Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the underground caves, the fierce battle continues.

The successive battles have come and gone, and there has been a burst of sound; the flames are mixed with gravel splashes, which makes the large vertical crypts become chaotic.

The flame dragon flutters tenaciously in the air, even if the light beam formed by the cooling of the Rule cannot be completely frozen.

Marx knows that the environment here is the home of the Flame Dragon. With the constant supply of Lava Lake, it is not easy to solve it.

Of course, under his flexible movement, the Flame Dragon also can’t help him.

If this is a normal battle, Marx doesn’t have to worry too much. Because in this case, magic power consumes faster, it will obviously be Mr. Blois.

He holds the staff, he only needs to drag the other party into the war of attrition, then the balance of victory will inevitably tilt to him.

However, he obviously cannot do this now.

Right now, his enemies are only Mr. Blois. If he waits for Voldemort in a while, he will only be able to return without success today.

At this moment, it is him who lacks time, not Mr. Blois.

“Would you like to learn Gryffindor?” Marx was thinking about it while avoiding the flame dragon. “Well… although it’s worth trying, I’m just a Hufflepuff!”

Enrolling Hogwarts So far, he only studied with Gryffindor once, but only once, left him with a bad memory.

That’s right, at the end of the first semester, he went to block Voldemort with Quirrell.

“There are always some bad feelings…”

Marx secretly swears, but in the next moment, “quick” is fully open.

The ability to gain from the assassin is his flesh, and it is impossible for him to fly faster by stepping on the magic book. So he slammed in the air, and then ran along the stone wall that had been blown up by the fierce battle.

Speaking of it, because it is too busy in normally, he has not practiced physical skills for some time. At the moment, although the ability is turned to the limit, the speed is not as fast as he imagined.

It can be said that in the eyes of Mr. Blois, the Marx at this time is enough to make any one of the wizards surprised.

Because Marx ran faster than flying, the Flame Dragon couldn’t catch up with him.

Blois slightly frowned, the wand in his hand trembled, and a large number of stone cones were suddenly found on the stone wall. In the intertwined, almost every stone cone is aimed at Marx’s footing.

“God!”

Marx’s eyes are slightly closed, and the eyes are suddenly dark.

While throwing away the visual judgment, sound, temperature, airflow and even magic power have become one of the elements that constitute his horizon.

Continuous running and jumping, in the adaptation of the stone cone again and again, he gradually recovered the original feeling.

The stinging of the stone crumbs on the face, the vibration of the stone wall under the feet, the hot waves from the lava lake, the warm airflow from the ears, the sulphur smell that lingers between the nose and mouth…

Everything around him is stimulating his nerves, making him a little closer to the spirit of Gryffindor.

He can sense it, representing Mr. Blois’s majestic magic power source, getting closer and closer to him!

“It’s not a lion, but you want to be a lion…”

Marx complained, and suddenly stepped on his last step.

“What am I doing?”

It was this step, and he burst out of the greatest force, passing the flying dragon that flew over at a very fast speed, and slammed it straight to Blois.

In the air, his arms stretched and his staff pointed straight ahead, and an invisible magic power wave spread.

“Humph.”

Mr. Blois is coldly snorted, and the wand in his hand is also pointing forward. The tip is precisely and quickly aligned with the Marx coming from the storm.

“What magic?”

Marx, who was extremely sensitive to the magic power flow, immediately responded to the moment when he noticed that the whole body was tight.

I saw him quickly retracting his staff and suddenly waved to the side. A jet of air was born out of thin air, and he rolled up him extremely violently, forcibly kicking him out.

“Hide away?” Mr. Blois whispered.

He seemed to be a little surprised, but the wand in his hand did not stop. In the moment of a decisive wave, the Flame Dragon immediately spit out a huge Fireball.

Marx barely turned around in the air, holding his wand in front of him, and a shiny ice crystal barrier appeared.

“bang!”

The Fireball hit the barrier heavily, exploding a lot of magma, ice and smoke. Among the smoke, Marx, who was subjected to powerful impact, flew out and squatted on the opposite stone wall.

Mr. Blois ruthlessly controlled the Flame Dragon and continued to rush to Marx’s fallen position, apparently not intending to leave Marx with any breathing room.

