The strength of the Black Death is related to the original magic of the creature, so the strength of each Black Death is different. If you want to say that these Black Death Apostles that Maca is dealing with, the strongest is the big man who appeared at the beginning.

If Maca guessed correctly, this guy who was much faster and more powerful than the other Black Death Apostles should be the werewolf that Lenny wanted to "meet" - Fenrir Greyback.

As one of the magical creatures of the kind, werewolves possess magical powers that are very different from those of wizards. But there is no doubt that they, like other magical creatures, have a unique magic in their bodies.

That's the source of their power and the source of energy they need to transform.

And Fenrir Greyback, one of the most notorious werewolves of the day, has far more magical power than his fellow companions.

But even so, when dealing with a wizard like Maca who has mastered the power of the rules, his power is quickly revealed.

"Elimination."

After an indifferent roar, the other party exploded with astonishing speed in an instant, and the black qi in his body pulled out a long tail in the air, rushing straight towards the front of Maca.

With a wave of her wand, Maca's extremely cold air spread again. He himself stepped on the magic book and flashed lightly to the side, and with his extremely fast reflexes, he passed the impact of the other party.

The next moment, blue light flashed on his wand again, and the pillar of light spewed out, speeding towards the opponent's back.

Fenrir's senses were sharp, and his natural fighting instincts allowed him to rise two feet suddenly, narrowly avoiding Maca's hand-picked counterattack.

However, he didn't completely dodge.

The white frost spread out on his calves, and the cooling effect continued to spread, and even the black qi on his body seemed to fade a little.

But Fenrir didn't seem to be aware of it, relying on the Black Death's flying ability, he kept moving at high speed, in order to avoid the upward pursuit of the pillar of light.

After a few seconds, the pillar of light dissipated, and Fenrir snapped back.

The rest of the Black Dead continued to attack Maca as if they were not going to die, and although their attacks could be described as haphazard, their fearless madness made up for it.

Fenrir was clearly given an invisible cover.

He stayed in mid-air, his head slightly lowered by the black gas, as if looking at the injury on his calf.

No, that's not just the calves anymore.

The white frost was eroding and spreading to his thighs, and he was still climbing upwards.

"Abandon."

Fenrir pointed at the knife and fell.

Under the unusually powerful force, one leg was almost cut off by him, but there was no blood oozing out of the wound, only the churning black qi entangled.

The leg fell from mid-air, and the part that had been swallowed by the white was smashed into ice slag with a clatter.

Then, Fenrir, who seemed to be unconscious, suddenly raised his head and looked at Maca in front of him.

"Elimination."

Before he could finish speaking, he burst out a few minutes faster than before, almost turning into a black straight line that swept through the air.

"Huh?"

Maka's brow slightly, then turned sideways again, drawing an accurate half-circle of wand in her hand, and with the force of his impact, she moved a few feet to the side.

But at this moment, an inexplicably strong force suddenly appeared from the side of Maca, who was originally an ordinary Black Death, and instantly erupted with amazing magic fluctuations.

"Voldemort?"

This timing was indeed extremely accurate, and it was the moment when Maca used her strength to dodge.

But I saw a black flame surging out very suddenly, turning into a black fireball and hitting Maca's back with a thousand momentum, which contained extremely terrifying power.

Maca is in a state of "concentration", but even if the reaction speed is fast, it is useless for the body to keep up.

He only had time to flick his wand behind him, and an ice-blue glow swirled behind him, transforming into a crystal clear shield.

But under the impact of the menacing black fireball, the shield cracked almost instantly, and then Maca was smashed to the ground under a huge impact.

"Voldemort, this doesn't even want face?"

Only one thought flashed through his mind, and the next moment, he was smashed into the stone steps of the ground without any skill, stirring up countless stone chips and dust.

"Hum, hum, hahaha...... Mclean! ”

In mid-air, Voldemort, who had originally disguised himself as an ordinary Black Death, dissipated the black qi all over his body, revealing his true face.

"Savor the taste of death!"

He obviously didn't intend to let go of this opportunity to take advantage of the victory, and as soon as he said that, he rushed towards the stone pit that Maca had smashed again, and a thick black flame ignited in his hand.

"Boom!"

Voldemort's clutches condensed the black flame, and in the mid-air near the stone pit, it slapped down fiercely in a particularly violent attitude, and the black flame instantly turned into a flame meteor and suddenly fell in the center of the stone pit.

