Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"boom!"

Suddenly, the door of the church shook suddenly.

Is the enemy! Some of the black wizards have broken through the resistance of the Aurors and came to the door! It was only because of several pre-set protection spells on the door that the opponent could not break into the door at once.

However, it is simply impossible to stop the opponent's offensive for too long. In addition, there will be more enemies going through the line of defense one by one, and the time that a gate can resist is even shorter.

Now that there are plans to retreat, it is time to decide exactly when to retreat.

"Mr. Weasley?"

Ron had no time to think about more countermeasures as he looked at the several lines of sight that turned to his side, and those Aurors who were still trying to prevent the Black Wizard from attacking.

Anyway, no matter how he thinks, he is only Ron Weasley. It is impossible to become Neville, Harry, or even Maca with the flash of aura.

Is it not clear enough what you are capable of?

"Everyone divided into two batches, and the players who were not fighting with each other immediately went upstairs. Now the window on the second floor suppresses the enemy with the advantage of the vision brought by the height! At the same time, be prepared to wait until the teammates downstairs stop casting the spell When evacuating, increase the intensity of suppression-"

This was the most reasonable way of retreat that Ron could think of, but he couldn't say for sure if it would work. But at least, he has other means of blocking ready at all times!

"should be no problem."

Just as Ron muttered in his heart, the Aurors who heard his arrangement had already acted.

Among other things, these Aurors of the Ministry of Magic cooperate quite well in obeying orders for collective action. Even under Ron's rather rough instructions, they responded quickly and accurately.

Soon, I saw people waiting for rotation in each position, immediately separated from the teammates who were in charge of blocking, and ran towards the stairs without hesitation.

And after more than ten seconds, the curses falling downstairs began to increase.

"boom--"

The gate was still shaking from time to time, and the enemy's bombardment was getting stronger and stronger, and even cracks gradually appeared at the joints of the walls strengthened by magic.

"Shaped slate ... guarded safely ... all intensive ..."

Ron started adding defenses to the gates and walls in the back. Although this may be a sloppy salary, it is better than doing nothing.

When he found that the Aurors on the second floor were all in place, and the curses falling from the upper floor became denser, he finally shouted:

"leftover--"

Just opening his mouth, he suddenly thought of something, which made him hurriedly look back-surely, the therapist Derwent is still studying the plague curse there, and hasn't moved his position more than half.

"Come here first and send Mr. Derwent and Mr. Tucker to the second floor! Come on!"

After all, he picked up his wand and pushed it up again, trying to fill as much firepower as possible.

"Yes!"

The three Auroras each responded, and then decisively evacuated the window, allowing Ron and the remaining Auror to stop the enemy.

The three of them hurried towards Derwent and Tucker in the corner.

"Oh!" "Ka ---"

Suddenly, after the door was subjected to a powerful bombardment, a cracking sound made everyone in the audience jump with it.

"Evacuate! They all evacuate. When they go upstairs, they immediately leave. Phantom can't be taken away, so he stays in the middle of the second floor ... Give me!"

In the last sentence, he said it through his teeth, because he really had no confidence in protecting others.

But what else can we say now?

The rest of the Aurora Orders didn't say much, even when one by one backed up. When the players on the second floor found that the fire power downstairs was weakened, they immediately strengthened the intensity and frequency of the spell as Ron had meant before.

For a while, our spells were mixed with the enemy's magic, and the light, flames, and explosions almost melted outside the window.

However, it turns out that even Ron's arrangement is actually quite good, at least it has already exerted the capabilities of the Aurors.

It is a pity that even if this is the case, he still has not been able to fully achieve the effect he expected.

At that moment, the Auror in the church had not been completely removed, but the crowd heard a loud bang—the door was finally broken in a splash of planks of wood and sawdust.

Seeing dozens of black wizards in various costumes holding wands outside the door, he was about to rush in from the open door in the next second, and Ron slashed with all his strength and smashed the fire flask he had been holding.

"Wow--"

All of a sudden, a dazzling blue flame burst out at the door, and spilled mercilessly on the black wizards.

To be honest, Ron is still unclear where the black wizards came from, but this is obviously not so important.

Because he just needs to understand that those guys are his enemies, that's enough!

"Go! Go up and leave this church! I will hold them as far as I can to get you time."

It must be said that Maca's flask is quite powerful. If it's just a normal black wizard, if you want to carry this highly adhering magic flame directly, you will come to a dead end.

However, the shortcomings of Lihuo Flask are also obvious. Those flames that have not been able to directly hit people on the ground will actually be extinguished after a while due to lack of magic power as fuel.

Ron had only one bottle on him, and no more. Then how should he deal with so many enemies rushing in?

"At that time, it should be decisively rejected. It seems that I still haven't really put myself in the right place."

Ron stared at the blue wall of fire ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ watching the enemies being smashed and rolling in the flames and gradually no more movement, but there was something in the heart.

Even though he had destroyed several enemies, it was still Maca's strength, not his own.

"After a while the flames go out, I will withdraw ... just a little sorry for the Mr. Tucker upstairs."

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a loud cry out across the fire wall:

"For Mr. Haierbo! Rush forward!"

Who is so terrible? Didn't he see those companions burned to death by flames? How dare you rush?

In Ron's mind, the thought flashed through, but he really saw a figure suddenly burst out of the wall of fire, and ran straight towards him with a blue flame.

The flame had magic power as fuel, and it actually floated more than ten feet on it, so that the opponent almost turned into a flying fireball.

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