Chapter 301

The strength of the black death is related to the original magic of the creature, so the strength of each black death is different. To say that Maka is dealing with these black dead, the strongest is the big man who appeared at the beginning.

If Maka guessed right, the guy whose speed and power are much faster than other black death disciples should be finriel greyback, the werewolf Lenny wants to "meet".

As one of the magical creatures, werewolves have very different magic from wizards. But there is no doubt that they, like other magical creatures, contain a unique magic in their bodies.

That is the source of their strength and the energy source they need to transform.

As one of the most notorious werewolves today, fenriel greyback obviously has more magic than other companions.

But even so, when dealing with a wizard like Maka who has mastered the power of rules, his weakness soon appeared.

"Destroy."

After a cold roar, the other party broke out at an amazing speed in an instant. The black gas pulled out a long tail in the air and rushed straight towards Maka's front.

Maka waved her wand and the extremely cold air dispersed again. He himself stepped on the magic book and gently flashed aside, allowing him to pass the impact of the other party with extremely fast reaction.

The next moment, the blue light on his wand shone again, and the light column spewed out and swept quickly to each other's back.

Fenril's sense was very sharp. His natural fighting intuition made him suddenly rise two feet and narrowly avoided Maka's easy counterattack.

However, he did not completely escape.

The white frost spread in his lower legs, the cooling effect was spreading, and even the black air on his body surface seemed to be weak.

But fenril seemed unaware. Relying on the flying ability of the black dead, he kept moving at high speed to avoid the upward pursuit of the light column.

A few seconds later, the beam of light dissipated, and finriel immediately retreated.

The rest of the black dead still attack Maka like they don't want to die. Although their attack can be said to be disorganized, their fearless crazy posture makes up for the deficiency.

Finriel was clearly under an invisible cover.

He stayed in mid air, his head slightly lowered under the cover of black gas, as if looking at the injury on his calf.

No, it's not just the calf.

The pale frost was eroding and had spread to his thighs, and he saw that he was still climbing up.

"Abandon."

Finriel pointed to the knife and fell suddenly.

Under the extraordinary strength, one leg was almost cut off by him, but there was no blood exuding from the wound, only the swirling black air.

The leg fell from the air, and the part that had been swallowed by the white fell into ice slag with a click under the impact of the fall.

Then, seemingly unaware, fenriel suddenly raised his head and looked at Maka in front of him.

"Destroy."

Before his voice fell, he burst out a bit faster than before, almost turning into a black straight line in mid air.

"Well?"

Marcello frowned, turned aside again, drew half a circle accurately with his wand, and moved a few feet aside with his impact.

But at this time, an inexplicably powerful force suddenly appeared from the side of Maka. Originally, he was still an ordinary black death, and an amazing magic wave broke out in an instant.

"Voldemort?"

The timing was really very accurate. It was the moment Maka dodged.

However, a black flame rose abruptly, turned into a black fireball, and hit Maka's back with a powerful force, which contained extremely terrible power.

Maka is in a state of "concentration", but no matter how fast she reacts, it's useless for her body to keep up.

He only had time to lift his wand behind him. The ice blue brilliance flowed behind him and changed into a crystal clear shield.

But under the impact of the fierce black fireball, the shield appeared cracks almost in an instant, and then Maka was suddenly smashed to the ground under a huge impact.

"Voldemort doesn't even want face?"

There was only such an idea in his mind. The next moment, he was accidentally smashed into the stone steps on the ground, arousing countless stone debris and dust.

"Hum, hum, ha ha... McLean!"

In mid air, Voldemort, who was originally disguised as an ordinary black death, waved the black air all over and revealed his original face.

"Enjoy the taste of death!"

Obviously, he didn't intend to miss the opportunity to pursue while winning. As soon as his words were out, he rushed to the stone pit hit by Maka again, and a strong black flame lit up in his hand.

"Boom!"

The subdued devil's palm condensed the black flame and shot it fiercely in the air near the stone pit. The black flame instantly turned into a flame meteor and suddenly fell in the center of the stone pit.

