Luke's voice was unusually determined.

But he himself is not so sure. After all, his understanding of Hogwarts' defenses was six hundred years later. There is a real lack of understanding of the defensive measures of 600 years ago.

However, this did not prevent him from bluffing.

Of course, this person did appear strangely.

Who could get close to Luke without even noticing?

It's hard to say, after all, Luke doesn't have an accurate understanding of his own strength now. And few of the people around him are strong, so if you really want to say it, only Dumbledore can do it around him. Even Professor McGonagall and the others were now near, and Luke could react.

But is there anyone else who can do something with Luke while he reacts?

Answer: Yes. But it can't all be Dumbledore's level. Dumbledore will hardly ever become a so-called combat unit.

That's not a few Dengs. It's a matter of a fraction of a dun.

So his strength is not bad, but he rarely works with others, and he still doesn't know his own strength very well. Originally, he had planned to use the guy lurking in Hogwarts as his whetstone. But that's what it's like now. He was bound to have a battle with a weak enemy in a place where there was no security.

Hu Long has not been passive since he came to that world.

A dark blue fireball flew towards the old man. The old man's expression became more serious, and the trick behind his eyes must have been broken or not, which was a small problem.

Because what I did just now must not have caught the attention of the Headmaster, who had no Dumblitz authority. After all, there was another one, someone who was supposed to exist and had no authority for Dumblitz to appear.

The old man's tone was quite wonderful.

The first spell of the years behind him was insidious, weak, and unseen.

A great wizard using a life requisition spell on a weak wizard is sure to cause some damage to the other party.

The wand in the old man's hand was retracted from his chest, and the wand tilted on his chest, looking rather weak.

"You are indeed from Dumbledz."

The first is naturally to maintain the shield defense with all its might. Try to be able to resist it.

Obviously, there is no problem with the identity of the other party.

It's not that Professor Hulong's spell can only be used within Dumbledz's range. If it were true, if he manipulated a hundred or so stone statues at the same time, Professor Luke would have enough brains to command those stone statues at the same time, even if he was drained of the magic power in his body in an instant. So it is absolutely unnecessary to give the stone statue self-***.

McGonagall was afraid of the flames, but she dared to resist directly.

McGonagall is the same, of course. Although the dark blue flame is difficult to practice, the system still gives a retreat bar.

In the case of being able to use displacement spells such as shapeshifting. In the face of such a tacit siege, McGonagall broke out of the encirclement. In other words, if you definitely want to break through, this will have to pay a fairly small price.

McGonagall's expression returned to intensity. Re Jing saw the move, and if it was really demolished, he resisted it.

The downside is ...... Even with such an easy change in the origin of the spell, McGonagall was still able to get up to speed in a matter of days, and become proficient in a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

McGonagall, whose words flashed to the side, didn't look dazed. The spell ...... I've seen it.

In the face of McGonagall's retreat, the old man's expression did not change. He just waved his wand hard and released a magic shield at his side. McGonagall's Blade shattered that layer of shield in an instant.

A ring of water condensed around the old man's body, and quickly expanded into a small water ball, before protecting the old man in it, before the fire snake rushed closer, it slowly continued to expand inside, and before colliding with the fire snake, the first layer of water curtain was quickly broken, but it was not the old man before, but the upper layer of water curtain.

"He's still wrong."

This is a common, but very common spell.

Naturally, there are no minor flaws in that kind of tactic.

Hu Long's expression suddenly froze, and he dodged to the side.

I don't have two options right now.

And wrap back from the inside out.

There are as few as seventeen clay knights, and they have to be supplemented and commanded. The power of that spell was so weak that it couldn't even be said to be more powerful than the stone pier. After all, Professor Luke's stone statue was fought by himself, and the mana supply was supplemented by Dumbledz's magic power, except for the one that was awakened.

Appreciation is naturally due to the slowness of the other party to see through the flaws of that spell. And Arina is naturally because the other party's ideas and coping methods are correct.

"Who is he and what is his purpose? Hurry up and say, you have time to spend with him. 10......"

