The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

The silver-haired old man in the wind shield burst out laughing.

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

The brown-haired old man didn't make a sound, and concentrated on controlling the Fiendfire three-headed dog and five-headed magma giant to attack the Dark Lord.

Xiao Er's face was a little ugly.

It seems that the last time he defeated Voldemort's remnant soul, Voldemort finally suffered from Quirrell's poor health.

You should be ridiculed now. Although Xiao Er is annoyed, he doesn't mind being laughed at.

Only in actual combat can you see your own flaws.

Although he often consulted Flitwick, the duel concept of the other party was only suitable for ordinary wizards.

Grindelwald's letters are more about the analysis of the principles of magic. It cannot be said that it is not helpful for direct combat, but the effect cannot be seen for a while.

Xiao Er resisted the urge to rush into the battle circle and slash the two old men with his halberd.

He really doesn't know much about wind elements, so don't act rashly, otherwise the gutter will capsize.

Xiao Er secretly sighed that it was time to fight for his fortune again.

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

Chapter 138 Fierce battle with old antiques

In the sky above the water mist, Xiao Er, dressed in a purple-black robe, was hunting. He was holding a lightning halberd obliquely, standing across the sky with a pentagram floating ring on his back.

And more than a dozen cards with brilliant halos were surrounded by stars, and they were distributed on both sides of him like soldiers guarding, and then they all began to flash.

The silver-haired old man below, although he uttered derogatory words just now, it was just trash talk used to influence the opponent's mentality during the match.

People who live a hundred years are very shrewd.

Can live a hundred years, cautious and afraid of death.

Seeing Xiao Er suddenly resorting to a new move, he immediately struck the older silver staff in his hand to the ground.

The surrounding hurricane shield immediately rotated faster, flying sand and rocks around.

A typhoon eye even formed in the sky, and a series of tapered wind blades visible to the naked eye slowly condensed out.

The wind blade upwards and the thunder blade arcs densely covering the sky wiped each other out, and the sound of clanging and friction continued to resound.

Xiao Er's eyes were fixed, and he no longer gave the other party time to prepare.

The face of more than ten poker cards has already adjusted the direction of attack, and began to activate them one by one in order.

Six blue anacondas rushed out roaring, two by two, connected end to end, forming a ten-foot-long anaconda, crashing towards the wind shield with splashes of water and lightning.

Immediately afterwards, the three extremely solid purple rainbow swords, like tridents, followed the giant python and stabbed away.

Finally, there are five cards with a faint green light, as if a death ray would be triggered at any time.

Xiao Er made up his mind, not to play any skills, but to play fixed-point strikes with continuous firepower.

Even the sky, poke a hole in it.

Fortunately, Tom is not really stupid and stubborn, and he knows how to gather the snake-shaped chains to the other end.

The giant python roared, and came in a flash, hitting the wind shield like a giant millstone, all kinds of flying sand and stones brought up hit the python's body, and the water spray exploded.

But the giant python fought bravely against the invisible shield regardless of everything and no strategy.

It looked as if it had automatically submerged into the shield, the ten-foot boa constrictor quickly melted under the waves of water, and a large amount of water gradually accumulated on the ground, quickly turning the wind into a world of water.

The speed of wind escape has also been slightly slowed down.

But the three purple rainbow swords that followed were like tridents. The moment the anaconda disappeared, they also hit the slow-moving Fengdun.

This time it was not deflected, because when the rainbow sword hit, it chose to self-destruct!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, the dazzling purple electric light flashed violently, and even penetrated the insoluble water mist, dyeing the entire valley purple.

At the mountain pass, Lucius was the only one, and the stalker had already been sent away to change shifts to another stalking point.

When the purple light came, Lucius couldn't help covering his eyes with his hands, and swallowed hard.

This battle situation is too fierce and frightening.

To be honest, Death Eaters like Lucius have never really seen the Dark Lord make a full blow.

When the Dark Lord kills, it is usually Avada who starts, and the opponent is settled in one or two rounds.

He prefers to torment people, to enjoy the powerless wails of the rebels.

And Dumbledore and the Dark Lord have no record of fighting on the surface.

The background of these pure blood associations is not related to the rise and fall of pure blood, even if one or two perish, they will not easily come out of the mountain, and they must preserve their vitality.

This time Lucius knew why the Dark Lord didn't forcibly recruit these people back then, and it was indeed a bit difficult.

But why all the fanfare this time?Also directly teamed up with Shaw.