Then there was a violent explosion, and the black flame exploded around the stone pit.

The terrible power of this blow made the whole hall vibrate slightly, and even the ceiling rustled and fell a piece of dust.

"First you, then Dumbledore... By the way, and that Lockhart! When I get rid of you one by one, who else in the British magic world is my opponent?"

Although his words were wild, Voldemort's eyes still looked at the dusty stone pit, and a black flame gathered in his palm again.

He can't be careless about the boy in front of him.

Quiet! Very quiet! As if Maka was really dead, there was no movement.

Soon, the smoke in the pit gradually settled, and Voldemort's expression suddenly stiffened.

In the deep pit full of stone chips, there was no personal shadow!

"How is that possible?"

He narrowed his eyes, looked around inside and outside the stone pit, scanned every inch of space in the hall, but still got nothing.

"Come out!"

Voldemort suddenly waved out the black flame in his hand, sweeping the whole hall like a hurricane, and the sound of roaring was heard all the time.

But when those black flames rolled through the arch in the center of the hall, they were more than half missing immediately.

Voldemort looked at the seemingly ordinary arch with surprised eyes, and the black curtain still fluttered gently without any damage.

Just then, an ice blue light column burst from Voldemort's right rear, and the icy cold made the place where he passed form a layer of snow-white frost.

Voldemort's face suddenly tightened, and a layer of swirling black gas rose all over his body, and suddenly flew up. But before he could fly high, he was hit by the light column lifted by the trend.

The black air around him immediately dissipated a lot, and the whole person was hit by the impact on the wall.

It was at this moment that the wall he hit suddenly turned into a huge hand, shook Voldemort's body for half a circle, and then threw him out of the arch.

The giant hand made of black rock was very powerful. Just such a throw made Voldemort fly to the black curtain on the arch at a very fast speed.

Three feet... Two feet... One foot

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort almost touched the strange black curtain!

"Bang!"

Maybe it was just a few inches away. Voldemort, who responded in time, resolutely turned into a black gas and dissipated at the moment when he was about to touch the taboo.

At the other end of the hall, Maka stood with her back bent among the ruins of stones and dust, holding the broken stone steps in one hand and the wand in the other hand.

He shook his head with a little regret, and then the wand lit up again. The tip of the wand pointed to finriel greyback, the last black death abandoned by Voldemort.

At the same time, finriel, who had not made any action, turned his head slightly, and then, as if he had received some order, jumped into a black flame and flew to the door of the hall.

With a wave of his hand, Maka burst out of the ice blue light column again and hit him on the back before he rushed out of the hall.

This time, the duration of the light column was particularly short. It almost flickered and dissipated immediately.

Marca's magic is not enough after all. Now he is very close to the limit. He needs to leave a little strength in case of an accident.

Although fenriel tried to avoid it, he couldn't escape this time. The black gas on him immediately dissipated and the whole person was frozen.

"Cough..."

Maka coughed violently twice, then took a deep breath and endured her discomfort. Then he took out a bottle of magic medicine from his waist, pulled out the cork and poured it down.

After taking a breath, he finally glanced at the arch, and then dragged slowly towards the hall door without saying a word.

……

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong -"

In black's old house, Sirius's mother screamed again as the doorbell rang.

"Who's ringing the doorbell?" Sirius's anger was ignited again. "How many times have I told them? How many times!"

Sirius, who was sorting out the report with lupin in the reception room, stood up and walked angrily to the hall.

"Who's coming this time?" Ron said curiously. "Isn't no one coming at this point every day? Everyone has their own business..."

"We just have to be ourselves, never mind so much!" Hermione glared at Ron. "Recite the notes I lent you quickly - since you want to make progress, you can't be lazy!"

"Of course! Of course!" Ron nodded quickly, then leaned over the table and looked at a thick note.

"... McLean?" Sirius's angry voice came faintly from the hall. "Haven't you rang the doorbell before?"