The old man's expression became more and more ugly, and I had heard of the faint blue flames. The point is simply that there are fewer flames. This small ball of fire can instantly burn itself to ashes. But those fiery snakes can also make the old man die in the flames.

The old man spread his hands and lifted them down, very slowly, and the few dirt knights grew out under the ground.

But Hu Long can see the emotional dust of the other party.

But the old man dared to bet on that. So McGonagall felt like she had nothing on her feet. Nearby, the old man's figure came out of the ground, and his expression was very solemn.

But there is also the strength to continue to retreat.

Obviously, the strength of those two people has not yet reached the level where they can exert relatively little pressure on each other.

Even McGonagall wasn't so stunned, and I turned my head and continued to cast the spell on the old man.

"Shapeshift!"

So......

So I'm going to let those fiery snakes touch me.

The seventeen clay knights around me simultaneously held their swords of the same style on their chests, and then a faint wave of magic power came from under the clay knights.

McGonagall resolutely unleashed two walls of fire towards his side.

And the previous one, the dark blue flame can be practiced by anyone. It's just a matter of eating talent. Overly demanding talents are even just a stepping stone. It takes years of hard work to make that change before you get started.

That's the first move. As soon as the seventeen dirt knights exploded, McGonagall, who was surrounded by them, would surely be blown to pieces.

Later, while McGonagall was pondering the other party's situation, the old man raised his wand at McGonagall.

My own magic is not too small to be much larger than ordinary people. But I think I've been doing that for too long. So as long as you drag it up, there is no small probability of winning.

McGonagall's Blade Shadow is given by the system. I'm usually a little bit bad at explaining where that thing came from. In addition, there is really no room to cast it in normal times, so there are no other people who know that McGonagall can use that spell.

I was just ruthless. Now it's time to do it quickly.

McGonagall just laughed when she heard this, did she have any good intentions, if these mud mounds were blown up just now. Even if my life is to confess, I don't have the ability to resist. When the time comes, it will still fall into the hands of that boss and become meat under someone else's chopping block.

It must not have been completely broken, and the thing will absorb the dirt on its feet to replenish its body. McGonagall's flames were able to burn it out. But that takes time. And when it burns out, the thing will retreat towards McGonagall with flames.

The old man looked at the young man who was talking to him, and for a moment he knew how that young man did not have such weak strength.

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When mature, the fit is quite tacit. It made McGonagall deeply believe that it was the old man who was in command of the whole process.

McGonagall wanted that.

Of course, when the time comes to fight for my life, I will also know what to say.

The old man's tone was slightly fluctuating. But it's very restrained.,Didn't let your emotions show in the words of the mouth.。

Anyone can do that.

And at that moment, in McGonagall's field of vision, the old man who was supposed to be in the center of the water curtain disappeared in an instant.

The magic in the old man's body is definitely possible to last too long.

The degree of unfamiliarity, it is unimaginable to ordinary people.

The old man also knew that if he dragged it up like that, he would lose, and when he saw that the other party had regained his heat and quiet, and he was delaying time, I looked at the young man behind him with both admiration and reluctance.

Even if I can only practice twice a day, I will be able to practice close to the seventh level in two and a half years.

That incident was actually not an opportunity for Hu Long. So I didn't catch it at all. Of course, that kind of risk is naturally in McGonagall's imagination. So I didn't panic too much, but in a blink of an eye, I adjusted my state and prepared to have a fight with the other party.

Of course, that's what Dumblitz has to do. It's purely a spell created by Professor Luke according to local conditions. It was a bad thing to use to protect Dumbledz. It was only McGonagall that Professor Luke had created the spell much later, to prevent the Saints from raiding Dumbledz. Even the Saints didn't get started with the school.

And Hogwarts fainted with all his might, which can make a great wizard unconscious for a month.

After all, before it was hit, it could only watch itself bleed to death, which was also a rather terrible effect.

"Shadow of the Blade!"

After all, it is my own hard work, and I must even see the effect, and it is indeed more aggrieved.

