In just a few minutes, the plains, which were still hot and dry, were completely frozen, like a permafrost.

The hot mist also turned into hail and fell to the ground, and the snowflakes fell, making the wasteland silver re-wrapped.

Rove is like a poor and scared child, who is careful in his daily life, but he will suddenly get rich, and he will start to consume with revenge, wantonly squandering that majestic magic.

Even the manor, which is like spring all year round, has been affected.

Towering ancient trees, branches and leaves falling, a snow-white waterfall in the manor that cascades down from a high place, instantly frozen, like an ice pick hanging under the eaves.

Standing in the room, even leaning against the fireplace, Nicol felt cold in his hands and feet, and his joints and bones began to ache, as if they were being bitten by ants.

He smiled wryly, and wanted Rove to ...... Hurry up and receive the "supernatural powers"!

Weather spells are extremely high-end and complex magic, such as Newt's chest, which uses this spell a lot to create a suitable living environment for different magical creatures.

And a change of weather of this caliber like Rove's has not been seen in many years.

Of course, Rove was tricky, and he drew on the magic of the manor to make such a large-scale snowfield.

But at the end of the day, it's the magic that he has mastered to make it work out.

Looking at Rove fighting Voldemort through the huge glass ball, Nicol sincerely sighed that the fourteen-year-old Rove was really a genius who was difficult to guess with common sense.

Dumbledore back then, it seems, is far inferior.

Standing behind the magic barrier, Rove looked at the black python formed by the fire spell.

It was originally tens of meters, but now it has been worn down in size, like a candle with a flickering lamp, crumbling in the wind and snow, flickering and dimming, and no longer the terrible atmosphere before.

The boy raised his wand, and several rays of light burst up, slashing through the flames, cutting the black python into two, four, eight, and sixteen.

The devil's flame was torn apart, shattered like heavy rain, and fell on the ground, looking from afar like a flower blooming on a snowy field.

Rove put his fingers together, shouted "up" softly, and then with a light wipe, an ice dragon more than a meter long rose from the ground.

After circling around the air for a circle, it was wrapped in a torrent of falling snowflakes, and its size grew larger and larger, and soon its wingspan was more than ten meters long.

Rove soared into the air and rode towards Voldemort.

On the snowy field, the frozen ice withered, and the ice cracked with a bang.

Voldemort broke through the ice, shaking off countless pieces of ice on his body, and the debris fell like snow!

Rove stood on top of the ice dragon's head, the breeze was blowing, and the already handsome young man became more and more chic, he stood with his hands in his hands, and smiled condescendingly:

"Tom, you can only get here, not over!"

Voldemort looked at Scamander with a dazed look in his eyes, and he suddenly remembered that he was so energetic fifty years ago.

The Dark Lord said slowly, "Scamander, I suddenly don't want to kill you!" ”

Rove narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"I'm going to make you an alchemy puppet that preserves consciousness...... Play day and night. ”

“……”

I didn't expect the Dark Lord to be a puppet control, and he played enough.

Voldemort raised his wand and waved it at random, and in an instant, a wall of ice several meters thick was erected.

Rove stomped his foot, the ice dragon under his feet opened its mouth, and more than a dozen huge ice picks spat out of thin air, they lined up one after another, shot diagonally towards the ice wall, and thrust into it fiercely.

Cracks appeared in the thick wall of ice, and soon it was like a huge piece of glass hitting the ground, shattering and scattering, and the cracking sound pierced the eardrums.

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Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and he flicked his wand and summoned a silver shield out of the air in front of him.

With its huge head, the ice dragon slammed into the shield and let out a low sound like the sound of a gong.

The shield was much thinner, but still steady, and the ice dragon was held against its head, unable to move forward in the slightest, but had to slam downward, forcing a deep furrow in the ground.

Rove and Voldemort, face off in pairs.

He had magic in his eyes, and was about to cast the basilisk's death gaze, only to find that Voldemort had already made Peter close his eyes.

When he was attached to the back of Quirrell's head, it was this trick that caused him to be stepped on...... You can't use the same move twice against the Dark Lord!

With a grim smile on his face, Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "Scamander, are you really going to stop me?" ”

"Stop you?" Rove stood on the back of the ice dragon, shook his head, and corrected, "Wrong, I'm going to kill you and Peter!" ”

"You deserve it?!" Voldemort raised his wand and shouted, "Avada for your life!" ”

Rove jumped to his feet and dodged the killing curse, but the ice dragon was not so lucky.

It was hit by a green light, like porcelain hit by a hammer, and there was a crisp cracking sound first, followed by countless cracks.

The ice dragon shattered with a bang, and countless pieces of fine ice splattered out in all directions, and those ice blocks slammed into the ground, and they exploded into countless holes.

Floating in the air, Rove raised his wand high, aimed it at the sky, and said loudly:

"Ice Blade!"

The wind and snow in the sky instantly froze and stopped, and the snowflakes that fluttered one after another condensed into ice, tilting like thousands of sword blades in an instant.

"Fall!"

Rove waved his wand downward, and the dense flying snow like a flying locust centered on the young man, and after a rapid circle, he went straight towards Voldemort with a murderous icy aura......

Cull and go!

Voldemort chanted the incantation quickly, and scarlet blood oozed from Peter's palm, flying into his mouth.

Peter gasped, and soon black mist poured out of his mouth like a shadow, dancing wildly in the snow.

The black smoke, full of resentment, wailing, and hideous aura, flew towards the sky, and followed the pouring snow blades......

Compete against each other!

Between heaven and earth, the black mist was torn apart and splashed countless times, and the white snow blades were also all stirred.

But more snow blades were added, as if endlessly.

Voldemort used the "Shapeshifter" to control Peter's body, but this magic was time-limited.

The Dark Lord could feel like he was going to be kicked out of his body by Peter.

He looked at the dark sky and, without hesitation, flew off into the distance like a giant bat.

"Want to go?"

Rove, who was in the air, still put his fingers together, and the snowy blade condensed into a majestic ice sword that was 100 meters long, tilting above Peter's head.

Voldemort, who was about to be squeezed out at the end, took Peter's body and moved sideways to the side, dodging the skate.

But Peter's right hand was still severed, and the whole arm was shattered in the sky, and a cloud of blood fell to the ground like a torrential rain, staining the snow a terrifying scarlet.

Peter, who had regained control of his body, screamed, he didn't expect that he had just "woken up" and received such a gift.

He endured the severe pain, supported the stump, and continued to fly into the distance.

Rove stood where he was, looking at the sky, only to see the ice sword shatter and fall like rain, like the white clouds in the sky being crushed and snowing.

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