Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 581 Chris died

"Die! Chops!"

Listening to Mike's loud shout, the expression on Chris's face also became more ferocious.

Although he relied on his extraordinary perception and early warning to respond in time, Mike couldn't directly take his life.

But the extremely sharp holy sword still made a huge gash in his chest.

At this time, bright red blood was continuously gushing out from the wound with flesh turned outward, and even some viscera with strange colors and disgusting colors were squeezed out from the wound and exposed to the air.

Chris really wanted to give some healing spells to his wounds, but unfortunately, Mike's pursuit came too fast!

It was so fast that he didn't have time to take care of these things at all, he could only put all his energy on resisting the opponent's next attack!

"Gust! Listen to my orders!"

Chris screamed hysterically.

And as soon as his words fell, the air in the entire black and purple hexagonal light prison became chaotic.

Huge gusts of air raged in the light prison, twisting and deforming wantonly.

The towering buildings on the ground were instantly shattered into countless tiny fragments by the terrifying airflow, and as the airflow continued to indiscriminately attack everything in the prison of light.

In an instant, the entire light prison became a gale hell.

Everything was completely annihilated under this terrifying air current, even the black-purple light curtain of the main body of the light prison was constantly trembling, and it seemed that it would not be able to support it.

And as the person closest to Chris, Mike was naturally the most violently attacked.

The gas flow around him was so violent and the compression was so serious that it even distorted the entire space he was in.

The flame flying dragon under him was even more miserable. Under the violent attack of the airflow, it had already turned into a fiery red at the very beginning, and quickly disappeared in this distorted space, leaving only Mike alone. One person, like a dead leaf, was devastated by the strong wind.

Everyone outside the light prison looked up at this scene, with worried and anxious expressions on their faces, and some people even left the battlefield without looking back.

In their view, the sword just now was the last chance to kill Chris, and since it failed now, this operation can also be said to have failed.

But Mike in mid-air didn't think so.

Looking at Chris' distorted figure through the endless gust of wind, the corners of Mike's mouth rose again.

He is actually very familiar with this scene.

In the previous decisive battle with the noseless version of Voldemort, the opponent also used a similar method to prevent being approached by Mike.

The difference between the two is that the noseless version of Voldemort created a giant seaspout made of wind, thunder and water, while the Chris version of Voldemort used a pure air wall.

If Mike is forced to judge which of them is more powerful, Mike will choose the Chris version of Voldemort without hesitation.

Although the noseless version of Voldemort controls more elements, it is not known whether it is due to the serious injury or his lack of proficiency in a single element. His seaspout composed of multiple elements is actually not so destructive and even defensive. Strong, even Arthur at that time could break a hole from above with the help of long-range sword energy.

The Chris version of Voldemort is different.

Thanks to his in-depth research on a single element, his attainments in the air element can be regarded as the number one in the world.

The destructive power and power of the air wall constructed by it has surpassed what Mike has ever seen in his life.

but!Both of them have a fatal problem!

That is too much pursuit of large-scale lethality, thus ignoring the means of killing a single body.

This cannot be too harsh on them.

After all, legendary wizards are already the ceiling combat power in this world, and they can easily deal with wizards below the legendary level, without the need to study any single-target killing skills.

Moreover, in a situation where conflicts between legendary wizards are extremely difficult and it is almost impossible to kill each other, it is obviously a more cost-effective thing to study those spells that can improve the efficiency of their killing.

If you apply the terminology of those online games in later generations, the noseless version of Voldemort and the Chris version of Voldemort take the pve route, and they pay attention to being unparalleled to mow the grass and quickly clear monsters.

And Mike is taking the all-around pvp route.He has group damage ability, but his single-target damage ability is not weak.

Dumbledore also belongs to this type of Mike.

Although Mike has not personally experienced it, but based on speculation about Dumbledore's ability, the other party must also have a strong single-target killing ability.

After all, since Dumbledore, who possesses the power of the sun, can use the Sword of the Sun with exaggerated lethality and attack range, he can naturally condense the power of the sun to form a more powerful special attack.

Pve wizards and pvp wizards, the battle between the two is naturally pvp wizards have more advantages.

The reason why the noseless version of Voldemort can't do anything to Dumbledore in his prime is largely because of this reason.

It is too easy for the condensed version of the Sword of the Sun to penetrate his defense.

And now, Mike, who is walking the same system as Dumbledore, naturally has his own solution.

"Boom!~"

A group of translucent flames suddenly emerged from Mike's body. At this moment, the oxygen around Mike had been completely stripped away, but the flame condensed by the pure curse force was stubbornly burning on Mike's body, blocking it for him. hit by the wind.

More flames emerged from Mike's body, they wrapped Mike, and gradually formed a rapidly rotating flame drill, and rushed in the direction of Chris.

The drill was moving quickly through the storm, the speed was getting faster and faster, and it was about to attack and kill Chris again.

Chris's eyes were tearing apart, he really wanted to escape, but the still tenacious purple-black light curtain around him restricted his range of movement, he gritted his teeth, he could only stop caring about his injury, and stretched out his hands Crazy urging the surrounding gas.

It's just futile.

The turbulent airflow continuously slapped on the translucent flame drill, and the large streams of flames were quickly scattered, but whenever there was a gap in the drill, more flames would emerge from Mike's body to fill it.

