Chapter 1263

The number of soul collectors is decreasing!

Because a young man with a sword was looking for enemies everywhere in London, all he was staring at were collectors who would release unknown black matter.

At present, among the black wizards who wantonly plunder other people's lives in the fog of the city, the most difficult to deal with is undoubtedly these collectors who can't even listen to halbo's orders. Although the number of them is small, their strength is the most powerful, not to mention that more individuals are still born in Haier Bo.

Killing seems to become the most ordinary part of daily life.

To be honest, Harry is under a lot of pressure at the moment.

Although he has a very sharp Gryffindor sword, even in the face of the collector's seemingly indestructible black shield, he can pierce it at one stroke, but the unknown material is not always solid.

Sometimes, with a little carelessness, the sword will be entangled by life, which often puts him in the dilemma of weapons or being taken away.

Under the threat of black thorns that can penetrate steel, long-term close combat is obviously very dangerous.

But even so, Harry still raised his sword without hesitation and kept fighting thrilling battles in the streets and even Muggles' homes.

Yes, maybe Harry's pressure is not as great as Marca, but now his existence has become indispensable.

After all, those collectors can't be dealt with by any wizard!

"Ding -"

Accompanied by a crisp sound of gold and iron, a silver sword shadow swept from the side to the eyes and cut off the black thorn that stabbed here in an instant.

"Step back and leave it to me!"

It was a boy in Hogwarts uniform - his back didn't look very solid, but he was a man willing to stand up when others were in danger.

"... thank you."

"No, don't... anyway, you quit one after another!"

"Ah, good."

Needless to say, it was Harry who came in time to catch the black thorn. And just saved by him, it was just a Muggle boy who was slightly different from others.

In short, it was this Muggle boy who was only 11 years old that had gone crazy in this fog disaster. Thus, he could see many magic phenomena suddenly.

By the way, this boy's name is Robin.

"Click -"

As the little boy hurriedly retreated to the corner under Harry's reminder, the ground under the searcher's feet cracked in a burst of fragmentation.

That's the change caused by Harry's split spell in order to get the other party out of balance.

After several battles, Harry has found some small combat experience. Although the effect may not be as good as he expected, it is really worth trying to create "small moves" to attack as much as possible.

This time, however, his attempt seemed to have failed.

It can be seen that when the ground under the collector's feet cracked, the other party jumped up quickly and moved to the side in time to avoid driving.

During this period, because the other party's center of gravity is not unbalanced, Harry, who is already ready to go, can only give up his plan to rush forward for the time being.

However, the collector obviously didn't want to let go of the wizard who disturbed his soul harvesting - at the next moment, several black thorns came out of the black material in front of each other and shot at Harry's side quickly.

It's time to hide!

This was Harry's first thought after he perceived the danger, but soon he realized that he couldn't hide. Because he still remembers that a Muggle boy is shrinking in the corner behind him!

"Magic Slate!"

After transforming a thick stone tablet, he added a hardening spell on it, and then heard the sound of several stone tablets penetrated by hard objects.

Fortunately, at that moment, Harry's reaction was not fast. When he saw those black thorns forcibly chiseling through the slate, he was stunned to let the slate turn an angle to the side, so that the black thorns flew straight into the oblique thorns after passing through the slate.

But then, the stone slab with several holes also broke and scattered on the ground.

"To pieces!"

Seeing that the other party was ready to launch the next round of black thorns, Harry quickly released a crushing curse to force the other party to give up the attack and turn to a defensive posture.

Behind Harry, little robin, who used to live in the Muggle world, has never seen such a battle. It was like watching a movie, which stunned him.

At this time, Harry, who knew he couldn't continue to give the meeting to his mobile phone, resolutely rushed over.

Now Harry's speed may be faster than Muggle's sprint champion. He quickly approached the other party with a very fast movement. The Gryffindor sword in his hand glittered with bright silver light, tilted forward and waved his backhand out.

"Dang -"

After the crisp crash, there was another numbing creak, and the sword cut into the other party's black shield.

But this time, Harry had remembered the lessons of the previous times and did not try to forcibly stab the enemy hiding behind the shield.

He just riveted his strength and rowed up, leaving a long hole in the shield with the sharp blade.

Then Harry didn't stop at all, and then the momentum immediately accelerated and walked around the other party behind him.

This kind of guy who controls black matter usually condenses a spherical shield when turning to a defensive posture. But even if the speed of change is fast, it will take some time.

Before the unknown material completely wrapped the other party, he suddenly stabbed a sword into the open space and pulled it along with the trend.

When a long black thorn came out of his head and poked at himself, Harry quickly took back his sword and dodged away vigilantly.

After retreating for a moment, Harry saw that blood beads fell on the smooth mirror like body of Gryffindor's sword, which made him know that his sword had stabbed the other party.

Unfortunately, it's just a sword, and most of them haven't hit any key yet. Now he is covered by the other party with a spherical shield. It is very difficult for him to make an effective attack again.

It must be said that the Gryffindor sword in Harry's hand is really just sharp. When used in actual combat, it still has considerable limitations.

"Forget it."

Harry looked at the black thorn on the surface of the "big black ball", ran to the corner where the boy was, grabbed each other's arm and took the way away.

In short, the innocent victims have to be transferred first.

"Ding, Ding -"

Harry was forced to stop two black thorns coming this way, and then he protected little robin step by step.

Yes, even if you want to leave, you can't walk safely. This is the embodiment of the difficulty of the black pupil wizard who can attack, defend, far and near.

But as Harry retreated step by step for the camp, he suddenly saw the ground where the black ball was located suddenly arched up and threw the black ball out.

"Harry, take the child this way!"

It was not a very familiar voice, but after he turned his head and looked at the other side of the ruins of the house, he immediately recognized who it was.

That's bill, the eldest son of the Weasleys, Ron's eldest brother.

Because Ron's brother, as one of the few external spell solvers in Guling Pavilion, works in the pyramids of Egypt all year round, he can't go home many times in a whole year.

So Harry really didn't have much chance to see Bill.

Well, the nearest one seems to be Fred and George's wedding?

"Coming!"

After answering, Harry looked back at little robin behind him. Seeing that the child didn't seem too afraid, he pulled each other to Bill's side.

At this moment, he and little robin suddenly found a strong wind above their heads, and a large shadow shrouded them both.

"What?"

They looked up as they ran. In the fog, the huge outline surprised them.