Thomas, who was hiding in the back kitchen of the restaurant, heard no explosion!

"Boom-"

When Charlie landed heavily on the roof on the fire dragon, there was a dull thud of smashing sounds, and the bricks and rubble suddenly scattered in all directions.

The roof is sloping, and the grip of the fire dragon is even more crunchy like a French mille-feuille. For this reason, Nobeta flapped her wings and slipped on the top several times before barely holding on to the edge of the brick.

And then she let out a roar of annoyance.

"Roar—"

Xu Shiguang stood on the roof and yelled, and Nobeta lowered her head slightly, when she found the figure passing by quickly on the side of the street below. Then, a stream of blazing flames erupted from her mouth.

With such a big movement, it is naturally impossible not to be noticed.

The black-eyed wizard, who had been chased around by Harry and had finally been sent back to the side street, saw it and swung his backhand above his head, and the black substance that had been surrounding him instantly condensed into an arc-shaped shield above him.

And when the Flame Dragon Breath really fell on his side, he saw him turn around suddenly, and with the help of a slight block of the shield, he hurriedly flashed into the hole in the wall at the beginning.

The next moment, the flames, which were so striking in the darkness of the night, fell to the ground, burning the street into a charred pothole.

"It's broken!" When Charlie on the dragon's back saw it, he immediately shouted at Harry, who was chasing after him, "Get in!" The sorcerer with the wound just now was inside! ”

In fact, Charlie had tried to stop the black-eyed wizard from running into it, so he had Nobeta spew a flame into the hole in the wall. But who knows, in the end, it was still run into it by that guy!

“…… Let's hope it's okay! ”

Seeing that Harry quickly followed through the hole in the wall, Charlie, who was lying on the back of the dragon and looking down, finally retracted his neck and muttered softly.

As far as the current situation in London is concerned, the people who can still walk the streets and alleys are more or less capable. Not to mention, he had just clearly seen that the other party had entered with an immobile wounded.

Therefore, in his opinion, even if he suddenly encountered the black pupil wizard, the other party might not have the ability to save his life in a short period of time.

However...... How to say that?

Charlie guessed correctly, but the actual situation is obviously quite different from his imagination.

……

"Bang!"

When a figure broke in coldly through the hole in the wall, Thomas, who was already procrastinating and a little sluggish, was stunned on the spot.

Who is this? How do you come out with a flame background?

Looking out of the hole in the wall behind the other party, suddenly a fierce pillar of fire fell from the sky, and Thomas couldn't react at this time. It wasn't until the other party dodged to the side, dodging a stream of flames that had splashed in from the outside, that he shivered under the gaze of those black eyes.

No matter who that guy is, it's certainly not a good stubble.

"Except for your weapons!"

Thomas, who instantly sensed the mortal threat, once again used his previous almost invincible disarming spell - even if the other party didn't have a weapon in his hand, it would be good to be able to smash this guy out, wouldn't it?

But this time, the disarming spell that had helped him several times in a row finally hit a wall, and it was still an arc-shaped "black wall".

"Whew-"

When the black-eyed wizard casually propped up a black shield, the red arc of magic light also crashed into it. Suddenly, when the light particles flew away, this absolutely powerful disarming spell was completely blocked, and it didn't even have the slightest impact on the other party.

Then, at the moment when Thomas's spell was over and there was no time to do anything, a sharp black thorn flew towards him.

Damn!

Thomas didn't care about the image at all...... Of course, he never cared about his image, and when he saw him, he rolled to the side, and very ugly dodged the deadly black thorn.

Then, he subconsciously looked at the chair he was sitting on, only to find that the chair had been directly pierced by the black thorn and nailed to the wall.

Needless to say, if he hadn't dodged just now, he would have been strung there with a chair!

However, that's not all.

Not long after the first black thorn was in the wall, the second followed. At a loss, Thomas, who had not had time to get up, was busy rolling again......

"Oops, it's early!"

The next second this thought suddenly flashed through his mind, he felt a sharp pain in his left leg when he flipped to the side, and then, his leg could no longer move.