In the end, under Chris' horrified gaze, Mike jumped out of the flames, stretched out the holy sword in his hand, and pierced directly into Chris's chest!
"Pfft! You..."

Suffering from this severe injury, Chris immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and was about to speak immediately.

But before he finished speaking, the magic power in Mike's body surged wildly again, and poured it into Chris's body along the holy sword.

"Boom!~"

Amidst the violent flame explosion, countless cursed flames gushed out from every pore of Chris, and the flames swept out, burning Chris to ashes in an instant, and at the same time, a plant completely covered by the curse The mushroom cloud formed by Zhiyan also rose up, burning the entire sky into fiery red!

There was an eerie silence outside the prison of light. The survivors looked at the spectacular scene in the sky in disbelief. Many of them were rubbing their eyes or pinching their thighs.

They really couldn't believe that such a powerful enemy was really defeated by them.

The next moment, the entire city of Paris was boiling.

The people who had reacted began to celebrate wildly, the huge cheers went straight to the sky, and the eardrums of the surrounding people hurt.

Mike was lifted high above the sky by the flames, but he lowered his head and closed his eyes when he heard the voice from below.

This is a moment of silence for Chris.

He could have left Chris' body on display just now to further enhance his prestige.

This level of flame control is a breeze for him, a legendary wizard who specializes in flames.

But he didn't do that.

Because the two of them have confronted countless times overtly and secretly, and in the process, they have long recognized each other's ability and courage.

Using Chris's body to show the public is an insult to Chris, and it is also an insult to Mike himself.

After a while, the silence was over, and a grateful smile finally appeared on Mike's face.

This long battle was finally over, and it was he, McTownley, who won the victory in the end!

In the distance, the sirens of Muggle jcs and the unique magical fluctuations of the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic are rapidly approaching.

In this battle against Chris, the biggest losses are the French ZF and the French Ministry of Magic.

Today's Paris has completely lost its former prosperity and become devastated after the battle between the two legendary wizards, Chris and Mike.

Its downtown area has completely turned into a piece of scorched earth, and there is still a deep pit full of crystals in the very center.

The damage was even more serious around the city center, with the collapse of several high-rise buildings causing a large number of deaths and a large number of witnesses.

And this needs to be dealt with by the French government and the French Ministry of Magic.

Looking at the rapidly gathering Aurors below, Mike took a deep breath and decisively issued an order to retreat.

Although as a legendary wizard, Mike is not worried about the French Ministry of Magic looking for him at all, but now that the other party has come out to help wipe his ass, he should not be too arrogant. alright.

Ever since, the crowd who were still cheering and celebrating just now turned into phantoms and disappeared.

The staff of the French Ministry of Magic gritted their teeth. Although their expressions were not angry, they did not intend to stop them.

They all knew that just now, a new king was born!

For a long period of time in the future, they will all live under the great hand of that king, relying on others.

……

London, 5 Privet Drive, the home of Black and Harry.

Harry was rummaging through the cabinets in his room, sorting out his luggage.

There was a lot of luggage to pack, and Harry almost stuffed the entire room into the special non-traceable stretch pocket.

But this is also normal, because he probably won't be able to come back for a long time.

That's right, after a long period of thinking, Harry finally chose to shoulder his own responsibilities.

It was a tough choice, but Harry did it without hesitation.

Finally, all the luggage was packed.

Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed deeply as he looked at the empty room.

Afterwards, he put on the invisibility cloak that caused him to go far away, pushed open the door, and walked out cautiously.

In the kitchen, Blake is cooking dinner.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and was even humming a little song.

Harry looked at Black's apron-wearing figure with a tangled expression, before sneaking out after a long time.

It was a pity, but he was still not ready to say goodbye to Black.

He hadn't even told Ron and Hermione that he was leaving the country.

Because Harry knew very well that as long as he confessed this matter, his friends and relatives would definitely use all their strength to help him.

However, compared to Victor and Mike, their strength is too weak.

The collision of the two is tantamount to hitting a stone with a pebble.

Rather than involve them and make unnecessary sacrifices, Harry prefers to bear everything alone.

Finally, Harry came to the high street.

He finally looked back at the villa behind him and his aunt's house next to him, then gritted his teeth and walked towards the bus stop in the distance.

Because he was afraid of being traced to the fluctuations in magic power, he did not plan to use any magical means of movement, including Floo Network, apparition, or even the door key, but chose pure Muggle transportation.

As for his destination this time, it was Iceland in the northwest of the country.

It was a ghostly place that was like winter all year round, and it could be described as a bird that didn't shit.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't a proper hiding place. Although it was desolate, it was actually very easy for wizards to find someone there because there were few people there.

In terms of hiding places, densely populated cities like London and New York are the best choices.

The reason why Harry chose Iceland as his destination was actually for the safety of passers-by.

You know, those who ignored Dumbledore's warning to collect the Deathly Hallows were crazy.

If they really found themselves, they would not care about the lives of innocent people, but would directly attack.

If Harry chose to go to other big cities, then countless innocent people would definitely suffer.

But in Iceland it's different.

Even if he was found there and a battle broke out, not too many people would be injured. After all, the population of that ghostly place is really pitifully small.

It has to be said that Harry has never changed.

Even in this situation, he is still thinking about others.

As Mike said, Harry is a little angel.

(End of this chapter)