It’s complicated, but this series of Lightning Sparks is just a moment’s end.

“So, Gryffindor kind… can’t learn!”

In the diffuse dust on the opposite stone wall, a blue-white light column broke through the obstacles of smoke and dust, and accurately hit the flame dragon that swooped away.

Another burst of flames, Mr. Blois’s pursuit was blocked.

Although Marx was very concerned about what magic Blois was doing to him when he forcibly attacked him, he didn’t have time to think about it.

Once the close combat begins, it is not easy to stop!

From the dust, the Marx’s staff swung again, and a huge black smog went straight to Blois. Even the soul magic that has not been used for a long time has come out, and the depression in Marx’s heart can be imagined.

Blois can be ruthless to him, but he can’t do that. This is a matter of principle.

However, it seems that he is not going to be smooth this time. When Blois, who was caught off guard, collapsed, Marx suddenly frowned.

He gave up the best time to regain the initiative, throwing a magic book and stepping on it again.

No way, when he realized that the flame dragon didn’t attack him, he turned to the other side and he immediately found something wrong.

He Sijia, who is fighting above the cave, the injury has fallen!

“eyes opened eyes!”

Marx shouted, and his staff suddenly lifted up, and the light column went straight to the flame dragon. At about the moment of the millennium, the light column hit the first moment before the flame dragon flew to Hai Sijia.

“Go in!”

Taking advantage of Mr. Blois’s retreat to avoid the magic of the soul, Marx took the staff in time and sent Hessian into the cave on the stone wall.

“Give me out!”

Seeing that He Sijia was thrown into the cave, Mr. Blois could no longer remain calm and screamed with anger.

Marx certainly won’t let him take a shot at Hessian, and a hurricane will fall again, and the flame that Blois rushes between will be disappear without a trace.

And in the next moment, Marx rushed to Blois again.

“roll!”

Several waves were smashed in the lava lake, and the hoes slammed into Marx. Marx just responded with a “good” sound, but it was a sham, and he went to the cave.

“Stop!”

In another anger of Mr. Blois, a rock giant slammed out above the cave and took a violent temper from the top of Marx’s head.

“bang!”

Marx left an ice crystal barrier to stop, and jumped into the cave before the giant hand made a shot.

As soon as he entered the cave, he immediately stopped. The tunnel inside was not long. It didn’t take long before he found himself stepping into a not too big stone chamber.

It can be seen that this stone chamber is probably temporarily excavated. Although the head and chair beds are not lacking, it is decorated like a luxurious bedroom, but it lacks the atmosphere of life.

Here, in addition to the one that Marx first sent in by Marx, there is another familiar silhouette.

“Wynie?”

Marx looked at the young girl sitting on the edge of the bed, and the young girl was watching him quietly.

“Good afternoon, Marx.”

The faint greetings and the expressionless face made Marx feel intimate.

Wynie didn’t wear the school’s wizard robes, but she wore a pink velvet pajamas. The glittering white hair fell from the back and was scattered on the bed.

In her eyes, there is a faint sense of incomprehension.

“Well, yeah…” Marx snorted, then nodded, “Good afternoon.”

The voice didn’t fall, and the tunnel behind Marx rushed in again – that’s Mr. Blois, Wynie’s father.

Marx walked two steps to the side and gave up a position.

How to say it again, not to fight in the face of the daughter. Not to mention that it will definitely affect Wynie, even if it is not, as a father will not be in front of his daughter.

After all, Marx is also a student and friend of Wynie.

“McLorne, take the woman out immediately, I don’t welcome you here!” said Mr. Blois with anger.

But Marx just shook his head, and he looked at Wynie again, and turned his head to look at Wynie’s father.

“Mr. Blois, have already arrived here, why can’t you explain a few words to me?” Marx asked earnestly, “What is Wynie doing here?”

However, Wynie’s father looked at him coldly and still didn’t mean anything.

“So, Wynie…” Marx turned to look at the young girl by the bed. “Can you tell me why?”

Wynie looked at him faintly, breathing smoothly and lightly, and the inexplicable meaning in his eyes deepened bit by bit.

Marx, who has always been good at analyzing other people’s behaviors and even reading people’s minds, suddenly wakes up – he never read her eyes, even once.