Walk]

Ghost Walk – (When you enter the shadow state, your movement speed is greatly increased, and you are immune to any damage for ten seconds.) ）

Hoffa jerked his head up, leaving little time for him to think.

The scorching heat hit, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the raging fire that was overwhelming.

I didn't have time to feel the process of spell upgrading more, and Huo Fa directly turned on the ability.

Ghost Walk!

At this moment, the dark wizard's magical flame fell on him.

But he blurred for a moment, and disappeared into thin air in an instant. He didn't even need to chant the spell, which was much faster than the Illusion Charm.

Time seems to slow down.

In the eyes of the dark wizard, the boy in front of him only twisted for a moment, and then was engulfed by the raging fire.

But in Hoffa's eyes, his world was all gray and white, with buildings, dark clouds, moon, goblins and dark wizards.

He heard the inexplicable sound of the wind whistling incessantly. He saw the world constantly fluctuating before his eyes, producing lines like water.

Look at your own body again!

He stood in the gray-white flames, his body regularly rippling, the flames had no temperature, no sound, as if they had nothing to do with the world he was in.

He left the material world.

There is a drama ......!

Hoffa looked up, his eyes glinting with excitement.

Dodge!

He moved his footsteps, and in an instant, he stepped more than three meters away, out of the range of the flames. It's as light as a feather.

The two wizards thought that Hoffa was dead, so they turned and left.

As soon as they turned around, Hoffa left his stealth state and flew towards the goblin who had been held hostage.

One of the wizards saw Hoffa, his eyes glaring, he had no idea how Hoffa had survived the flames and was unscathed.

But that didn't stop him from reacting, and he decisively raised his wand!

A dangerous blue light shot out, it was the Crushing Spell!

Hofa didn't think about it and tapped his wand on his arm.

Ghost Walk!

He disappeared into the shadows again.

The dangerous shattering spell actually passed through his body and slammed into the building behind him, blasting up large swaths of rubble.

He has completely become a ghost-like being.

The sorcerer who had unleashed the explosive spell was dumbfounded, only to see the boy in front of him disappear completely into thin air. The spell he released actually fell into the air.

He suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Vorsicht, Wo nicht stimmt!"

Schmidt, who was holding the goblin's arm, turned his head, but he didn't see anything.

In the mist, only his two companions remained.

Just as he was distracted, the goblin flicked his fingers.

Countless pieces of rubble flew from the ground and whistled towards Schmidt.

Opportunity!

Hoffa moved.

He locked onto the dark wizard who was holding the goblin and ran away as fast as the wind.

Schmidt calmly whistled, and the curled winged demons who attacked the elf defense spell all changed direction and shot away in the direction of Hoffa.

In the gray world, those curled winged demons fluttered directly through Hoffa's body, causing no damage at all.

The magic is running out at a rapid pace.

Seeing that Indor was getting tighter and tighter under the magic of the dark wizard.

Hoffa was a little anxious, he hadn't learned attack spells yet, so he could only learn what he did in the novel, with a wave of his wand, "Broken bones!"

The wand emitted a soft white light, powerless. Obviously the grammar is wrong!

Hoffa couldn't help but curse angrily.

"Damn!"

He put away his wand, and as he ran, he picked up a brick on the ground.

Schmidt, who was in a stalemate with Indor, only felt a strong wind coming, and then, suddenly, a small figure pierced through the thick fog and appeared in front of him.

Hofa didn't care about anything, he jumped high, his body pulled an arc in the night sky, and then, he smashed the brick down with his head and face!

"Die!"

Bang!

The impact of speed is mixed with inertia.

The two-finger-long brick smashed through the door of the wizard's head.

His hood flipped up, revealing a stray gray hair and a Germanic face.

It's just that this face has an ominous nosebleed.

A tooth spurted out of his mouth with a mixture of blood and saliva, and he rolled twice without thinking about it, slamming to the ground.

The magic of the bondage Indor disappeared in an instant after losing the control of its master.

Hoffa's wrist trembled, his mouth was bleeding, he was not very old, and the reaction force just now made him uncomfortable.

But now he didn't care about it at all, he took half of the broken brick and gasped for a few breaths, then he threw the brick away, flew forward, and snatched the stunning wizard's wand. dragged Indor and ran away.

The tall man fainted for not long, and soon, he stumbled to his feet with the help of his companions.

He covered the blood on his head, and there was a rare trace of shock on his face, which had been unwavering.

“Chasing。 (Chase)

But his tone remained steady, without the slightest emotion or fluctuation.

One of them let go of his hand and strode after Hoffa. This time, as he ran, he raised his hand and threw his wand out heavily.

Hoffa tilted his head slightly, stunned. He had never seen a wizard throw his wand out.

What does this guy want?

However, in the next second, he knew, and the wand that had been thrown out quickly transformed into a sharp cross sword, stabbing at Hofa like lightning!

It turned out to be Transfiguration!

The feeling of danger made the fur of the running Hoffa explode, and he picked up the goblin horizontally, and tapped his wand on his arm again.

"Ghost Walk!"

A puddle of blood splattered.

Indor and he vanished into thin air.

Just in the moment of disappearance.

