Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 169: Top Four Battle (Continued)
"Phew, that was a close call, Senior Carol."

When Mike said this, the tone of the first half of the sentence was still teasing, but when he said the last few words, Mike's tone had completely turned cold.

As expected, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. This famous saying, which was said by someone unknown, is indeed correct.

Thinking of this, Mike casually waved the wand in his hand to knock away the spell that Carol was determined to cast. Then Mike stopped talking nonsense with Carol and pointed the wand straight to the sky.

Mike had to go all out. Anyway, there was a professor protecting him on the sidelines, so he didn't have to worry about Carol's safety. At worst, wasn't Dumbledore still there? Mike didn't believe that Dumbledore would sit back and watch Carol die in the game.

Endless flames gushed out from the tip of Mike's staff. These flames shot into the air quickly gathered under Mike's control and soon formed a huge fireball above Mike's head.

After the fireball was formed, Mike did not stop casting spells. Instead, he increased his magic power output, and more flames poured into the fireball above Mike's head.

However, what was strange was that as more and more flames were added, the huge fireball did not continue to grow, but instead began to shrink. At the same time, as the fireball shrank smaller and smaller, the color of the flame became darker and darker.

"Oh no! He's planning to use the same one from last time!"

Snape in the audience roared and drew his wand. He had made up his mind to end the game by force.

That's right, what Mike used was the compressed fireball he used in the battle with Cedric. Professor Flitwick once sternly warned him not to use this spell again, otherwise the magic power might get out of control and cause the fireball to explode in Mike's hands.

However, after experiencing the Ravenclaw Trial, Mike's control over magic skyrocketed. At this moment, this high-risk spell was nothing to Mike.

The magic power in Mike's body was rapidly consumed, 90%, 80%, 70%...

When only 30% of the magic power in his body was left, Mike finally exhaled and stopped outputting magic power. At this time, the fireball had shrunk to the size of a basketball and took on a strange color that was almost transparent.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A familiar heartbeat sound came from the fireball, and the fireball, which exuded a terrifying sense of oppression, fell off the tip of the staff with a pop, and flew towards Carol at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"It's over, Senior Carol."

Carol stared blankly at the concentrated fireball flying towards her, her heart turning cold.

Although the above description is very complicated, in fact, there is only one second from the time Mike starts casting the spell to the time the fireball flies out. In such a short time, Carol's current state can't even release a spell to harass Mike, let alone dodge.

And there was no point in hiding. Not to mention that Mike could use his mental power to control the flight trajectory of the fireball, even if Carol was not hit directly by the fireball, the explosion would blow her into powder.

Looking at Carol who was standing there like a fool, Snape wanted to kill her.

"You're still in a daze, what a troll brain!" Snape was thinking intensely in his heart, "Damn it, we can't use Apparition within the range of Hogwarts, otherwise we can pull her out with one Apparition! It seems that I can only use that, what an idiot!"

Thinking of this, Snape's figure quickly turned into a black mist and flew towards Carol at a high speed.

This is a spell invented by Voldemort, which can make wizards turn into black mist to move. This way of moving is not only extremely fast, but also allows the caster to fly. However, Voldemort taught this spell to his subordinates, the Death Eaters, as a reward. Therefore, this spell has become a symbol of the Death Eaters. Once used, it means that the caster was once a Death Eater. In the current situation where everyone is calling for the death of dark wizards, Snape will be despised if he uses this spell.

But Snape thought that the life of the girl on the field was obviously more important than being discriminated against.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall was not idle either.

Although she did not rush onto the field like Snape, she used Transfiguration to create several stone walls in front of Carol, trying to block Mike's attack.

However, Mike's attacks are not so easy to block.

Almost at the moment the stone wall appeared, Mike's fireball passed through the first stone wall.

That's right, it goes through, not explodes.

Mike's fireball didn't touch the stone wall at all. It melted a big hole in the stone wall just by relying on the heat emitted by the fireball itself. Then the fireball flew through the hole at a high speed without even stopping.

"Oh no! It's too late!"

Snape, who was rushing towards Carol, cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" He looked unwillingly at Carol who was still in a daze, and after hesitating for a while, he changed direction and flew towards the sky.

He is just cold on the outside but warm on the inside, not a brainless saint. Faced with this irreversible situation, he has no intention of experiencing the feeling of being blown to the sky.

Besides, this is Carol's own fault, isn't it?
The first wall, the second wall... until the fourth stone wall, the fireball finally exploded. At this time, the fireball was only ten meters away from Carol.

A dazzling white light flashed from the field. It was so bright that it even eclipsed the stars in the sky. The audience in the stands couldn't bear it and covered their eyes with their hands.

A moment later, a loud bang came late, accompanied by the earth-shaking roar, countless pieces of gravel rose into the air like a sandstorm, hitting the protective shield at the top of the stadium, making a crisp sound of tinkling.

The sound of violent explosions continued to dissipate, and the entire amphitheater was shaking violently. Scarlet flames bloomed in the billowing smoke, like flowers of the other shore symbolizing hell, with an indescribable beauty.

This was not the end. Perhaps unwilling to bloom in the thick smoke, the flames of the red spider lilies spread rapidly. Soon, the entire competition venue became a sea of ​​flames except for the open space where Mike was.

Countless tongues of fire twisted wildly on the field, accompanied by a huge whistling sound as the flames burned the air, as if countless fire demons were roaring in a hell made of flames.

The spectators in the stands were already speechless from the shock of the huge explosion. Some of the timid ones even hid under their seats. They obviously had no confidence in the protective shield in the arena.

"Merlin! This is too scary, is he really only in the second grade?" After a while, a senior student who had recovered from the shock exclaimed.

"Oh my God! Could it be that Senior Carol is... woooo!" A Muggle-born girl said this and burst into tears.

Unlike the panicked spectators in the stands, Snape, who was floating in the air with his lower body still in black mist, stared expressionlessly at a corner of the sea of ​​fire, without any of his previous anxious look.

(End of this chapter)