In four years at Hogwarts, Hagrid and Ike didn't have much contact, and it could even be said that if it weren't for Hermione, their concern would have been limited to pure students and professors.

That's it, it's only two years away.

However, Hagrid still knows a lot about Ike, mainly thanks to Hermione and Ron, especially Ron, who basically says a word or two every time they meet. Excluding the vast majority of these more unpleasant subjective evaluations, one thing is confirmed, and it was confirmed at the Triwizard Tournament.

Ike, very strong.

Seeing Ike here is definitely not good news for Hagrid, as Goma and his men, McNeil, plus Ike, and he only has Olim Maxim. It can be said that if one is not careful, they will probably not be able to escape.

Of course, such a complicated matter was only briefly turned in Hagrid's mind, and then it was filled with anger and regret.

"You're really with the Death Eaters, Ike." Hagrid sighed, feeling a little sad.

"I'm a Death Eater now, Hagrid." Ike pulled out his wand and squeezed it in his hand, "You need to get used to this. ”

"I ......" Hagrid opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say at all, but Maxim on the side couldn't help it, and somehow, she was very angry lately.

With Hegla behind him, Maxim pointed his wand at Ike and shouted, "Thunderbolt blast!" ”

The bright red light flashed, but it fell straight to the ground beside him, blowing up countless pieces of gravel and soil, and rolling towards several people. Ike subconsciously stepped back, waved his wand, and suddenly a silvery-white light mask appeared around his body, blocking all the rubble and clods outside.

"Damn it!"

McNeil cursed, raising his wand and about to fight back, but he didn't want Maxim to take a step faster, when a whirlwind suddenly appeared, rolling up the rubble and dirt and struck several people. Seeing this, McNeil hurriedly flashed to the side, these small gravels are not inconspicuous, and they still hurt when they hit their bodies.

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

"Broken bones!"

Maxim continued to make more and more small rubble, and the small whirlwind grew bigger and bigger, and slowly it took the shape of a tornado. There was no need for Maxim to continue filling it with weapons, debris, clothing, snow on the ground, and rolled up clods of gravel and dirt, which spun wildly, and even the tall horses felt a little headache.

Without hesitation, while everyone was in a hurry at the big scene she had made, Maxim grabbed Hagrid's hand tightly and waved his wand violently.

"Smack!"

After a shrill sound, there were still shadows of two people in the same place.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, the tornado vanished, and the things that had been rolled up seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and then they came to a halt in mid-air, and then fell to the ground crackling like rain, smashing the giants to their feet.

McNeil dodged several of the things that were smashing at him, and when he looked back, he saw Ike running towards him.

"Let's go!"

His arm was grabbed, and he was dragged a few steps towards where Hagrid and Maxim had disappeared. Then Ike stretched his wand forward, closed his eyes, and quickly opened them. Then, with a flick of his wand, the two of them disappeared in place.

The magic of phantom migration is something that almost all adult wizards can use proficiently, but it is the first time that McNeil has seen someone like Ike who can follow the traces of the other party's migration.

Moreover, this phantom shift is not stable. When McNeill's feet hit the ground again, he immediately noticed that Ike's entire left arm had turned red, and there was even a noticeable loss of a shoulder position.

"What are you doing, they're in front!"

Ike's cold voice woke McNeil, and he looked back to the front, only to see Hagrid and Maxim looking at each other in amazement. Obviously, Ike's approach also surprised the two.

"Faint!"

McNeil didn't hesitate, but his stun spell didn't have any effect, and was easily blocked by Maxim, and even quickly blasted over a few spells, and he was caught off guard.

Like fireworks, the spell rained down like McNeill. In just an instant, he had no room to fight back, so he could only struggle to support himself.

"Is this the strength of Headmaster Beauxbatons!" McNeill was slandering in his heart, but he was shouting Ike's name in his mouth, and it was not easy for him to barely support himself without being defeated.

"Hold on a little longer!"

It's not that Ike doesn't help, it's that he's in big trouble.

Lv5's phantom migration is still a little reluctant to follow other people's migration trajectories, or it's very reluctant to take someone to do this kind of thing, after a long absence, Ike encountered a split again.

As soon as he took out a bottle of white fresh juice from his pocket and put it on the wound, before he could cast the healing spell, McNeil was suppressed by Maxim. On his side, Hagrid also pulled out a small pink umbrella and rushed towards him.

Unlike other wizards, Hagrid's combat style is a different style of art, his magic release speed is only average, but solid, and he will quickly approach his target when casting spells. Looking at the clenched fist, Ike was sure that if he was hit, it was inevitable that he would pass out, and it was not impossible to even be killed by a punch.

Back off! Back off!

Ike kept casting the obstacle spell to block Hagrid, but it didn't work very well. Some were dodged by Hagrid, some hit him, but they only made him stagger and rush a little slower.

But it's enough.

With Ike's current level of magic, opening the bow left and right is considered a basic operation. The right hand released the obstacle spell, and the injured left hand moved slightly, and the emerald green light flashed on the left shoulder, coupled with the effect of white fresh juice, it didn't take long for the injury of the split body to heal.

Without hesitation, he swung his wand down with his right hand, and Hagrid, who had been rushing forward, suddenly felt like he was hitting a hard wall, and his body immediately took a few steps back uncontrollably, and he staggered for a while.

"There are many obstacles!"

"The flames are blazing!"

Spells struck Hagrid's body, and every now and then rocks fell on him. Hagrid tried his best to block it, but he couldn't stop it. Just like McNeil and Maxim on the side, in just one moment, he completely fell into an absolute disadvantage.

This scene was seen by Maxim next to him, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious, and with a ruthless blow, he directly knocked McNeil out, and the magic immediately attacked Ike like a torrential rain.

"Be careful!"

McNeil shouted, and he didn't know where his wand had flew, so he could only give a warning. Ike was unhurried, his huge silver shield in front of him, crackling with magic, but still solid. However, Hagrid was able to block the incoming magic because Ike was involved in some of his energy.

"Let's go!"

Maxim maintained his magic as he grabbed Hagrid's hand. After Hagrid blocked another spell, Maxim cast the Phantom Movement again, trying to run away.

"Shadowless!"

Seeing this, the silver shield in front of Ike suddenly lit up a little more, but then it was hit like a torrential rain and was full of cracks. As if Ike hadn't heard it, he quickly waved his wand down in his right hand.

"Smack!"

A piercing voice sounded, and Ike put away his crumbling silver shield, but there were still shadows of Hagrid and Maxim in front of him?

"Escaped?" McNeil finally got up from the ground, walked over to Ike, and asked.

"Ran away." With that, Ike crouched down, reached out and grabbed a lump of dirt on the ground, and threw it back.

"It's ...... Blood? ”

"Yes." Ike nodded and straightened up, "My spell still hit them, but it wasn't all useless. ”

"Let's go, go back." Reaching out and grabbing McNeil's arm, Ike said flatly.

In the next second, the figures of the two disappeared.