"What are you doing here?"

The girl who probed her brain thought she was very hidden, and the sudden sound directly frightened her body to stiffen, and she almost jumped up like a rabbit.

She quickly drew her wand and looked left and right to see that it was Elena.

"Don't look for it, you can't see me."

Norin whispered beside her, and Elena heard his voice, and her heart was gently relaxed.

"What are you doing here?"

Elena asked angrily.

"I can't sleep and go out for a walk."

Norin casually made up a reason, "Hurry back, it's dangerous inside." ”

"Nonsense, of course I know it's dangerous." Elena continued to walk, "I've got to go get something. ”

The picture at this time is a bit weird, and it looks like the girl is talking to herself.

"What has to be taken now, and it is important to have a life?"

Norin pulled her and pointed to the black devil mark in the sky, regardless of whether she could see it or not, and said solemnly,

"Do you know what that is? Mark of the Dark Devil! ”

Elena turned her head suddenly, her long hair flicking on Nolin's face, her eyes meeting Nolin's eyes, and she didn't know if it was a coincidence or something else.

Norin saw a firmness in Elena's big Kazlan eyes that surprised him, and she opened her mouth slightly and spat out a single word:

"Yes."

Norlin realized that he had never known the girl.

After a moment of silence, a bottle of potion suddenly appeared in the air and landed in Elena's hand.

"Phantom Elixir, drink it. I don't know how to hide myself when I come out to join in the fun, I really don't know what you think. ”

Elena blinked her eyelids, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and took it and drank it down.

"Thank you."

Elena's figure faded into the night, and now it was Norin's turn to speak to the air. He reached out and touched Elena's little hand, grabbed it, and pulled her forward.

"So it won't fall apart."

Elena broke free slightly, and after hearing his words, she let him lead her.

However, the crescent moon that secretly curls up at the corners of his mouth is a beautiful scenery that Norlin can't see.

On the battlefield on the other side, the magic fluctuated extremely fiercely.

Each professor was fighting two or three dark wizards on their own, but they fought back and forth without falling behind. The two dueling masters, Professor Flitwick and Alice, were even more faintly suppressed.

Alice jumps sideways repeatedly, and the spell she sends out always cleverly defuses the opponent's attack.

"Avada suo!"

Two voices rang out at the same time, two green lights one after the other, towards Alice, who was fighting with Antonin Dolokhov.

Alice's eyes froze, one foot hit the ground, and she leapt into the air and twisted slightly, dodging the two life-requiring spells in a strange position.

He doesn't look like a serious wizard.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

Not far away, Professor Krell had a furious face on his face, and an extremely rich purple light rushed towards one of the black robes who had released the Death Seeking Spell.

The black-robed man couldn't dodge, and was pierced into his chest by the Drilling Heart Curse, and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, rolling on the ground with his head in his hands.

"Fainted."

Alice, who had escaped the catastrophe, had a fierce stun spell that knocked him unconscious, and at the same time turned a branch into a thick rope and tied him to the trunk.

Professor McGonagall drew her wand, and the dragonclaw locust around her clicked, turning into tree warriors and rushing towards the black-robed group.

A master of transformation, he can be like a fish in water on any battlefield.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration technique directly turned the tide of the battle with an unequal number of people. The Tree Warriors are not afraid of spells or death, and they are suitable to be meat shields.

Coupled with the cold arrows fired by the horses from time to time, the scene was in the hands of the Hogwarts professors for a while.

There were many stumps of trees on the ground that had been knocked down and shattered by spells, and Alger barely managed to fly Professor Flitwick's Imprisonment Charm, stepping on a stake with one foot and shouting:

"Touch of Chaos!"

Professor McGonagall and the others looked solemn, they had seen this unheard-of magic at Christmas, and it was surprisingly powerful.

Countless black tentacles poked out of the void, and the barbs glowing with cold light exuded a wordless deterrent.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Alice looked at the tentacles in front of her, frowned, and asked a little disgusted.

Professor Krell fought back while dodging the spell, and said quickly:

"A dark magic in the Chapter of Chaos, disgusting people have the most hands."

The tentacle tentacle tentatively stretched forward, Alice snorted coldly, and the tip of the wand condensed a beam of lightsaber and slashed hard.

There seemed to be a roar of pain in the air, and half of the tentacles fell to the ground and writhed, turning into a puddle of black mud. The next moment, all the tentacles no longer hesitated, like spears, stabbing at an extremely fast speed.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand again, and the treants rushed forward to withstand the first wave of the tentacles. The tentacles pierced the trunk of the tree and castrated unabated, unrelentingly pounced on several professors.

"Silence!"

At the same time, Alger and several other black-robed men chanted loudly again, and the flames filled the battlefield again. Although the offensive of the fierce fire does not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, it is quite useful against the treants.

One by one, the tree people were burned and distorted, turning into the original trunks and scattering into flying ashes.

Professor Flitwick quickly shook off the two opponents in front of him, one in his left hand, and the unburned branches on the ground rose into the air, the sharp end towards the swarthy tentacles.

Professor McGonagall's old face flashed red, and with a flick of her wand, the branches of the trees in the air transformed into long swords.

Sure enough, it's an old partner for many years. Professor Flitwick thought in satisfaction, his left hand shrinking sharply, and thousands of long swords met the tentacles.

"Here comes the sword!"

Norin, who was watching the battle from afar, whispered and excitedly voiced this move. This level of fighting was a real eye-opener for him.

Elena was also excited to see it next to her, and her eyes were full of brilliance.

The cold, sharp sword collided with the tentacles, slicing, piercing, disintegrating. The barbs on the surface of the tentacles were full of cracks and exploded in the air, and the longsword was castrated, falling weakly to the ground.

"The two professors are really strong. So, try this trick? ”

The magic was broken, and Alger's face turned pale in an instant. But instead of anger on his face, he smiled sarcastically. The next moment, he opened his arms wide and shouted:

"The golem is coming!"

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, and it seemed that countless magic powers had gathered, and the appearance of a summoning circle faintly appeared on the ground. Professor McGonagall and the others all looked solemn and waiting.

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

At this moment, an irritable and rich red light came in an instant, hitting Alger's body. A look of disbelief appeared on Alger's face, and the next second, his body exploded, and red and white things were scattered on the ground.

"What do the professors think? Give the opposite side a big time? ”

After watching the battle for a long time, Norlin, who finally found a chance to make a move, muttered to himself suspiciously.