Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Spell Shards (3/3)

Now you can upgrade any spell ability.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hoffa immediately used the upgrade ability on the Illusion Charm.

This is his only curse that can come in handy at the moment.

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the three groups of magic fragments emitting dim light suddenly became clear, but before he took a closer look, they merged into one, forming an incomparably regular equilateral triangle!

The triangle blazed and burned out in an instant, melting into his own blood.

The upgrade is accepted!

A feeling of boiling flowed throughout the body, as if a shot of adrenaline hit the heart!

A silver star shone in his consciousness space.

Ding!

The phantom spell has been upgraded.

Current spell, [High-level Phantom Spell-Ghost Walk]

Ghost Walk-(When you enter the shadow state, your movement speed is greatly accelerated, and you can be immune to any damage for ten seconds.)

Hoffa raised his head abruptly, leaving him running out of time to think.

The scorching heat hit, he turned around and saw the raging fire overwhelming the sky.

Before he could feel more about the process of spell upgrading, Hoffa directly activated his ability.

Ghost walk!

At this moment, the black wizard's magic flame fell on him.

But he was blurred, and disappeared into the air in a flash. He doesn't even need to chant the spell, which is much faster than the phantom spell.

The speed of time seems to slow down.

In the eyes of the black wizard, the boy in front of him was just twisted, and was engulfed by the raging fire.

But in Hoffa's eyes, all his world was left with gray and white, buildings, dark clouds, moon, fairies and black wizards, all turned into gray and white.

He heard the inexplicable wind whistling constantly. He saw the constant fluctuations of the world before his eyes, producing lines like water.

Look at your body again!

He stood in the gray-white flame, and his body regularly produced ripples. The flame had no temperature and no sound, as if it had nothing to do with the world he was in.

He actually left the material world.

There is a play...!

Hoffa raised his head, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Hid it!

He moved his steps, stepped out more than three meters in an instant, and left the scope of the fire. As light as a feather.

The two wizards thought Hoffa died, so they turned and left.

As soon as they turned around, Hoffa left the stealth state and flew towards the kidnapped goblin.

One of the wizards saw Hoffa, his eyes widened. He had no idea how Hoffa survived the flames and was unharmed.

But this did not prevent him from reacting, he raised his wand decisively!

A dangerous blue light shoots out, it is a smashing curse!

Without thinking about it, Hoffa tapped his wand on his arm.

Ghost walk!

He escaped into the shadows again and disappeared.

The dangerous smashing curse actually passed through his body directly, hitting the building behind him, and exploding large tracts of rubble.

He completely became a ghost-like existence.

The rubble fell, and the wizard who released the explosive curse was dumbfounded, and saw the boy in front of him disappear completely into the air. The curse he released actually fell into the empty space.

He suddenly turned his head and shouted: "　mt.! (Be careful, something is wrong!")

Schmidt, who grabbed the goblin's arm, suddenly turned his head, but he didn't see anything.

In the mist, only his two companions remained.

Just when he was distracted, the goblin flicked his finger.

Countless rubble flew from the ground and whizzed towards Schmidt.

opportunity!

Hoffa moved.

He locked on the dark wizard who was holding the goblin, and ran away, as fast as a gust of wind.

Schmidt calmly blew his whistle, and all the curly-winged demons attacking the goblin's defensive curse changed their directions and shot towards Hoffa's direction.

In the gray world, those curled-winged demons rushed through Hoffa's body directly, causing no harm at all.

The magic is fading rapidly.

Seeing that Indor became tighter and tighter under the black wizard's magic.

Hoffa was a little anxious. He hadn't learned any attacking spells, so he could only learn the same, wave his wand, "Bone to pieces!"

The wand emitted a soft white light, without power. Obviously the grammar is wrong!

Hoffa couldn't help cursing.

"by!"

He put away his wand, and while rushing, he picked up a brick on the ground.

Schmidt, who was at a stalemate with Indor, only felt a strong wind hit, and then suddenly a small figure appeared in front of him through the thick fog.

Hoffa didn't care about anything, he leaped high, his body drawn an arc in the night sky, and then he slammed a brick down!

"go to hell!"

boom!

The impact of speed is mixed with inertia.

The two-fingered brick smashed to pieces on the wizard's forehead.

It smashed his hood upside down, revealing scattered gray hair and a Germanic face.

It's just that this face has run out of ominous nosebleeds.

A tooth mixed with blood and saliva spurted out of his mouth. Without thinking about it, he rolled twice and hit the ground hard.

After losing the master's control, the magic that bound Induo disappeared instantly.

Hoffa's wrists trembled and his mouth was bleeding. He was young, and the reaction force just now made him uncomfortable.

But now he didn't care about it at all. He took a half of the broken brick and gasped for a few moments. Then he threw away the brick, flew forward, and snatched away the dizzy wizard's wand. Drag Indor and ran away.

It didn't take long for the tall man to faint. Soon, he rushed to his companion to help him and stumbled to his feet.

He clutched the blood on his forehead, and Gu Jing Wubo's face had a rare shock.

"!chase)

But his tone was still steady, without any emotion or fluctuation.

One of them let go and chased Hoffa with strides. This time, while running, he raised his hand and threw the wand heavily.

Hoffa tilted his head slightly and was stunned. He had never seen a wizard throw his wand out.

What does this guy want?

However, in the next second he knew that the wand that was thrown out quickly deformed in the air and turned into a sharp cross sword, stab Hoffa like lightning!