Is it to completely cut off the retreat of the pure bloods?

Although those pure blood families are afraid of the Dark Lord, when it comes to fundamental interests, they will not really be obedient.

Reliance is to be able to "collectively petition to let the ancestors come out of the mountain".

Naturally, Lucius didn't know that it was actually these old antiques that touched Shaw's dragon scale: defiled people's innocence out of thin air, and destroyed his stalwart image.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

While Lucius was thinking wildly, the water mist suddenly expanded even more.

The large amount of accumulated water after the broken anacondas on the valley floor began to quickly melt into the water mist, and more snake-shaped chains condensed out.

The chain group seemed to be injected with a shot in the arm, rushing up one after another, quickly strangling the three-headed dog and the magma giant.

Xiao Er in the sky just activated the Death Curse in the card, and made persistent efforts to destroy the broken Fengdun. He was admiring his victory and preparing to move down to Kai Wushuang.

It can be seen that Tom actually absorbed his own anaconda for his own use!

Can you still play like this?He was stunned for a moment.

When Xiaoer was going to go down to drive Wushuang, he used stagnant water to conduct electricity to carry out sneak attacks. What should he do now?

But he didn't have time to think about it anymore, he picked up the Thunder Light Halberd and rushed towards the two old men who had already opened the empty door.

To waste so much of his family fortune, let's see if he doesn't kill the two old men.

Most wizards in the magic world are not good at melee combat, and Xiao Er is actually not very good at it, but he is afraid that the opponent will be better.

When the life-killing curse shield was broken, the silver-haired old man was groaned and his head was buzzing because of Xiao Er's ignorant self-destruct spell.

This will make the blood surging and still wheezing and panting smoothly.

Seeing Xiao Er's attack, the old man could only respond to the enemy in a suffocated manner, cast spells silently and quickly, and cast several Iron Armor Curses.

Xiao Er was in high spirits, and he swept the long halberd in bursts, smashing randomly.

The blue shields were broken one by one, forcing the old man to stagger and approach the brown-haired old man.

"Old Luo Er, quickly find a way!"

The bored old Luo Er was also busy at the moment, all his summoned objects were strangled by the powerful snake-shaped chains, and the Dark Lord was also forced to come over.

He's about to re-block the chains on offense and defense this side.

Shore and Tom, one behind the other, put a lot of pressure on the two old men.

After getting closer, Xiao Er realized why these old men didn't come out of the mountain easily.

The two old men were haggard, bent and out of shape, and the creases on their faces were deep and dense.

At this age, if he is not yet a legend, his body function will really make people cry.

If you fight a few more fights, your life will really be lost.

Both Shaw and Tom are not merciful people, and respecting the old and loving the young is not used in this kind of place.

Xiao Er cut the shield in the air, not to mention how cool it is, he didn't give the silver-haired old man a chance to organize a super defense.

Tom was driving the black mist, surrounded by chains all over the sky, and had already sealed off the battlefield in a small area.

The triangular snake heads kept strangling the shapes that the brown-haired old man had just condensed one by one.

After the silver-haired old man stood still behind the brown-haired old man, he said a few words quickly.

As expected of pure blood, these two people were very knowledgeable about current affairs. Seeing that they really couldn't fight, they simply threw away the very ancient magic staff in their hands.

"You won."

"But don't be complacent. Pure blood is not as easy as you think. Those who are sensible will let us go. Let's sit down and discuss it."

Shaw laughed angrily.

Is it true that the more people live, the more innocent they become?

Chapter 139 The True Pureblood Society

Xiaoer lamented that these old men who have been arrogant for many years are really whimsical.

I didn't mean to talk nonsense, so I was going to give each of them a blow of the paralyzing spell, and then interrogated them thoroughly.

Tom was used to being arrogant, and he couldn't listen to the arrogant tone of these prisoners, so his hands were faster.

He directly tied the two of them up with chains, and the two old men kept rolling their eyes, and the already osteoporotic bones were strangled.

The silver-haired old man opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Vol, Voldemort, you, you let me go! I lost, but according to the rules, I have the right to use money to atone for my crime. Don't forget, there are more than us two old fellows in the Pure Blood Society."

The brown-haired old man was tougher. Although he felt extremely humiliated, he just kept moaning, with anger in his eyes.

"Ahem, don't kill me first, just tie your hands and feet, I still have something to ask."

Shaw waved his hand and ordered.

This guy Tom doesn't know what's wrong. Didn't I hear that he also likes anacondas?