Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In a hidden valley, it is located in a barren mountain with few people.

At the mountain pass, two wizards wearing invisibility cloaks and squatting in the tree canopy were staring at a rocky beach in the valley.

The August wind made people irritable, and one of the younger wizards complained.

"Damn it, how long do we have to keep watching?"

"Hey, are you impatient? This is a good job of 100 Galleons a month, but you just let us keep watching. Where can we find such a salted fish job?"

"But this is too boring, right? Is there really a safe house protected by the Fidelius Charm?"

"Jack, do you understand the rules? Do you not want to take the mission in the future? Do you want to wander in Knockturn Alley again? Or do you want to put down your wand and go back to the Muggle world?"

"Okay, okay, I'm talking too much. Wait, do you see any movement there?"

………….

Black's old house.

In the underground spell training room.

Shore stood straight, thinking with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and waved forward with a replacement wand.

"God's Edge Thunder Shadow!"

A crescent-shaped translucent purple light cut across the ten puppets in parallel on the opposite side.

"Crack! Crack! Crack..."

The five-meter-long spell split the puppets in two, and the upper body fell to the ground, with a smooth and flat fracture.

Shore looked a little dissatisfied, and touched his chin to continue thinking.

This spell, which he combined with "God's Edge Shadowless" and Thunder Blade, was only good enough for him at this stage, and it was also OK for group attacks. Thunder corrosion replaced the curse effect that could not recover from injuries.

The spell activation state that Shore envisioned was also silent.

But this trick "God's Edge Thunder Hidden" took him a month of improvement and experimentation, and he read a lot of books and re-examined Grindelwald's understanding of the spell in the letter to him.

But it always has a purple light, which makes it much less concealed.

"It seems I have to ask Snape for advice later."

Shor was willing to learn humbly.

He waved his wand and continued to practice other spells.

"Avada Kedavra!" *N

Just as Shaw was practicing black magic on a group of mice, the main card of the communication in his arms trembled slightly.

This main card has a graded feature, and those who can contact him are all confidants.

Shaw stopped casting, took out the card and looked at it, and a trace of excitement flashed across his brows.

"Humph, have the old foxes finally come out of the hole? But why did Lucius notify me?"

Shor gave himself a "clean-up", quickly packed up and came to the secret room.

After a disguise, he refused to follow the purple shadow, and a phantom appeared in front of the valley.

"Boom!"

The huge noise of spells colliding and gravel flying and exploding in the valley was heard.

Shaw didn't expect Tom to be so anxious, so he rushed in quickly.

A huge steaming mist enveloped the center of the valley, and the black mist rolled violently, and the condensed snake-shaped chains kept wandering and circling.

Shaw saw this and it was really difficult to cut into the battlefield for a while.

Two old scolding voices came from inside.

"Voldemort, are you crazy! Even if we are not on the same line, we are also for the glory of pure blood. What do you mean by ambushing us?"

"Too despicable, actually arranged a large area of ​​anti-apparition prohibition in advance!"

"Humph, you, either surrender or die!"

"Haha, what a joke, we didn't surrender ten years ago, and you just reborn not long ago, your strength has shrunk seriously, wait until you recover to your peak before you brag."

"Boom!"

A monstrous three-headed dog of fierce fire poked its head out from the black mist, burning the mist with a hissing sound.

After the three ferocious dog heads roared to the sky, they plunged into the mist again.

The battle inside was quite fierce.

Shaw held the magic wand and rushed in several times, but was stopped by the snake-shaped chain.

Tom was obviously trying to handle it himself.

Shaw almost cursed, talking about martial ethics.

No wonder it was Lucius who notified him.

But the battle lasted too long, there were too many variables, and the movement was too loud. If other people were attracted or one ran away, it would be a lot of trouble later.

Shaw closed his eyes and sensed Tom's position in the mist through the soul shackles.

Then he waved "National Collapse", and the five-pointed star lightning floating ring was generated behind him, slowly turning and dragging him to fly quickly above the mist.

During this process, Shaw waved the magic wand with all his strength.

Thunderclouds appeared above the mist, purple light surged, and various forked arcs jumped.

Three purple rainbow swords were suspended vertically and quickly condensed. The purple flow of the swords was flowing, quickly absorbing the lightning elements in the world.

Shaw came to the three swords, and the magic wand in his hand turned into a lightning halberd.

He sensed Tom'sDirection, just at this moment, a warning sound came from the mist.

"Voldemort has helpers, old Shafik, strengthen the hurricane shield!"

Shor's eyes were sharp.

With his heart moving, three purple long swords stabbed straight to the place where the sound came from.

While the sharp sword rainbow broke through the mist, the arcs lingering on the sword body also cleared the mist that blocked the view.

Shor finally saw the battle situation inside.

Tom was protected by the black death shield, and commanded thousands of snake-shaped chains to attack the enemy.

The enemies were two old men who were too old to be true, and they were hunched over, one with silver hair and the other with brown hair.

Although the two were old, their methods were not simple.

The two attacked and defended, and their cooperation was seamless.

They were surrounded by a circle of invisible transparent rotating shields, which kept ejecting the besieging snake chains, and their defense was very strong.

It seems that one of the old men touched and comprehended the wind element.

Besides a ferocious and bloodthirsty three-headed dog, there were also five three-meter-tall magma giants attacking Tom, which was obviously a high-level application of Transfiguration.

Shaw was shocked. The Pureblood Society's foundation was indeed extraordinary.

The two old men were close to legendary in strength, and their elementary exploration of elements was perfect.

No wonder Tom couldn't take it down for a while, and it looked like he was still struggling.

At this time, three powerful purple rainbow swords also pierced the invisible wind shield. There was no explosion, only a creaking and harsh friction sound.

Then the three rainbow swords were like drunk, and the dazzling sword tips began to deviate. In less than three seconds, the three thunder swords pierced the rocks beside them.

"Boom!"

Three violent explosions sounded in succession, shaking up the dust in the sky.

The silver-haired old man in the wind shield laughed.

"Haha, it's that pure-blooded scum Black who's here. His strength is indeed good, but his control of power is too poor."

The brown-haired old man didn't say anything, and concentrated on controlling the three-headed dog of Fiendfyre and the five-headed magma giant to attack the Dark Lord.

Shor's face looked a little ugly.

It seems that Voldemort suffered from Quirrell's poor health when he fought Voldemort's residual soul last time.

Now he is being laughed at, although Shaw is annoyed, he doesn't mind being laughed at.

Only in real combat can one see his own shortcomings.

Although he often asks Flitwick for advice, the other party's duel concept is only suitable for ordinary wizards.

Grindelwald's letter to solve doubts is more of an analysis of the principles of magic. It can't be said that it is not helpful for direct combat, but the effect is not visible for the time being.

Shaw resisted the urge to rush into the battle circle and slash the two old men with a halberd.

He doesn't know much about the wind element, so he'd better not act rashly, otherwise he will capsize in the ditch.

Xiao Er sighed that it was time to compete with his family again.

With a wave of his hand, more than ten gorgeous alchemical playing cards flew out of the ring and surrounded him.