The bright blue flames on the black dead are completely powered by magic. They are attached to the black Qi around the black dead. The high magic consumption makes it infinitely powerful.

This is the latest version of the fierce fire bottle developed by Maka. Because the fire gland capsule of fire dragon is used, the cost becomes extremely high.

As the saying goes, there is no killing without trading. The birth of each vial means that a pure and lovely fire dragon is ruthlessly killed.

At the moment, the black dead man was lying on the ground and completely unable to move. His magic was exhausted and the flame was gradually extinguished.

Moody leaned against the wall and gasped heavily - the black death was particularly powerful. The punch just now had completely smashed his shoulder.

"Ge... Granger," said old moody, struggling to move his body, but the severe pain in his left shoulder made it difficult for him to sit up straight. "What was that just now? It looks like... Fierce fire?"

"Marca gave it to me. It's a potion." Hermione hurried to Moody's side, looked at his almost completely collapsed and twisted shoulder, and then said hurriedly, "don't talk, Professor moody... Here's another potion for trauma. Drink it first."

This bottle of healing medicine is the same as that used to save Luna in the second project, and even filled from the same pot.

Maka gave her three bottles of magic medicine as a birthday gift. She had expected that the top three would not be peaceful, so she gave Hermione, who was accidentally selected as a warrior, self-defense and life-saving.

But who knows, it's all on crazy eyed Moody's right now.

Moody took the medicine bottle impolitely, bit open the cork with his teeth, then shrunk his head and drank it - no way, his shoulder hurt too much and his neck couldn't lift up.

Suddenly, his magic eyes moved, and then suddenly turned into their sockets.

"... well, I won't say anything to thank you," moody said with a frown after drinking the potion. "Miss Granger, go back first! It's still too dangerous outside now. Don't come out and wander around!"

"But --"

"No, but!" moody said impatiently. "That boy McClane told me not to run out this time!"

"Maka?" Hermione raised her eyebrows and ignored Moody's dissuasion. "Where is Maka? Where has he gone? The third project before... Did he not participate?"

"He... What happened today... Does he know all about it?"

Old moody looked at her casually, but there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"It's none of your business!" he urged, waving his movable right hand. "Go back! Go back to the auditorium and inform McGonagall to open the stone pier Knights!"

"The Knights of stone piers?" Hermione repeated with a blank face.

"Don't ask me to explain... There's no time, okay?" moody urged again. "Go back quickly, and you'll know then!"

"But Professor, you --"

"I'll be there after a rest!" seeing that Hermione wanted to keep talking, he simply stretched out his hand and pushed, "go! Don't you understand? Go!"

Hermione hesitated, moved her steps, and finally turned and ran into the dark corridor.

Although she didn't know what the "stone mound knights" were and what happened, she knew that Professor moody should not be aimless.

It seems that... There are other enemies coming?

Seeing that Hermione had left, old murditon breathed a sigh of relief, then propped up the pain and stood up with his right hand on his left arm.

He could feel that the bottle of healing medicine Hermione gave him was very effective, but no matter how good the effect was, it would take time. But now

"Time... Doesn't seem to be enough."

Old moody turned and looked to the left with his drooping arm. The magic eye in his eye socket also turned to the front and stared at the back of the corner of the castle, which was out of reach of normal sight.

Then, at the moment when two long hairy feet protruded from the corner, he closed his own eye tightly.

Facts have proved that alasto moody, who has been fighting with black wizards at the forefront for many years, is a real iron man. Even though he was old, he did not retreat in his decision-making.

"Falling apart."

Moody raised his wand, pointed it at his left shoulder without hesitation, and simply took off the whole left arm.

The bone of the left shoulder has been completely broken. Although it won't take much time to wait for the bone to grow well, he obviously thinks he has no chance to wait.

To be honest, from Moody's point of view, his judgment has no problem. But moody didn't know that he could be protected by Dumbledore's defense barrier as long as he walked into the back door of the castle.

One arm, together with the sleeve of the leather windbreaker, fell on the ground with a slap, splashing a few wisps of insignificant dust. The wound was soon scabbed and closed under the action of a powerful healing agent.