A violent explosion followed, and black flames exploded around the center of the pit.

The terrifying power of this blow caused the entire hall to shake slightly, and even the ceiling fell with a cloud of dust.

"First you, then Dumbledore...... Oh, and that Lockhart! When I get rid of you one by one, who else is my opponent in the British wizarding world? ”

Although his words were arrogant, Voldemort's eyes were still fixed on the dusty stone pit, and a black flame once again condensed in his palm.

For this kid in front of him, he can't be careless.

Quiet! Very quiet! It was as if Maca was really dead, and there was no movement.

After a while, the smoke and dust in the pit gradually settled, and Voldemort's expression suddenly stiffened.

In the deep pit full of stone chips, there was not even a human figure!

"How is that possible?"

His eyes narrowed, his gaze wandering in and out of the crater, scanning every inch of the hall back and forth, but still finding nothing.

"Come out!"

Voldemort suddenly waved out the black flame in his hand, sweeping through the hall like a hurricane, and the sound of whistling was endless for a while.

But when the black flames swept through the arch in the center of the hall, they were immediately missing by more than half.

Voldemort looked at the seemingly unremarkable arch with a surprised gaze, the black draperies still fluttering lightly, undamaged.

At that moment, a pillar of ice-blue light burst out from behind Voldemort's right side, and the cold caused a layer of snow-white frost to form in the place where it passed.

Voldemort's face suddenly tightened, and a layer of black gas rose from his body, and he suddenly flew up. But before he could fly high, he was hit by the pillar of light that was picked up.

The black qi around him immediately dissipated a lot, and the whole person was also hit by the impact against the wall.

It was at this moment that the wall he had hit suddenly turned into a giant hand, grabbed Voldemort's body and slammed him into the archway.

The power of the black rock's giant hand was so powerful that with just one flick of it, Voldemort flew towards the black curtain on the arch at great speed.

And three feet...... Two feet ...... One Foot ......

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort was almost touching the strange black curtains!

"Bang!"

Maybe it was only a few inches off, but Voldemort, who reacted in time, decisively turned into a puff of black gas, and dissipated at the moment when he was about to touch the forbidden thing.

At the other end of the hall, Maca stood hunched over the rubble of stone and dust, holding the broken stone steps in one hand and holding her wand steadily in the other, without the slightest trembling.

He shook his head with a little regret, and then his wand lit up again, the tip of the wand pointing at the last Black Dead abandoned by Voldemort, Fenrir Greyback.

At the same time, Fenrir, who had not made any movements, tilted his head slightly, and then, as if he had received some order, he leaped into a cloud of black flames and flew towards the door of the hall.

With a flick of her hand, the ice-blue pillar of light shot out again, striking him in the back before she could burst out of the hall.

This time, the pillar of light lasted for a very short time, almost flickering for a moment, and then dissipated immediately.

After all, Maca's magic power is a little lacking, and now it is very close to the limit, and he needs to leave a little bit of strength in case of accidents.

Although Fenrir tried to avoid it, he couldn't dodge it this time, and the black qi on his body immediately dissipated, and the whole person was frozen.

"Ahem......"

Maca coughed violently twice, then took a deep breath and forced herself to endure the discomfort. Then he took out a bottle of potion from his waist, uncorked it and poured it down.

With a slight sigh of relief, he glanced one last at the archway, and then shuffled slowly towards the door of the hall without saying a word.

……

"Ding-dong-"

In Black's old house, Sirius's mother let out another shrill scream as the doorbell jingled.

"Who's ringing the doorbell again?" Sirius's anger was ignited again, "How many times have I told them?" How many times! ”

Sirius, who was sorting out the report with Lupin in the reception room, stood up and walked angrily to the foyer.

"Who's here again?" Ron asked curiously, "Isn't there no one who comes to this point every day?" Everybody has their own business......"

"We just need to be ourselves, don't worry about it so much!" Hermione glared at Ron and said, "Hurry up and memorize the notes I lent you—if you want to improve, you can't be lazy!" ”

"Of course! Of course! Ron nodded hurriedly, then leaned back on the table and looked at a thick notebook.

“…… Mclean? Sirius's annoyed voice came faintly from the hallway, "I haven't seen you ring the doorbell before, do you find fault?" ”