readx;? Chapter 641: Shadow Shuttle

With a wave of his arm, he leaned against the many tables, chairs and benches in the corner, and flew towards his opponent in unison. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In those huge tables, blocking the opponent's view for a moment, his figure had turned into a slender black shadow.

The shadows flew through like lightning, merging into the darkness and hiding in the many shadows of the Great Hall.

Riddle's black shadow weaved back and forth through the shadows of the Great Hall, jumping through the shadows, one magic after another shooting out from the dark corners of the Great Hall.

Frost, flames, sharp knives, sharp arrows, brilliance, poisonous mist, lightning, and all kinds of spells attack your opponents from all directions.

He actually surrounded George from all sides with his own strength, and at this time he attacked with all his strength, which was really more terrifying than the siege of the three just now.

He attacked, mixed with words of provocation, "The mystery of magic is not something that a young man like you, who only relies on talent and family, can understand. ”

He said indignantly, "You have not suffered, you have not suffered. You haven't given anything to magic, you have nothing but talent. ”

Before the words fell, those terrifying attacks had completely engulfed the opponent, and the frost and flames collided with each other, and a thick white mist rose.

The collision of sharp knives and sharp arrows emitted a hum of gold and iron, and the mixture of brilliance and poisonous mist weaved into an evil pattern, and the lightning came first, detonating all attacks.

Clanging, humming, explosions, the sizzling of floors and wooden tables as they corrode.

Riddle shouted angrily, "Look, this is my power, the power I give everything, not to change myself, but also to gain it." ”

He mocked loudly as he walked back and forth in the shadows without stopping.

Evil whispers continued to emanate from all corners of the auditorium.

Riddle alone was like an entire army, with a never-ending assault of spells and words.

"In this world, you are so shallow, so gifted that you can grow up fast enough. But the darkness is my world, I am the master of the darkness, I have all the black magic in the wizarding world, and many more of the magic I have created. ”

"Hiss, hiss, hiss. ”

In all corners of the auditorium, all kinds of venomous snakes are constantly crawling out, including golden krait, silver krait, bamboo leaf green, soldering iron head, viper, five-step snake, cobra, king cobra, pit viper, lily snake, and sea snake.

Hundreds of venomous snakes crawled out of the corners of the auditorium and roamed the entire auditorium. The vipers all hissed with their mouths wide open, their fangs full of venom.

They cling to the ground, feeling the slightest vibration of the ground, spitting out their forked tongues, gathering any unusual information in the air.

They use their predatory instincts, which have evolved over thousands of years, to search for enemies lurking in the shadows.

They are sure that there is no prey under their search, and they can escape their perception. They can't wait to cut the blood vessels of their prey with their fangs and inject the most viscous venom into the body of their prey.

But the instincts that make them predators in the harshest of environments didn't work this time.

No matter how keen their perception is, they get nothing.

He has a keen sense of touch to distinguish the sound of different footsteps hundreds of meters away, and does not find any movement. Just like infrared, it can analyze the sense of smell of one percent of the heat change in the air, and there is no trace of it.

It's like they're looking for someone who doesn't exist, they're looking for a stone, they're looking for a piece of wood, they're searching for something that doesn't exist.

Their enemies vanished into thin air.

The poisonous snakes crawled in a panic, searching for their prey that was completely non-existent.

Seeing this, Riddle's verbal offensive finally stopped.

He hid in the shadows, constantly searching for the other's traces, he probed from corner to corner, he jumped from shadow to shadow.

Nothing was found, the other person seemed to have really disappeared into thin air, or had the other party already left?

Speculation arose in Riddle.

As for the opponent who fell in the first round of attacks, he didn't have such a fluke idea.

Even if this opponent controls his own magic power, his unfathomable strength is not destined to be defeated by his first round of attacks.

So, where exactly did the opponent hide?

Immediately he knew.

"Why don't you keep jumping?"

A voice rang in his ears, and a terrible pressure appeared beside him, and the creep of being targeted by the monster made his heart chill.

Riddle immediately jumped into another shadow.

But the terrible voice, the terrible oppression, came to his ears again, and he had to shuttle into another shadow again.

"Nice magic, is it called Shadow Jump?"

Riddle kept jumping in and out of the shadows, but the voice followed him like a maggot attached to a bone.

"By transforming yourself, you gain the affinity of the shadow, and let yourself blend into the shadow. ”

"Very genius idea, very good magic. ”

"Compared to the temporary distraction and discomfort caused by teleportation, this short-distance shadow shuttle is much more effective in battle. ”

No matter where Riddle jumped, the voice followed him like a shadow.

He had to keep jumping, trying to avoid his opponent's follow, until he shuttled again, and the voice didn't even come out.

He secretly screamed badly, and an invisible impact squeezed him out of the shadows.

As soon as he revealed his figure, he immediately shrank into a ball, and his whole person turned into a mass of thick ink.

Immediately after, a series of explosions stirred up layers of ripples and folds on the inky blackness.

The voice said softly, "Tom, why do you think you can put a trap under my nose?"

The trap that Riddle had secretly planted in his shuttle was as obvious as lighting a match in front of his eyes.

An illusory, translucent figure appeared in mid-air in the auditorium.

The cold moonlight poured out, reflecting his ethereal, like a holy spirit on high.

George looked at Tom Riddle condescendingly, "Aside from a shadow shuttle, you're not doing well, Tom." ”

He shook his head lightly, "Magic is not an unpalatable dish, and your achievements in magic have little to do with your ability to endure hardships." ”

(To be continued.) )