It turned out to be Polymorphism!

The feeling of danger caused Hoffa's hairs to explode, and he hugged the goblin horizontally, and his wand tapped his arm again.

"Wandering ghosts!"

A spatter of blood spattered.

Indor and him disappeared into the air together.

At the moment of disappearance.

Boom boom boom!

Three consecutive giant snakes fell from the sky.

He opened his blood basin and bit into the position where Hoffa was standing.

The gravel on the ground was bitten to pieces by three giant snakes. Subsequently, the three giant snakes exploded.

The scene was in chaos, crushed stones and sawdust were flying everywhere, and the fire light reflected the night sky red.

The impact of the explosion caused the black wizard's robe to fly wildly.

The black wizard who was chasing rushed to the place of the snake group and looked down, but still found nothing.

He raised his hand to take it, and the sharp cross sword turned back into a magic wand and fell into his hand. He screamed out loud with anger.

......

......

The magic power of ghost walk is extremely exhausted.

Ten seconds later, when Hoffa rushed out of the mist again, a trace of nosebleeds slowly leaked from his nose and mouth. He completely overdrawn his magic power and fell to the ground with a pale face.

Indor hurriedly hugged Hoffa's arm, and after dragging him up, he found that Hoffa's arm was covered with blood.

He had just entered the state of ghost strolling for half a second, and a gap in the bone was left on his arm, blood was flowing like a shot, and he was almost killed on the spot by that dangerous transformation curse.

Indor held Hoffa's arm and hurriedly pulled out a few bottles of potion from his pocket, and was about to apply Hoffa.

But Hoffa stopped him.

"Wait a minute, don't be here." He said weakly but calmly.

Induo looked at Hoffa suspiciously.

Hoffa pointed to the blood on the ground.

"Don't let the blood disappear at the door of the Honey Duke, they will follow."

Indor immediately understood. He hurriedly helped Hoffa to a witch makeup shop opposite the Duke of Honey. On the stone steps, he opened a bottle of white medicine, possibly white fresh, and applied the medicine to Hoffa’s wound. on.

While painting, he said something in his mouth.

With a tingling and tingling, a pungent white smoke rose, the wound on Hoffa's arm quickly stopped the blood, and the scab healed. But the lack of vitality in the body will not be able to make up for a while.

Watching Indor's potion heal the wound on his hand little by little, Hoffa had no other emotions in his heart, only calmness.

For the first time, he had a glimpse of the high-end combat power of this world, which was far more than the magic wand in the movie.

Magical creatures and dark wizards.

This combination is really strong. If it weren't for the powerful ability of the ghost walk, he would be a corpse now.

I am still too weak.

too young.

He needs to become stronger, needs more strength, and more time.

After healed his injuries, Indor helped Hoffa to walk quickly to the Duke of Honey's shop in front of him.

Back to the Duke of Honey, the door was firmly locked.

Induo knocked on the door lock and the store door opened with a slam.

After entering the door, he locked the store door back.

Inside the store, all the clerk and boss, without exception, all fell to the ground, unconscious under the influence of the fog.

Induo: "How to go?"

Hoffa: "The basement."

The two went through the cellar to the basement of the Honey Duke.

Hoffa removed the trap door in the basement.

Without reminding Yinduo, the two went underground.

Everything fell into silence.

Hoffa's magic power was nearly exhausted at this moment, and his physical fitness was also greatly reduced.

Indor saw Hoffa's weakness, he hurriedly put Hoffa on his body, and the two limped towards Hogwarts.

...

...

An hour later, there was a mess at the door of the Hogsmeade Witch's cosmetics store. Several unconscious shop assistants were smashed to the ground in a mess.

Three dark wizards gathered together, two of them held their wands and followed the blood on the ground to observe back and forth, and occasionally they would smear a little bit in their mouths, and then spit them out.

Schmidt was sitting on the stone steps, staring at a broken brick in front of him. It seemed that I was not looking at an ordinary brick, but at a species I had never seen before.

Finally, a wizard who checked the blood straightened up.

"There is no way to track it, neither can the Phantom Monkey. This is already the radiation range of Hogwarts, and there is too much protection magic."

Schmidt was sitting on the steps, wiping the blood from his face, expressionless. After hearing the words of his subordinates, he stood up and gave a faint oh.

Another wizard asked cautiously: "Major, shall we... go back?"

Schmidt raised his head and glanced at him coldly. A group of curly-winged demons hissed and roared on him.

The wizard shut up immediately.

After wiping off the blood on his face, Schmidt said coldly: "Go back and you will die, and you can live if you stay."

Thinking of the terrible existence behind him, the wizard lowered his head, "Yes."

A square-faced wizard next to him said: "That kid is a bit weird. I hit him with four or five spells, and there was no reaction at all..."

"There must be some precious magic items on him, I am afraid that his identity will not be simple." Schmidt said word by word, "When we catch him, we can naturally ask the secret."

"Then what shall we do now?" a wizard asked.

"Get my wand back first, the British Ministry of Magic must have sensed our invasion." Schmidt stood up and put on his hood. "The boy is a student at Hogwarts. Let's find a way to get into Hogwarts first."

"How is it possible!" a subordinate said in amazement, "that school is surrounded by countless defensive magic, how can it penetrate into it."

"It's okay," Schmidt said coldly. That school is not monolithic. Master Grindelwald left a seed in that school. Now, it's almost time to harvest. "