"Ahh

Thomas is just an ordinary person, and he is not very strong. Right now, his left leg was pierced by a black thorn, and before he could even get blood out, he couldn't help but grab his injured leg and howl.

But then, when the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the third black thorn, he couldn't scream even if it hurt again. The fear of death made him quiet suddenly, and his mind went blank as he had been in the alley.

Until now, it had only been a few seconds since the black-pupiled wizard broke in, and the flame dragon breath outside had not even completely dissipated.

"Are you finally going to die?"

Looking at the third black thorn that was about to end his life, he suddenly flew towards him, and the target was his chest and abdomen, which he couldn't move at all.

"Well, why do I say 'finally'?"

In the field of vision, the black thorn gradually enlarged...... Is it slowing down? Or is the moment before death always extraordinarily long?

"Oh, yes! It stands to reason that I should have died. It's just because of an inexplicable accident that I have dragged my life to this ......"

Suddenly, the scene of himself stoning a man to death flashed through Thomas's mind.

"Doesn't it mean that people look back on their lives before they die? Why did I come to my place, but only this memory I didn't want to recall? ”

"Ahh That's right, I killed someone who couldn't resist...... Perhaps this is retribution! ”

No, it's not like that! That guy should be damned - that madman killed more people, I just wanted to protect more people!

Yes, I had to kill him, I had to kill him! I......

Thoughts flew through Thomas's mind, either frankly or quibly. And his spirit, with these thoughts, is getting closer and closer to a certain hidden power in the soul.

Finally, just as the sharp black thorn was about to touch his chest, a black mist erupted from all over his body, enveloping him all over it.

Immediately, a muffled sound of "bells" was heard and spread in the kitchen behind him, and the black thorn was slapped aside by him. The force of that blow was so great that even the walls were smashed into several cracks.

I think that the Black Death Apostles under Voldemort's hands were like this, at the cost of losing the ability to cast spells, all the magic in their bodies turned into energy that strengthened their bodies. But unlike Voldemort's "half-", Thomas still maintains a clear consciousness.

Of course, for the first time, this inspired the "arrogant" rule Thomas, who clearly has not yet stabilized on a mental level. Those emotions just now have unconsciously turned into a fighting impulse that is eager to be released.

"Roar—"

At this moment, Maca was actually sitting on the old sofa next to her, quietly watching this scene.

This time, he didn't interfere except to keep an eye on the situation and plan to save Thomas's life if he failed to activate his energy.

So all of this was done by Thomas of his own volition.

As she rushed towards the black-eyed wizard with black qi all over her body, Maca glanced at the staff in her hand again. There was no doubt that the red streamer on the surface of the stone ball was once again in full bloom, and the tremor continued to increase with Thomas's changes.

But Maca knew very well in her heart that no matter how much it trembled, it would be impossible to reach the limit. Because just one Thomas can't change much.

But...... Well, that's enough.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang in front of her, and Maca looked up at it—it was Thomas.

I saw that his fist, which was diffused with black mist, had already slammed heavily on the spherical shield that the black pupil wizard had just held up. The huge force forcibly pushed the big black ball that was one person high and flew through the wall.

Coincidentally, around the same time, Maca saw Harry, with the Gryffindor sword in his hand, rushing in from the hole in the wall from earlier.

When Harry noticed a figure covered in black mist running out of another hole, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment before turning back and following out.

When he returned to the street outside, he saw that the swarthy unknown figure was smashing an equally black ball, each blow so hard that the ground seemed to tremble.

And although the black ball is still intact, it was smashed into the ground little by little by the guy like a piledriver.

Truth be told, Voldemort's Black Death Apostle Harry knew. Not only did he know, but he had seen it, exactly like the guy not far away.

But it's a bit uncertain whether the black smoke guy is the Black Death Apostle...... If I have to say it, Voldemort has been killed by Maca a long time ago, is there any "Black Death" that could exist now?

Anyway, the other party is now fighting the black-eyed wizard, which is what Harry is happy to see. So, at least for now......

"Maybe it's a good choice to calm down and watch from the sidelines?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head and glance at Charlie on the roof.

。 m.