At the same time, the mysterious enemy around the corner also moved out of the shadow and came under the exceptionally bright moonlight tonight.

"Hum! Today's enemies are different from those stupid black wizards in previous years!"

Old moody snorted coldly. The normal right eye was closed, while the magic eye in the left eye socket burst into the greatest brightness so far, and the blue light pointed straight ahead.

In the vision of his magic eye, the precise alchemy array was not affected by anything. It immediately accelerated and firmly locked the enemy's body.

……

In the auditorium, Harry and Ron were standing honestly in front of Professor McGonagall, embarrassed and scolded.

Next to them, filch had bent his back, stretched his smelly face and looked on coldly.

In the middle of the auditorium, most of the little wizards stared at them in surprise and whispered from time to time about how they ran out.

Suddenly, with a rush of footsteps, Hermione panted out of the side corridor.

"Teach, Professor..."

She seemed to run so fast that she couldn't even speak quickly.

Everyone was deeply surprised at Hermione's appearance, and filch stared at her in amazement with his bloodshot eyes.

"What's the matter?" Professor McGonagall said with a stiff face. "Miss Granger, where have you been? Do you understand? It's really dangerous outside now!"

"Professor..." Hermione swallowed her saliva, moistened her dry throat, then waved her hand, "Professor moody, he... He told you to open the stone... Stone pier Knights!"

"Moody?"

MEG was stunned, but only for a moment.

She immediately nodded, then said to Professor flavy and others, "I'll give it to you first. I'll go to the front door..."

When the other professors agreed, she set off immediately and walked quickly in Hermione's direction.

"Stay in the auditorium and don't go anywhere!"

After dropping a word at Hermione, MEG passed Hermione and hurried to the hall.

"Hermione... You... Have you been found by anyone?"

When Hermione came to the door of the auditorium, Ron looked at her hesitantly and asked her carefully, but Hermione stared at her ruthlessly.

"Do you think I'll be like you! I've always been reckless..." she forked up, reached out and pointed to Ron's nose and angrily said, "you two almost killed me!"

"What? What happened?" Ron and Harry were scolded by her.

"Hum!"

Hermione snorted angrily and simply turned her face away. She didn't even bother to say it.

In fact, if she had to say so, it would be right.

If filch found her, moody might be able to hold on for a while. But if the enemy joined the attack now, it would be difficult for him to survive.

But then again, when moody knows he can't delay, will he stay there and die meaninglessly?

Maybe he just stepped back and found Dumbledore's defense barrier.

Hermione and Moody's, both the authorities, could not predict the result of this advance and retreat.

"Oh, stop it!" the little professor flavy waved his short arm. "Keep your voice down and sit down and have a rest!"

Compared with the anxiety of the students and the uneasiness of other professors, Snape standing by the window was not even interested in looking back.

He just stood sideways by the window, narrowed his eyes and stared at the Forbidden Forest on the side of the castle. There was no expression on his face.

But just then, a whole dense eye suddenly appeared in the shadow at the edge of the forbidden forest. The eye pricked Snape's eyes and quickly turned away.

……

Dumbledore stood still at the school gate. The half moon lens is reflecting the bright moonlight, masking the pair of pale blue eyes hidden behind.

At the white wizard's feet, several strange men and women were lying on the ground, integrated with the surrounding deep pits and roads, forming a strange picture.

Dumbledore's breath was only a little heavy. His slender fingers were half loose and half tight. He firmly held the old wand, one of the three holy instruments of death, and looked calmly straight ahead.

"Tom, aren't you going out yet?"

Dumbledore's voice was full of vicissitudes and wisdom, with a gentle tone, as if everything was under control.

But even if he asked again, there was still silence around him. In the distance, the Death Eaters looked at this side slightly nervously, and their hands holding the magic wand lost their blood color because of too much force.

Since the white wizard defeated greenward, the first Dark Lord who stirred the world's magic world, his reputation has deeply frightened all black wizards.

At this moment, he just stood here and made the Death Eaters dare not move.

"Well?"

With Dumbledore's light sigh, there were suddenly more wisps of extremely fine black smoke in the surrounding space. They rotated and rose to form a black gas vortex, which gathered in the air at a very fast speed.