Lives born from the primordial furnace were killed in an instant.

Smoke of dust rises from the earth.

The stars and amber were still falling, piercing through the smoke and smashing to the ground.

Casting magic on this scale is also a great burden for Owen.

The soreness and powerlessness from his limbs made him have to stop the spell, he had to maintain his combat strength, and it was irrational to cast spells until he fainted.

As for the next attack, leave it to this dragon.

Owen reached out and touched Bakar's neck.

The dragon immediately understood.

In the next second, the kitten took Owen away from his back.

And Bakar, who had an ancient momentum, flapped his wings high, raised his head sharply towards the sky, and with a clench of his front paws, red lightning fell straight down from the sky, and was being caught by the dragon.

Immediately, the dragon roared highly, and the lightning turned into a long knife, which swung violently for hundreds of feet, and the lightning rushed towards the hundred phase army like a sea tide.

In an instant, countless lives were devoured.

At the top of the snow-capped mountains, red lightning shines under the stars.

The heavens were angry, and the stars and amber fell at the same time as the lightning.

It's a hellish picture for a while.

At this time, both the giants and the wizards were glad that such magic did not fall on their heads.

Compared with the modern pursuit of more and more simple and efficient spell development, this kind of spell from the ancient mythological era, even earlier than the god era, the face it shows is more splendid and magnificent.

But it also proves from the side how terrifying the world was in that era.

The vortex of space writhed.

Owen reappeared in the camp.

The moment he landed, the soles of his feet went limp, and he half-knelt on the ground.

After catching his breath, he pulled a blue potion from his pocket.

A bottle of vitality tonic.

I drank it all in one gulp, and the feeling of weakness from my limbs eased a little.

Sirius, Professor Lupin, or Harry stared at Owen in shock.

Giant Igo Titan had the same expression.

He regretted it a little.

Sirius regretted it a little.

Look at the three little wizards beside him, and then look at the terrifying war magic in the distance.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have done something stupid.

When he returned to Hogwarts yesterday, he happened to be bumped into by Harry.

It's already the last day before the summer holidays in the castle.

Harry asked him what he had been up to lately.

Because the alliance with the giants was too smooth, he didn't think much about it at the time, and directly agreed to take the little wizards out to increase their knowledge.

Who knows-

"Owen." Hermione stepped forward and lifted him up.

She knew how it felt.

In the days when she practiced origin magic, she often did this, and she ran out of magic like this, and her whole body was weak and sore.

Then he was carried back to the castle by Owen.

"Little things." He staggered to his feet, his right hand trembling from the loss of strength, but the wand in his hand was still shining.

"Be careful, Miss Granger." Owen grabbed Hermione's hand with a backhand.

The causal principle of ancient magic.

Like mountains and rivers, the magic will flow towards the river of origin.

This makes his body feel like a vortex, and the magic from the outside world will unnaturally surge towards him slightly.

He is like a spider in the center of a spider's web, and can judge whether there is danger around him by the fluctuations of magic power gathered from all sides.

As long as it is a magical creature, wizard, or magical item with magical powers, it is within his 'radar' range.

Unless there was a Muggle a few kilometers away holding Barrett and looking at his head, Owen really couldn't do anything about it.

And it is this 'radar' that exists.

He vaguely sensed that there seemed to be several strange magical fluctuations around him.

"Is there an enemy nearby?" The little witch drew her wand and looked around warily.

"It's close." He walked over to the wizards, "It's close." ”

The nebula in the distance has still not disappeared, as if the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the snow-capped mountains are covered with a layer of star shower base makeup.

Sirius and Lupin's faces froze instantly.

They also had Hagrid, who quickly approached and protected the young wizards behind them.

"Death Eaters?" He said.

His eyes were fixed in the direction of the forest.

Because on the other side, there is an endless plain, and there is no possibility of hiding anything there.

"Probably—" Owen said.

"The Evil Omen Legion can't appear out of nowhere, someone must be behind it."

"Voldemort? Could it be that he is nearby? Harry said bluntly.

From Sirius, he already knew that Voldemort had commanded the Death Eaters to go in search of the giants and make an alliance with them.

Now that this kind of change has happened, of course, he will think of this name for the first time.

"Okay Harry, don't say that name." Sirius still looked around cautiously and said solemnly, "The mysterious man cast a spell on his name, and he could sense the location of the person who pronounced his name, so everyone called him the mysterious man." ”

"Yes, Harry, don't be reckless, especially in the future, if we are to confront the mysterious man, we must be cautious." Professor Lupin also cautioned that they had a bloody lesson in this regard.

It wasn't easy to get a group of Gryffindors to obediently call Voldemort a mystery, they were reckless and conceited, especially at school, and they despised other students who didn't dare to call Voldemort by name.

Until they leave Hogwarts.

It was only after countless times that their friends were in danger or even died because of the name they pronounced that name that they realized that it was not bravery.

