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"Let him go! Bastard! Otherwise I will take action!"

Devereaux suddenly pulled out his wand from his waist, pointed it at Harry, and his voice exploded like thunder on the edge of the black lake.

His fingers tightened around the wand.

His heart was beating like a drum, and his chest was heaving with anger and tension.

He knew very well that Harry was not in his normal state right now - with his crazy eyes and uncontrollable movements, he was undoubtedly entering some kind of irrational attack state.

The most important thing right now is to stop Harry and protect Ron!

Harry slowly turned his head when he heard Devereux's shout.

His movements were chillingly slow, as if he was deliberately delaying every second, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

When his face turned completely to Devereaux, Devereaux was stunned for a moment - Harry's expression had actually returned to calmness, which could even be said to be excessively calm.

That indifferent look, as if the person who just strangled Ron's neck was not him at all.

At the same time, Harry's hands slowly released Ron's neck, and Ron's body fell softly to the ground, motionless, looking like he was completely unconscious.

Devereaux's wand was still pointed at Harry, his eyes fixed on him, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

He didn't dare to let down his guard, especially after seeing Harry's unruffled eyes - they were completely calm, even with a hint of chilling indifference, just like when he pinched Ron's eyes just now On the neck, I just slapped an ant to death.

"Get up! Stand aside! No wands allowed!"

Devereux shouted sharply, with unquestionable authority in his tone.

However, Harry seemed not to hear at all, and slowly but firmly reached for his waist.

Seeing this, Devereux's face suddenly darkened, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He knew that the situation no longer allowed him to talk nonsense.

"Collapse!"

Devereux waved his wand without hesitation, and a bright red light shot out, heading straight in the direction of Harry and Ron.

However, at that critical moment, Harry rolled quickly and avoided the curse's attack!

His movements were clean and neat, without any sloppiness, as if he had received professional combat training.

After rolling to his feet, he took out the wand from his waist with quick and smooth movements.

Then, without hesitation, he pointed at Devereux and waved his wand suddenly.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Devereux's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt horrified.

Harry can actually cast spells? !

And it's black magic? !

He remembered clearly that Harry's first official spell was the Disarming Charm he learned in second grade!

But now, this eleven-year-old boy can use jinxes smoothly and with great accuracy!

"Hell..."

Devereux gritted his teeth and whispered, a possibility flashing through his mind: Voldemort's soul fragment has awakened? Harry has been devoured?

Without any time to think about it, Devereux immediately waved his wand, and an armor spell quickly formed in front of him.

"Bang!"

The shock wave of the explosion swept over instantly. The huge air wave was mixed with sand and gravel, forcing Devereux to retreat continuously.

The huge boulder behind him was also blown apart, and a small half collapsed directly, with rubble flying everywhere.

"Depend on!"

Devereaux gasped and quickly steadied himself.

He looked down and saw a bloody wound on his right shoulder from the flying gravel, and blood dripped down his arm to the ground.

His face became darker and darker, and there was a hint of solemnity and anger in his eyes.

"Harry, damn it!"

Devereaux's voice was low and cold, and the wand in his hand trembled slightly, ready to launch the next attack at any time.

"I'll give you another chance to let me know that you are the one who is awake now, otherwise..."

The smoke gradually dispersed, and Harry's figure emerged.

There was a sneer on his face, and fighting spirit in his eyes, as if he was enjoying the battle.

"Oh, good!"

Devereaux's face turned completely dark.

Immediately, Devereux used his wand to draw the boulder next to him, activating the transformation technique! !

The boulder began to vibrate violently, with several deep cracks on its surface. In an instant, it turned into several huge stone arms, rushing towards Harry with a heavy roar!

At the same time, he glanced at Ron who was unconscious on the ground, and realized that in the aftermath, his spell accidentally injured him.

The burn marks on Ron's body were clearly visible, but he had no reaction.

"Sorry, Ron."

Devereaux apologized silently in his heart, but his eyes did not waver at all.

The most important thing now is to stop Harry, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Harry looked up at the giant stone hand rushing toward him, his face still showing no trace of panic.

His eyes were cold, even with a hint of disdain.

"Shattered to pieces!"

Harry waved his wand violently, and a blue-white beam shot out from the tip of the wand, hitting the nearest stone hand.

"boom!"

The stone hand exploded instantly, debris flew everywhere, and the airflow caused by the shock wave shook the surrounding vegetation violently.

Harry didn't stop at all and waved his wand again.

"Shattered to pieces! Shattered to pieces!"

Two consecutive spells were fired one after another, hitting the remaining stone hand with great accuracy.

The huge stone arm was shattered in the explosion, turned into dust in the sky, and disappeared without a trace in an instant!

Harry's reaction speed and spell casting ability are completely beyond the ordinary!

"Why do you feel you are weaker than last time? Try harder!"

Harry slowly raised his head, with a mocking smile on his lips. He dusted himself off, his tone extremely contemptuous.

Devereaux's face became increasingly gloomy, completely ignoring Harry's provocation.

He knew that in front of the "Harry" in front of him, any emotional fluctuations would become the opponent's weapon.

While the smoke and dust were still lingering, Harry's attention was focused on those giant stone hands. Devereaux waved his wand decisively, his voice low and firm.

"Fly here Ron!"

An invisible force shot out from the top of the wand and instantly caught the unconscious Ron.

His body flew through the sky full of gravel and dust like an arrow, flying straight towards Devero.

However, Harry remained indifferent and didn't even look at it.

And concentrate on dealing with those giant stone hands created by Devereux.

Just when Ron was about to fly into Devereaux's hands, Devereaux waved the wand again, with smooth and precise movements.

A soft blue light flashed, and Ron's body suddenly paused in mid-air, and then disappeared completely as if melting into the air.

This is an advanced application of the Transfiguration Spell - the Vanishing Spell.

But instead of "erasing" Ron, Devereux sent him to a safer place.

"I hope Al's belly is warm enough."

Devero whispered to himself.

This is an improved technique he independently developed after his battle with Voldemort, and was inspired by Mr. Lovegood's body that was corroded by the Corruption Curse.

This ritual-level magic is similar to the principle of the Vanishing Cabinet, which can teleport the target to a pre-set safe location.

The purpose is to send away some people who will restrict his performance and use of some relatively powerful spells.

Devereaux let out a long breath, his chest rising and falling slowly, as if everything just now was just a warm-up.

He raised his head and looked at Harry coldly, with a chill in his eyes.

"Finally,"

He said slowly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Everyone in the way is gone. Hey, aren't you very good at spells?"

The smoke dispersed, and Harry's figure gradually became clear.

There was a contemptuous sneer on his face, and his eyes shone with confidence and danger.

"certainly,"

Harry slowly raised his wand, with a hint of showboating in his tone.

"No one is better at black magic than me."

Hearing this, Devereux's smile deepened, as if the other party had said a perfect line.

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and his tone was low and provocative.

"Oh? Really?"

Devereaux's voice was as cold as a blade.

"Then I won't be polite!"

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, becoming as ferocious as an evil spirit, and the wand in his hand suddenly waved an arc.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A dazzling green light cut through the night sky like lightning, instantly illuminating the shore of the Black Lake.

The afterglow of green light reflected on the surrounding boulders, casting them in strange shadows.

Harry's expression suddenly changed drastically!

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