Chapter 479

The castle in the snow always makes people feel desolate. The goose feather like snow fell obliquely with the strong wind, covering the whole world in a gray haze.

In the snow covered vestibule of the castle, a large number of black figures surrounded. In the middle of the crowd, a young man stood with a long stick in his hand. He was trapped in a tight encirclement, but he didn't panic. He just looked straight ahead.

In his sight, another figure with black flame all over stood still on the spot and looked coldly at the young man.

But whether it seems to be the party with a large number of people or the party alone, it doesn't mean to start immediately. Obviously, the atmosphere in the field has been extremely tense, but it seems that they just want to delay.

Obviously, neither side is in a hurry at the moment.

……

However, at the same time, Harry and Ron were very anxious.

"Harry, I think we have to hurry... It's been too long," Ron said helplessly. "Although we can't see whether it's dawn or dark outside here, I guess we've been here all night!"

Harry shook his head in distress.

"I want to hurry, too! But -"

To be honest, they have been trapped here for a long time. And most importantly, they don't even know where they are!

From the surrounding environment, it seems to be a small wooden house with little space. A dimly lit gasoline lamp hung on the dark parquet wall. There were no windows on all sides and no doors.

In the corner of the room, two simple brown hammocks were hung directly on the ceiling, and two curtains hung slightly, covering the hammock.

On those two curtains, the brown coat of arms with a little badger printed on it, was probably the only thing that could prove that they were still at Hogwarts - the symbol of hutchpatch college.

Harry and Ron remembered what Marca had told them that if they wanted to participate in Dumbledore's funeral, they had to pass his test. But then, before they even knew what the test was, they suddenly blacked out and fainted in a corridor of the castle.

What is the test? Think of a way to get out of here? But what test can this play?

Anyway, as soon as they woke up, they found themselves locked up in this rather small room. There are no doors and windows here. The four wooden walls can't be broken at all, and there are few clues.

Seriously, they are almost desperate.

"I think it's a question whether we'll starve to death here or not," Ron groaned weakly. "What do you think, Harry?"

"Don't be discouraged!" Harry said reluctantly. "We can't give up either to fill our stomachs or to pass the test!"

"Well, I'm just talking."

Ron shook his head, then got up again and began to check around the wall.

It's just that this room really has such a big space. They have already checked every inch carefully. Apart from the magical wooden wall that can't be destroyed by magic spells, where is there anything suspicious?

"... I don't know where it is, but we must still be at Hogwarts," said Harry, picking at the nail on the board. "I'm thinking we'll have to guess where it is first. I'm afraid that's our only clue."

"Who knows?" Ron sighed. "There are too many rooms in the castle. Even what is shown on your living point map is not all. How can you guess?"

"Yes!" Harry thought for a moment, but he couldn't help being discouraged. "If we knew there was such a test, even if we didn't call Hermione, we would have to get back the living point map from her first. With that, even if we can't see where we are, we can at least see the actions of others in the castle."

"Well..." Ron pondered for a moment, not sure. "Harry, I still think we'll be in the room on request."

"Then we should be able to make something." Harry knocked on the wall, which was completely solid behind. "But haven't we all tried? Even if we said our wishes, nothing happened!"

Ron nodded and kicked listlessly against the wall.

"In short, hurry up..." although he always showed some weakness, he didn't really give up in his heart.

"Well," Harry nodded.

……

Almost at the moment Harry nodded, a fight finally sounded in the vestibule outside the castle. It was really a "fighting sound", not a confrontation between magic and magic, without gorgeous and colorful effects, but a real close combat.

The stone Knights guarding Hogwarts fought with the black dead!

The Black Death disciples with black Qi all over their bodies were originally wizards, but they have lost the ability to use magic under the erosion of the bewitching monument.

Their magic was forcibly transformed into that wisp of black gas. And then you get the powerful physical strength and defense.

On the other hand, under the influence of some ancient magic, the stone Knight Order temporarily obtained the ability to move independently. Like a puppet, he waved the stone Knight's long sword in his hand and cut forward one after another.

In fact, this time, the part of the black dead closer to the castle was forced to start fighting back.

Voldemort didn't want to go to war, but once those statues started, they wouldn't stop. They have only two tasks: expelling foreign enemies and guarding the castle; And they are endowed with only two behaviors, that is, shield defense and sword attack.

In terms of individual quality, the black death is far better than these stone Knights - both attack and defense are much better than these "fragile" stone knights.

But it is these stone statues that only know how to raise shields and wield swords, but it is hard for those black dead who are full of "counterattack", "attack" and "kill all" to show their brute force.

Because although these stone knights are more "one muscle" than the black dead, and they don't fly as well as the black dead, they have a neat and uniform pace and a square array that will never be chaotic.

The number of stone statue knights is quite amazing. They are only a lot more than the black dead, even if many have not been released in time.

For these stone statues with slightly clumsy actions, it is not difficult for wizards with a little brain to deal with them. It is only a matter of time and magic consumption to eliminate them.

But now it's the group of brainless black dead.

From the beginning, every attack of the black death will break several stone knights, but at the same time, at least eight or nine stone swords will smash at the black death. These stone knights are far from being able to compete with the black dead, but they are not worth mentioning in terms of attack.

In ancient times, the stone Knight order was originally used to resist invading giants. In front of the giant's terrible power, it is meaningless to give these stone statues more defense. Only enough quantity and attack power can stop the giant's progress.

You know, where can the giant's defense be worse than the black dead at present?

While Marka stared at Voldemort, the stone Knight order, which was only intended to contain Voldemort, made a great contribution. Just listen to the sound of stone sword smashing and stone statue breaking, which is a mess.

Because Maka is facing away from the place of battle, he can't tell exactly how far the war has gone. He feels full of chaotic magic waves.

But he didn't know, but Voldemort knew.

In terms of quantity, there must be a lot fewer black dead who launch a counterattack on their own, but their strength is much higher than the stone statue Knights after all. Even though the war situation was stuck, and even the Black Death party began to suffer losses, it was no problem to clean up those stone statues in the end.

However, how can Voldemort be reconciled to wasting every precious black death in such a place? He wanted to use a secret method to forcibly call back the black dead who automatically launched a counterattack, but he couldn't move.

At this time, Maka's staff has been shining, and the regular runes on the top of the staff are also looming. Voldemort had no doubt that if he moved casually, a column of ice blue light would sweep towards him.

He doesn't want to go to war yet, at least not yet!

Let the servants lose some! In order to succeed in one fell swoop today, the necessary sacrifice is also worth it - he has endured it so many times, and he doesn't care to endure it now.

Just because the stone statue Knights fought with the black dead, the hypocritical conversation between them suddenly stopped. Both sides understand that it is a tacit fact that they both hold cards in their hands today. There will be no point in hypocritical conversation.

The air became colder.

In this noisy battle, Marka and Voldemort looked one after another. They glanced south with the remaining light from the corner of their eyes.

It was this look that made Maka flash a fierce look in her eyes.

"Lark -"

Maka suddenly shouted with the magic of the sound reinforcement spell. For a moment, the invisible sound wave spread out rapidly, and even the violent storm and snow could not be reduced. In a twinkling of an eye, it spread all over Hogwarts.

At the same time when the cry sounded, the staff in his hand suddenly gave a meal on the snow. In an instant, several faint blue fluorescent lights began to light up from the point when the magic wand fell, and quickly swam up among the snow on the ground and spread away quickly.

While Voldemort's face changed dramatically, he suddenly turned into a black flame and retreated into the air behind without hesitation.