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Black fog surrounds Sherlock.

Originally, the dozen iron armor spells he used in advance had been corroded by the black mist and only a few thin ones were left, and because of the relatively large consumption in the previous chase.

Now Sherlock has been very struggling to face Voldemort's offensive.

In the higher-end wizarding battle, the weight and status of polymorphism is more important.

The magic spell is still the key to defeating the enemy, but of course the enemy will not stand stupidly and let your spell hit. The best way to limit the enemy's movement is undoubtedly the application of polymorphism.

Voldemort, who was astonishingly skilled in black magic, also knew this.

It's just that few of his enemies have made him use this level of magic, and for some reason, he is very resistant to the magic classification of polymorphism.

But Sherlock broke his ring today.

Shen Feng Wuying, he must have seen the black magic invented by his once most talented subordinate, Severus Snape.

Snape's Shen Feng Wuying is very powerful, but also has very high limitations, but no matter what, it will never directly make a 180-degree horizontal cut like Sherlock is using now!

The moment Sherlock used this spell, he already felt something was wrong. While using the Transfiguration to conjure a wall in front of him to delay time, the whole person quickly lifted off into the air, dangerous and dangerous. Dangerously avoided the invisible magic blade, but the hem of the robe was still cut off.

The magic attached to the sharp blade made the cut piece of cloth torn into countless pieces in an instant, and fell to the ground with the breeze brought by the black mist.

The black mist around him, and Voldemort, who was suspended in mid-air without any tools, turned gloomy.

Sherlock didn't do him any effective damage, but even so, it still made him feel humiliated. He tapped the wand in his hand, pointed it in the direction of Sherlock, didn't utter any spells, just waved it like this write.

The yellow-red flames flowed down from the tip of his staff and fell to the ground like water, and then the flames turned into a python bigger than Nagini, and spread towards Sherlock's location.

The scalding heat, even if it was still a distance away, seemed to be able to bake a person into a mummified corpse, so that Sherlock had already sensed what kind of black magic Voldemort was using without seeing the terrifying flame.

One of the most evil and uncontrollable black magics.

At the beginning of the semester, Sherlock used this spell to remove the crown Fiddlesticks was wearing on his head.

After that, it was he and Professor McGonagall who worked together to solve the small piece of fiery fire that seemed "insignificant".

And now, Sherlock soon saw the sky-reaching giant python that turned from Li Huo rushing towards him!

Without any intention of resisting, he turned around and quickly retreated, while controlling the magic wand floating in the air to separate dozens of them, falling straight from the sky like a sharp sword, and the tip of the wand inserted into the ground, blocking the fierce fire. in front of.

"All curses end!"

A bright blue light lit up between the wands stuck on the ground, and at the moment Sherlock's spell was uttered, a material that was very similar to flames, but people couldn't feel any fiery sensations shot up into the sky!

The blue flames formed a seemingly thin, but incomparably strong wall between Sherlock and the fire python, hindering Lihuo's attack.

The fire python seemed to have an independent life and consciousness. Its vertical wall composed of flames stared at Sherlock, and then slowly opened its big mouth, revealing two sharp fangs!

"Bang!"

There was a fierce collision between the red and blue flames, and at the contact of the two flames, sparks like those produced when iron pieces were handed over burst out!

The Fiery Fire Curse was at a stalemate with the Breaking Curse, and Voldemort still did not stop attacking Sherlock.

"He's my man, Severus' spell, and so will I."

The cold voice sounded above Sherlock, followed by an emotionless incantation.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

An invisible huge blade formed in mid-air, aiming at Sherlock's position, like a guillotine used in medieval executions, falling from the sky and aiming at his neck.

The moment Voldemort's spell was formed, Sherlock knew it was too late to hide.

The biggest advantage of Shenfeng Wuying is not its lethality, but the casting speed and concealment that other spells cannot match.

The time it takes for the incorporeal magic blade to form from the caster to hit the target is less than two-thirds of the life-suppressing spell.

Knowing that it was too late to hide, Sherlock made the safest choice.

Except for the dozens of magic wands that were entangled with Fiery Fire on the ground, the remaining more than a hundred magic wands all gathered above his body.

With the use of Silent Transfiguration, hundreds of magic wands are linked together into a huge iron net!

There was no other transformation material in the air, and Sherlock could only choose to use his wand.

The moment the magic blade and the iron net came into contact, there was a violent collision, and they stalemate for less than two seconds, and the iron net that the wand turned into shattered!

The magic wand, which was destroyed by external force and forcibly released from its deformation, was chopped into countless pieces of wood, which fell rustlingly from the sky.

With the loss of destroying more than fifty wands, Sherlock did not successfully block Voldemort's phantom, but he bought himself enough time to escape.

He rolled sideways to the right, and just after he rolled out less than a foot, the divine blade that penetrated the iron net fell without a shadow!

Sherlock had avoided all the vital parts of his body, but his left arm still hadn't avoided the invisible corner of the god, his sleeve was torn, and scarlet blood burst from the wound on his arm. out!

He clenched his teeth, and the sharp pain at that moment made his mind dazed for a second. Those wands floating in the air, and the cracking spell that was stalemate with the Fiery Fire Curse, also trembled involuntarily for a moment, almost out of his control.

Of course, the wound on the arm was nothing, but the most disgusting thing about the God's Edge, which was invented by Snape, was the invasion of black magic after the wound.

The severe pain that seemed to go deep into his soul made Sherlock grin for a while.

Fortunately, Shenfeng Wuying had a spell to unravel, which was recorded in the notebook that Snape gave him.

He did not control the wand, and directly used the method of controlling magic without a wand and silently casting spells, and then used the understanding spell on his arm, but the wound was temporarily not healed.

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