"What do we do now?" Sirius added, "I can get them out of here with the portkey." ”

If he was alone, he would be 100% desperate to join the battlefield, running away is not a quality that Gryffindor possesses, at least for a moment.

But now - there are three more children!

Irving:???

"Don't—" Owen stopped him, pouring another spell of magic into his mouth, "never use the portkey now." ”

At first, Owen didn't notice any wizards around.

But now—"Whether it's a portkey or a phantom shifter, there will be a gap of more than two seconds when leaving the current space and entering the spatial pipeline." During that time, we couldn't cast spells, as that would force the illusion to stop, and the enemy could seize the gap and attack us, which is essential knowledge for the Aurors, as you should know. ”

"Hmmm! Professor Moody has spoken about it, and he's taught us how to counter disillusionment—" Hermione nodded, and Harry and Ron looked at each other and nodded in return.

"Now, those small nights are in the dark, we are in the light, rashly using the portkey to leave, they will definitely attack, even if my inference is just unfounded, but we can't ignore this possibility, after all, everyone doesn't want to die." After that, Owen showed a cruel smile, "At this stage, we can only help the giants hold the battle line, and we who can't phantage and transform must be running with both feet to walk those hundred phases of life." If we continue to confront each other in this empty space, we will only sit and watch the giant be killed, and then we will be the unlucky ones next. ”

"Besides—the number of the Evil Omen Legion cannot be endless, and magic must be conserved in energy."

"Except for the Philosopher's Stone"

"Okay then." Sirius thought for a moment, and looked out at the surrounding forest, where the sunlight couldn't find it, and it seemed to him that there was evil hidden.

In the distance, the nebula finally dissipated.

Bakar was also forced back in the countless earth-gray flaming goo thrown by the Hundred Phases creatures.

It's a strange thing, it's burning like a flame, and it falls viscous to the ground, but it has a kind of erosive effect.

Large numbers of trees have been eroded and some of them have been lost, and the wounds on the surface are still burning with flames.

"Let's organize a defense!" Sirius frowned, "We're in charge of fending off those weird spells and letting giants and monsters fight, Owen. He turned to Owen and admonished, "You watch these little wizards, and don't let those shadows get their hands on them." I know your methods, don't be careless. ”

Anyway, he and Professor Lupin and Hagrid.

Turn around and rush to the battlefield.

Hagrid walked the fastest, because in a treehouse in the forest, his mother was still there, she was old, she had little ability to move, and if he was approached by those monsters, he couldn't think of anything other than death.

"Needless to say, I know." Owen grabbed Miss Granger's hand, and the strange magic around him was very close. Judging by the magic, it should only be within 300 feet.

It's 300 feet, and it's all open space with an unobstructed view, where can there be any wizards.

unless

"You guys come closer." Owen said that the only good news he got now was that the target of this group of invisible wizards might be himself, but if this monster used this strange ability to deal with Sirius, maybe the original plot of Harry's death of the godfather would be staged in advance.

"Damn, it's close, but I can't see them."

"Stealth?" Harry, one of the others, frowned, he was very experienced in this area, and he waved his wand and threw out a Manifestation Charm.

A golden glow swept across the earth like a radar sweep.

In the midst of the light, there was a creature in a strange cloak, outlined by the golden light, and then flashed.

"Merlin's beard!" Ron also saw the figure, and he attacked first.

"It's all petrified!"

A gray spell streaked through the air, exploding where the figure appeared.

But - it is clear that he did not hit.

"What kind of monster is this?" Harry exclaimed, for although the moment of brilliance was very short, only for a moment, but the shadow that had been sketched in that moment could tell that it was a humanoid creature clad in some kind of skin.

"Stormy!"

Owen raised his wand and cast a weather spell towards the heavens.

There was hardly any obstruction in the originally gloomy sky, and all of a sudden, everything from the stars and raindrops to the pouring rain happened almost suddenly.

Heavy rain poured down.

Raindrops wet Owen's clothes.

Naturally, you can also outline those invisible monsters.

This is the least weak point of stealth in the wizarding world.

Stealth doesn't go away, and as long as wizards know that there are invisible creatures nearby, they always have a way to keep a trail of them.

"There!" Hermione could see through a trance-like figure in the rain at a glance.

In the next second, her corruption spell was thrown out.

Purple light flashed out.

And then hit the monster straight away.

Then a shocking scene appeared.

The monster that was hit by the spell, and its body, or rather, its cloak, suddenly lit up with white light, and then unexpectedly canceled out Hermione's magic.

"How so?"

On the other side, Owen raised his hand to be a requires.

"Avada suo!"

The Grim Reaper was busy harvesting heads, and today it is especially busy.

It's just that—the Grim Reaper actually missed.

A milky white light blocked the scythe of death, and Ou Wenming could clearly see that the killing curse had killed something, something like a ghost.

But the monsters in the rain are still alive, Tengnuo of the mountain villa. In his hand, he held a purple dagger as thin as a cicada's wing.

Wait for an opportunity to attack them.