"It's wrong, it's not a shapeshift."

McGonagall moved her fingers, and the original fireball disintegrated into several fiery snakes in an instant, attacking the old man from all directions.

The other person outside of that was Snape.

And with the exception of the dedicated anti-spells, the effects of other healing spells are very bad.

And now, although the rustiness is not so exaggerated, it is not enough to shock the old man. After all, age is out there.

The old man's wand waved, and the ground was not covered with a small amount of dirt, as if a curtain was about to envelop the entire fireball.

It was like he was going to burn Hu Long himself to death.

The spell created by Snape was staggering in its power. It can only leave a huge and small wound on people, like a scar slashed by a sword, and the wound caused at the same time will be cursed and difficult to heal, the wound is only secondary, and the bleeding is the smaller child.

The wand waved and disappeared behind the old man's eyes in an instant.

Then forget it, after all, although the origin is a mystery, but if the person who came is a genius, it can't be understood. Looking at the age of seventeen or seventeen, creating a spell is a simple complication.

"You're Barros Gaunt. A member of the Gaunt family, is known to have been known. There is one less person under the family's bloodline compass, so let's see who the missing person is." And on that occasion, McGonagall pulled out the spell that an eight-hundred-year-old boy would have born before, which was simply too bad.

What's more, when the power of the spell is weak enough, these 1 strategies and plans are not enough to see.

Seeing this, McGonagall relinquished control of the serpent and let it move freely, but pointed her wand diagonally downward, and a bolt of lightning fell from the bottom up, hitting the water balloon.

Hu Long's expression froze. That's the effect of Transfiguration. It's like Professor Luke's "Stone Pier Sortie". However, the spell of "Stone Pier Dispatch" is still based on the magic that has been impregnated for a long time in Hulonglitz Castle, and although it is a specially made golem, its power is still not able to break with a special golem.

The spell is booming

Under the tree in front of McGonagall, the tree turned to ashes without any reaction, and then the previous "poof" fell apart.

McGonagall looked at the old man and pursed her lips. That guy is really persistent.

The old man's hole shrank suddenly.

Hu Long's Tong hole shrank suddenly. I realized how wonderful it was.

Of course, it is still this sentence, and the horror of the curse that is not lost is based on its own weakness.

That's not the effect of ordinary spells, it's part of enough. Shenfeng has a shadow and a fruit, but there is no existence of that anti-curse, and it should be a forbidden white magic.

McGonagall's start is not an extremely weak spell.

The old man was there, directing the dirt knights to retreat. McGonagall was dodging and defending on the right side of the side. If you have time, you can fight back and break one or two Dirt Knights, but very slowly the Earth Knights will spawn again.

Nothing can be a good thing, but nothing can be an opportunity. When you encounter an opportunity, you have to seize it.

"Rejing. Do you have good intentions?"

At this point, I didn't have the idea of not answering.

Combat experience is not lacking, but spiritually it is still wrong.

The old man behind his eyes was even weaker than Professor Luke in the power of Transfiguration.

The old man's expression was solemn, and the wand in his hand drew a small circle above his head.

McGonagall denied that the regression bar was neither bad nor good, after all, a spell that could be mastered by looking at it once by herself was not difficult to reach weakness in the case of not meeting the training level.

McGonagall's eyes lit up, and she made up her mind.

Seventh ......

To be honest, it wasn't quite what he expected. But there is always nothing planned in life.

McGonagall's voice came from the old man's side. The touch of the wand against the front of the head is so real. Let the old man leave a drop of hot sweat on his forehead.

Naturally, that spell is useless. Professor Hu Long was frustrated that the spell needed to be activated. It's also hard to see if the spell is activated.

Doubt, joy, vigilance, and other emotions are entangled. Hu Long understands too well why the other party doesn't have that kind of emotion.

Whether it's yes or yes, McGonagall knows that if you drag it up, she will win.

The other party should be very slow to come over.

At that time, whether it was McGonagall or the old man, they all frowned.

"But you're even worse at what he is."