Vanishing Spell.

A high-level Transfiguration Charm.

The ice hockey puck, like the Cretaceous epidemic that destroyed the earth, disappeared suddenly, and even the cold air that scraped the skin pained, and only the white snow was still falling.

Caranhill jerked his head up.

On the corner of the street, a flame that was out of place at this moment swirled and floated out.

Emerge from a creature that's too pretty to talk about.

He'd read the world's Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. This is the Phoenix.

After the flame.

Three tall figures.

Dumbledore was old, but his body was well maintained, and he didn't have the rickets that old people often have.

Geralt and Harry were both witchers and were destined to be tall.

Harry held his wand.

The Vanishing Charm was used by him.

"Harry the Serpent Whisperer, and Geralt the White Wolf." Calanhill whispered, "Next to that is the White Wizard Dumbledore?" ”

Dumbledore nodded and laughed, "Do the Wild Hunters know about me?" ”

"Thank goodness Mr. Potter, you're finally here." Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief.

Scamander also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that either their own owls have caught up, or the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have rushed over in time.

"Mr. Scamander, I have to apologize to you." Harry walked over, his wand clenched in his right hand and his left hand into the Sorting Hat, "Sorry news, your owl was knocked unconscious by my Hedwig. ”

Scamander was stunned.

"It's a little too excited, Hedwig thinks it's the kind of creature manipulated by magic." Harry explained.

Scamander nervous: "It, is it okay?" ”

"It should be fine, but I was too tired and fainted when I was suddenly attacked." Harry comforted him.

Scamander breathed a sigh of relief.

"We'll talk about the owl later." Harry turned his head and looked over, "Karanhill?" ”

"You know me?" Wild Hunt lowered his voice.

"The Navigator, Ain Hill's Golden Boy, famous." Harry raised his wand, "A big fish." ”

Calanhill pulled his staff from the ground, "You think you're an angler?" ”

Harry didn't answer him, and his wrist flicked.

"Armor is flying!"

The appearance of Caranhill's armor came to his mind.

Bang bang -

The metal crashed and the man under the armor could not control himself, and a huge force enveloped him, and he rushed towards Harry with the armor.

Flying Charms, the content of the fourth year Charms class at Hogwarts.

Able to summon objects that have specific concepts in mind.

The speed of the summoning flight is extremely fast, and Professor Flitwick used an exaggerated statement in class that the speed of the Flying Charm can even catch up with the light.

Of course, this is an exaggeration.

However, the Ravenclaw students experimented with whether Cedric could catch up with the Flying Charm when he was still at Hogwarts, borrowing Harry's Firebolt and allowing Cedric to ride it.

Firebolts can't catch up.

Even the person who casts the Flying Spell makes the fire bolt for a second, and the fire bolt can't catch up.

With a distance of less than thirty meters between the two of them, this time passes even more quickly.

Harry's left hand was outstretched.

The serpentine sword was drawn and held straight, waiting for the armor to fly, waiting for Kalanhill to slam into it, waiting for him to bring about his own destruction.

The spell suddenly fails.

The target of the Flying Spell disappears.

At the critical moment, the battle-hardened Wild Hunt Navigator still reacted and teleported away.

Blink appeared behind Harry.

With a wave of the staff, the ice ball condensed in front of his chest and smashed it hard.

The concrete road suddenly swelled, setting off a wave that blocked the puck – and of course it couldn't be stopped, and the cement was easily pierced. The shun was enough to hinder Harry, and the cement poured back like a tidal wave, with no obstacle between them.

Slash away with a sword.

The sparks splashed, Calanhill's armor was exquisite, and the snake bone sword failed to cut it in the first place.

With a thud, he teleported away again.

Calanhill has just landed.

"Armor is flying!" Harry uttered the incantation again.

He's happy to do that.

The Flying Spell is a very powerful spell, but it is rarely used in wizard duels, and it is not the reason why most wizards are not good at melee combat.

No matter how bad you are at hand-to-hand combat, if you are suddenly shortened, the side that is not mentally prepared will inevitably panic.

It's more because of the Anti-Interference Charm, which most wizards can do when Harry was in his second year when he was trained by Professor Flitwick, and the spells he cast are not affected or affected by some non-harmful spells.

But.

Wizards are the only ones who can do this.

Although Calanhill captured the master of spells, Miranda Goshawk, he had apparently not yet learned, and could hardly learn, the magic of this world - children have the power to naively believe in the mind, and adults often lose this ability, let alone grow up in another world with a very different magical system.

He was tormented by the spell in agony.

Flying Charms, Levitation Charms, and even some prank spells.

These spells, which were so mediocre in the hands of the Aurors that they were difficult to take effect even on the wild hunt, had a huge impact on Calanhill in Harry's hands.

The armor is crumbling.

There were also a few more scars on his body, and the basilisk's venom seeped into his body, paralyzing his body and spirit.

"Worthy of the snake whisperer." Once again, Carranhill pulled away.

He raised his wand.

Pull open the portal.

White light splashed and surged.

He noticed the battlefield around him, and in the battle with Harry, he fell to the upper hand, and the witcher's strong physique, and the strange magic of the world, made it difficult for him to parry, but anyway. He could barely hold Harry back.

can be on the other side.

The Wild Hunters could have held down the group of wizards.

It wasn't until Geralt and Dumbledore joined that they were crushed.

He could feel the aura of the white-bearded old man, which was even more powerful than Harry's, and with a wave of his magic, the wild hunt was captured by the shapeshifting creation, and then killed by another witcher.

If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave.

Caranhill is on the run.

Can't let him escape!

Harry waved his wand, and the concrete floor behind him swelled, propelling him forward.

Karanhill stepped back, raised his hand, and smashed the puck.

Harry didn't dodge.

Holding the Quinn Seal, armor and pucks, he also had to speed up and approach the portal one step faster than him.

Karanhill had almost stepped forward with one foot.

Ardennes Seal!

Harry raised his hand, purple runes took root from the land, snorted, magic was disturbed, and the portal dissipated.

He borrowed his strength and kicked it away.

Caranhill fell to the ground.

"Want to escape? It's late, my dear Karanhill. Harry lifted his foot and stepped on his chest, pressing his body, smiling and whispering.

(End of chapter)