"Be careful!" There is more than one monster around.

When the attention of several people was focused on the one in front of them, two more rushed behind them.

"Iron Armor!"

"Ultimate Protection!"

At Owen's reminder, Hermione and him lit up the spell at about the same time.

Invisible armor envelops them.

And in the next second, the monster's dagger had arrived.

And then—and then, Owen and Hermione watched, the dagger as if it were slicing through air, and their spells had no effect.

The attack was close at hand, and Owen subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

The dagger plunged into his arm.

Blood splattered.

In Hermione's shocked eyes, another attack had arrived, and the target was straight at Owen's face.

"The boulder beckons!" Harry roared, and the rubble under his feet rose into the air, and at the last moment, he directly hit the second monster that was about to kill Owen with his sword.

As for Owen, he grabbed the monster with his right hand that was penetrated through his arm, and then pinched its neck with his left hand, and pounced hard, directly pressing it to the ground.

He pinched the monster's neck.

But his hands are getting weaker and weaker.

He could feel a curse invading his body from the wound on his right arm.

"Use this." A light voice rang out from behind him.

It's Hermione.

She didn't know when she had an extra sword in her hand.

It's the sword of Gryffindor. She carried this treasure with her

Before he had time to think about why Dumbledore had given the sword to Hermione, Owen took the sword and slashed it straight at the monster's neck.

One sword is not enough, and you have to make up for it.

The sword fell in his hand, and he slashed five or six more swords, and the monster's head and body were already separated, and he stopped.

"Whew-" Using his sword as a crutch, Owen propped himself up in front of him, and kicked the monster's head away.

I'm afraid that this thing will suddenly connect with the head and body and come back to life.

"Owen—" Hermione cried out in pain, and she hurriedly stepped forward, holding Owen's wound with one hand, and reaching into her pocket with the other, desperately looking for something.

"Don't panic, don't worry." Owen said weakly.

Then he struggled to pull the dagger off his arm.

Blood gushed out, but he remained unmoved.

Holding the wound with his left hand, he began to chant the incantation.

The principle of the return of ancient magic began to parse the curse that invaded his body.

Curses are also a type of magic.

It's magic, and it was born from ancient magic as primordial magic.

The principle of regression heals all anomalies, as well as eliminates special effects, removes all mimicry, and reveals the true colors.

It is no wonder that Dean Bridged would say that the basic principles of ancient magic, the principle of regression and the principle of causality, are among the two most important forms of magic.

It's something he has to master.

Thanks to Koattel, if she hadn't put herself into a slumber for three months, which was actually longer, Owen had plenty of time to practice both of these primitivist magics.

Otherwise, I must have to explain it here today.

On the other hand, Harry was using Transfiguration and Summoning Charms, Flying Charms, and Levitation Charms, which manipulated specific matter, to wrestle with the monster.

His fighting sense is already very good.

After seeing that the magic in the form of energy does not work on these monsters.

He immediately understood that he had to use physical means to fight back.

Ron also found a way to counteract after the initial confusion.

The two of them were like snowball fights in winter, manipulating the surrounding rubble and frantically attacking indiscriminately around them.

This bought Owen time.

On the other side, she finally found a bottle of white fresh Hermione from her pocket, and hurriedly opened the bottle full of potions, and she didn't know if it was the rain falling into her eyes, or the tears were flowing out, blurring her vision, Hermione didn't aim at his wound several times in a row, maybe she couldn't bear to look at the hideous scratches, which made her heart ache.

After pouring a third of the white fresh on the ground, Hermione finally managed to pour the rest of her brain on Owen's right arm.

Potions work quickly.

In a matter of seconds, the terrible wound on his arm was gone.

And Owen finally finished analyzing the curse, and the original magic consumed him in an instant.

"The means of the outer gods, I just heard the echo."

Owen said with a frown. The wand returned to the right hand.

Just now, as he was parsing the curse, some kind of tinnitus-like whispering began to appear in his ears. It was exactly the same symptom as when he was contaminated with the magic of the outer gods from Koyatl.

"With a flame." He stood firm and said to the young wizards around him, "They should only be able to neutralize one or two spell attacks, not the constant burning. ”

As he spoke, Owen waved his wand.

Blue and white flames instantly pulled out of the tip of his crystallized wand.

"Fire shield protection!"

"Boom!"

This war magic, transformed from the Fierce Fire Spell, is incredibly powerful.

Even in the midst of a raging storm, the flames were not affected in the slightest and were still rising.

Harry and Ron understood it and used their fire magic.

As for Hermione.

In the midst of resentful complaints, the vine wand shot a torrent.

"Soul Torrent!"

It's also a continuous magic.

This time, after hitting the monster, she did not reduce her power, but increased her mana output.

The monster's cloak lit up again, and after it lit up seven times.

Finally, its cloak shattered.

And in the next second, Miss Granger's torrent of anger pierced directly through its body.

Along with flesh and bones, they were completely vaporized.

(End of chapter)