The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

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Today is Christmas Eve, and the villages in the distance behind them are brightly lit, and ordinary people are celebrating the holiday and preparing to welcome the new year.

But the Ivo Manor ahead, hidden in the woods, was dark and silent, as if no one was inhabited.

But Mo Bai could feel that there were many wizards entrenched inside.

At this time, his body was floating in the air, and his black robe was fluttering in the breeze, like a roc spreading its wings in the night sky.

He took out the twisted wand from his arms, and from the cracks in the wand, a faint black mist overflowed.

The breeze was still cool and soothing, but his robe suddenly fluttered more violently, as if there was a strong wind surging around him.

Ciel, who looked up at him from the ground, frowned. He suddenly found that the figure in his sight was a little blurry.

"That is how the matter?"

He looked at Sebastian, and the black butler's eyes flashed.

"Logically speaking, magic power is intangible and qualityless, but the magic power condensed around Mr. Mo at this time has caused the air to begin to distort, so this situation occurs..."

He looked down at his master.

"Master, I think we need to retreat some distance."

Ciel raised his head, "Do you mean it will be dangerous here?"

"Maybe."

But Charles smiled and said, "If you run away when you encounter danger, what do I want from you, a butler?"

"Sebastian," he said in a commanding tone, "take me to a best viewing point. I want to see what this guy who owes me a favor is really capable of."

Sebastian's face was filled with a helpless smile.

"Yes, my-lord."

As he spoke, he leaned over and picked up the count's thin body, and the two of them turned into black shadows and disappeared instantly.

The next second, they appeared directly on the top of the nearby tree. The deacon squatted on the top of the tree as if he was weightless, while the earl sat firmly on his shoulders.

Mo Bai seemed to be aware of it and turned around to see this scene.

"You can find the auditorium by yourself."

Charles waved his hand, "Don't worry about me, I always need to know whether the favor I'm giving you is worth it."

The two looked at each other, and Mo Bai turned his head.

"as you wish."

As he spoke, he twisted the lower end of the wand in his right hand and raised it in front of him like a conductor of a symphony orchestra. The tip of the wand pointed at the manor in the distance and drew a circle in the air.

The circle was drawn extremely slowly, as if what he faced was not air, but a thick paste.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the silver thread outlined on the robe seems to be alive at this time, like mercury flowing, or like a blood vessel, with majestic magic flowing inside.

Mo Bai knew this was not an illusion, because he had discovered before that when casting spells in this robe, it was particularly smooth, and the magic output was more than one level faster than usual.

The old man's things are indeed not simple...

At this time, Ciel, who was sitting on the deacon's shoulder, frowned in confusion.

Because he can see the entire Ivo Manor from his perspective. At a rough glance, the main manor where the main building exists covers an area of ​​about an acre.

But at this time, there was no change in the entire manor, and it looked like Mo Bai was just pretending.

But when he shifted his gaze, his pupils shrank suddenly.

There is a circle of dense woods outside the manor, but at this time the air around these trees begins to twist.

The trees among them began to shrink and wither, as if being burned by invisible flames. He watched helplessly as a giant tree that was as thick as two people's arms silently turned into a ball of black ashes.

As the tip of the stick moved slowly, a black mark was visible to the naked eye extending out of the woods, like a scar torn out in the jungle. The scar was getting longer and longer and farther away...

When they were connected end to end, miles-long black marks had surrounded the entire manor.

Seeing such a spectacular scene, Ciel opened his mouth.

"Is this...fire?"

Mo Bai took a deep breath, feeling exhausted even if he released such a large amount of magic.

Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Mr. Charles has good eyesight. This is the powerful fire I added with the phantom movement counter-curse. After all, before catching the mice, we must first prevent them from escaping~"

"In order not to alert others, I specially added another layer of Illusion Body Curse."

Next to him, Sebastian looked at the young man floating in the air with surprise for the first time.

Although he is not a wizard, his long age has given him insights far beyond ordinary people.

At least he knew that there were very few wizards in the world who could cast such large-scale multiple complex magic alone.

And he had only seen two people at his age who could do such a thing.

The other wizard was also human, and even he admired him a little.

My name is Merlin......

The deacon's red pupils flashed with complicated colors.

Human beings are really a group of weak and powerful creatures.

At this time, Charles didn't see the complicated expression on the deacon's face. Although he didn't understand what the Disillusionment Curse, Severe Fire, and Counter-curse were, he understood the other party's intention to kill them all.

"Mr. Mo, I have to remind you that there may be children captured in the castle..."

Mo Bai knew that this was a reminder to him not to accidentally hurt him.

He smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I promised Hermione not to kill anyone."

"Then how are you going to deal with these people?"

The ink-white smile is mysterious and elegant.

"Please, Lord Earl, please enjoy my performance."

He turned to the still silent manor in the distance and shook his head.

"These wizards have really poor sense of defense."

He first wiped his left hand on his throat, then raised his hands upward, suddenly lifting the phantom spell on Li Huo. In an instant, the swaying blue light illuminated the night sky.

And his voice, which was amplified by [Sonorus], also resounded throughout the manor.

"Merry Christmas, Ivo's mice! It's time to confess your sins!"

With the huge sound and the soaring fire, even a deaf or blind person inside can know that someone is coming.

And the person who comes is not good!

Curses rang out from the manor. Ivo's dark wizards were either surprised, angry, or frightened. They immediately wanted to use phantom to go out and see who dared to run wild in their manor.

Then everyone's heart sank.

Apparition is disabled!

Seeing the strange blue flames that were tens of meters high surrounding the manor, everyone gathered together and were enveloped in panic.

"calm!"

A rough voice instantly dispelled fear, and everyone looked forward. A man in gray robes with scarred face stood there.

This is the head of the Ivo family, Jerko Ivo.

Jerko looked at the group of people, the ugly scars on his face twisted like a centipede.

"Calm down! You losers! We are the Ivo family! What are our ancestral precepts?"

Everyone raised their arms and shouted.

"Kill all enemies! Loot all property! Burn everything in sight!"

"very good."

He glanced at everyone with a fierce look.

"Looking at this formation, we are most likely surrounded by Aurors from the Ministry of Magic."

"Damn Malfoy! How dare you betray us!"

Someone yelled angrily.

Because apart from their own people, the only outsider who knows that their manor is located has interests in them, and that is Lucius Malfoy.

Jerko also smiled evilly.

"It doesn't matter, we will go to Malfoy's manor sooner or later, after we wipe out all the lackeys of the Ministry of Magic."

"We once struck fear into all our enemies, and we do now!"

He bared his teeth.

"Now, it's time to put fear into the intruder!"

"Kill them all! Steal them all! Burn them all!"

Everyone pulled out their wands and rushed out with frantic expressions on their faces, preparing to fight to the death with the Ministry of Magic.

But when everyone rushed out of the door, they were stunned to find that there were no ghosts outside, let alone Aurors.

"in the sky!"

Someone shouted.

Everyone looked up and saw the young man standing tall in mid-air with a smile on his face.

"It seems that the mice have come out of their holes."