Boom Boom!

Three giant snakes fell from the sky in a row.

He opened his mouth and bit down on where Hoffa stood.

The rubble on the ground was shattered by the bite of three giant snakes. Then, three giant snakes exploded.

The scene was chaotic, with gravel and sawdust flying everywhere, and the firelight reflecting the night sky red.

The impact of the explosion sent the dark wizard's robe flying wildly.

The pursuing dark wizard rushed to the location of the snakes, looked down, and still found nothing.

He raised his hand to take it, and the sharp cross-sword turned back into a wand and fell into his hand, and he cursed angrily.

......

......

Ghost Walk is extremely expensive.

Ten seconds later, when Hoffa broke out of the fog again, a nosebleed slowly seeped out of his mouth and nose. He was completely overdrawn by his magic and fell to the ground with a pale face.

Indor hurriedly grabbed Hoffa's arm and dragged him up, only to find that Hoffa's arm was covered in blood.

He had just entered the state of the ghost walk half a second late, and he was left with a deep gap in his arm, and the blood was pouring down, and he was almost killed on the spot by the dangerous transformation spell.

Holding Hoffa's arm, Indor panicked and pulled out a few bottles of potion from his pocket to apply it to Hoffa.

But Hoffa stopped him.

"Wait a minute, don't be here. He said weakly but calmly.

Indor looked at Hoffa in confusion.

Hoffa pointed to the blood on the ground.

"Don't let the blood disappear at Duke Honey's door, they'll follow. ”

Indor immediately understood, and he quickly helped Hoffa to a witch's make-up shop opposite Duke Honey, and on the stone steps, he opened a bottle of white medicine, probably Bai Xian, and applied it to Hoffa's wounds.

As he painted, he said something in his mouth.

With a tingling and tingling pain, a pungent puff of white smoke rose, and the wound on Hoffa's arm quickly stopped the bleeding and the scab healed. However, the missing vitality of the body will not be able to make up for a while.

Watching Indor's potion heal the wounds on his hands little by little, Hoffa had no other emotion in his heart, only calmness.

For the first time, he got a glimpse of the high-end combat power of this world, which was much more than the wand-to-bang tricks in novels and movies.

Magical creatures plus dark wizards.

It's a combination that's really strong, if it weren't for the powerful ability of Ghost Walk, I'd be a corpse by now.

I'm still too weak.

Too young.

He needs to be stronger, he needs more strength, he needs more time.

After treating his injuries, Induo helped Hoffa to walk briskly to the Duke of Honey's shop in front of him.

Back to Duke Honey, the door was already securely locked.

Indor knocked on the lock, and the door slammed open.

After entering, he locked the door of the store.

Inside the store, the clerks and the owner, without exception, all fell to the ground, unconscious under the effect of the fog.

Indor: "How to get there?"

Hoffa: "Basement. ”

The two walked through the cellar to Duke Honey's basement.

Hoffa moves open the trapdoor in the basement.

Intor didn't need to be reminded, and the two went underground.

All was silent.

Hoffa's magic power was almost exhausted at the moment, and his physical strength had also dropped drastically.

Indor saw Hoffa's weakness, and he quickly threw Hoffa on his body, and the two limped towards Hogwarts.

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An hour later, the door of the Hogsmeade Witches cosmetics store was in shambles. Several unconscious clerks were smashed to the ground in a mess.

Three dark wizards gathered together, two of them holding their wands, looking back and forth at the blood on the ground, occasionally smearing a little in their mouths before spitting out.

Schmidt, on the other hand, sat on the stone steps, staring at a broken brick in front of him. It's as if you're looking not at an ordinary brick, but at a species you've never seen before.

Finally, a wizard who had checked his blood straightened up.

"There's no way to track it, not the Phantom Monkey, it's already within Hogwarts' radiant range, and there's too much magic to protect it. ”

Schmidt sat on the steps, wiping the blood from his face, his face expressionless. After hearing his subordinate's words, he stood up and let out a faint oh.

The other wizard cautiously asked, "Major, are we ..... going back?"

Schmidt raised his head and glanced coldly at the other party. A group of curl-winged demons hissed and roared at him.

The wizard shut up immediately.

After Schmidt wiped the blood off his face, he said coldly: "If you go back, you will die, and if you stay, you can live." ”

Thinking of the terrifying presence behind him, the wizard lowered his head, "Yes." ”

A square-faced wizard next to him said: "That kid is a little weird, I hit him with four or five spells, and he didn't react at all......"

"There must be some precious magic props on him, but I'm afraid that his identity will not be simple. Schmidt said word by word: "When we catch him, we can naturally ask the secret." ”

"So what do we do now?" asked a wizard.

"Get my wand back first, the British Ministry of Magic must have sensed our invasion. Schmidt stood up and put his hood on. "That boy is a student at Hogwarts, let's find a way to get into Hogwarts first. ”

"How is that possible!" said one of his subordinates in amazement, "that school is surrounded by countless defensive magics, how can it be possible to infiltrate it." ”

"It's okay," Schmidt said coldly, the school was not monolithic, Master Grindelwald had left a seed in that school, and now, it was almost time to harvest. ”