Hogwarts Summoning Guide

Three burly men wearing gas masks and windproof coats (this was at the end of June) and carrying guns were in a private room. An elderly man who had been shot lay on the floor next to them and was clearly not going to survive.

The glass shattered, and three burly men with guns came face to face with Bai Lin in mid-air. Just by looking at their physiques, Bai Lin recognized the leader as his "old friend" Caesar.

Bai Lin was shocked to discover that in a box not far from the spellbreakers was none other than his uncle, Fudge, the Minister of Magic of England. Bai Lin immediately understood that Caesar's target was Fudge, but he didn't know Fudge's exact box number, so he was searching box by box. Upon seeing the wizard, he shot him without saying a word.

Nothing could cause a greater sensation than assassinating the Minister of Magic of a traditionally magical superpower like Britain. In that instant, Bai Lin also figured out many other things.

He had previously assumed that Caesar would attack the French Ministry of Magic, but he later discovered that the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic was very similar to that of the British Ministry of Magic—a mechanism that required magic to open.

When Bai Lin watched the movie, he scoffed at the entrance to the British Department of Magic, which was only the size of a telephone booth. With such low efficiency, a hundred people entering and exiting a day would create a long queue in front of the booth. However, he later learned that most wizards would enter through the Floo Network, and only in special circumstances would wizards and Muggles use the main entrance. Therefore, high efficiency was not required, and the entrance also served as a very effective barrier to the entry of spellbreakers.

If spellbreakers were carrying arcane equipment, they wouldn't be able to enter the Ministry of Magic's main hall at all, because it would repel the teleportation magic at the gates. Even if spellbreakers camped out at the gates for a year, they probably wouldn't be able to catch the French Minister of Magic. The Quidditch World Cup provided them with an excellent target; if they couldn't assassinate the French Minister, they could assassinate the British one too.

Before Bai Lin could think any further, Caesar, without a word, raised his two gleaming, extended silver revolvers and fired two shots at Bai Lin. This time, both of his guns were equipped with silencers, producing only two muffled thuds, showing that he was well-prepared.

Bai Lin suddenly rolled sideways on the broom, two bullets almost grazing his ears. He knew that Caesar wouldn't just leave after shooting him twice, so he slammed the broom down, lowering his body by two stories.

Sure enough, the two burly men besides Caesar quickly poked their heads out from their level, intending to fire a few more shots at Bai Lin. However, as they reached the edge of the stands, they gave Bai Lin an excellent opportunity.

"Shatter to pieces!" Bai Lin wasn't casting the spell on the spellbreakers, but on the floor of their tier of stands. And Bai Lin's Shatter to pieces spell was far more powerful than that of an ordinary wizard. While it might only blast clods of earth, his 101 points of magic power were enough to blast a round table-sized hole in the steel structure of the stands beneath the two spellbreaker giants. Even their rune-covered inner armor was useless; the two giants fell directly through the hole, free-falling towards the arena floor. Although it was grass below, at that height of twelve stories, they were practically guaranteed to die.

But Bai Lin couldn't be a sitting duck on the outside when dealing with Caesar. He turned his broom and rushed into the large hole created by the bomb explosion, jumping into the corridor of the twelfth-floor stands.

The narrow, dark gallery corridor was where Bai Lin drew his jade-handled dragon and charged toward Caesar's box.

A figure flew out of the private room. Bai Lin instinctively wanted to slash at it with his sword, but suddenly a warning signal struck him. Instead, he quickly braked and took a few steps back.

As expected, the figure that flew out was not Caesar, but the corpse of the old wizard who had died. Caesar's figure followed closely behind. If Bai Lin had split the body in two with his sword, the result would have been Caesar's revolver hitting his face.

Caesar's two shots missed again, much to his displeasure. Chrysanthemum bullets were extremely precious and not meant to be fired indiscriminately. Although two of his men had been ambushed and fallen from the building, Caesar remained confident of victory.

As the saying goes, a spear is swift from ten paces away, and accurate and fast within ten paces. Caesar didn't think he, who was almost invulnerable to blades and spears, would have any trouble facing Bai Lin, who was wielding a cold weapon. But he still put away the spear in his left hand and, like Wolverine, extended a long blade from the back of his hand.

Bai Lin darted swiftly along both sides of the narrow passageway, making it difficult for Caesar to aim, and then suddenly accelerated, rushing towards Caesar's side.

Caesar swung his spear, which Bai Lin narrowly dodged, but Caesar also deflected Bai Lin's thrust with his sword.

Bai Lin's face was solemn. He was quite wary of Caesar's revolver, staring intently at Caesar's right hand, mentally counting the bullets left.

However, the red stun spell struck Caesar's back, but like lightning striking a lightning rod, it was drawn directly to the ground by his rune armor.

The wizard was stunned for a moment, but Caesar had already turned around and fired a shot. The man screamed and a spray of blood spurted from his chest!

The moment Caesar turned around, Bai Lin felt a surge of joy, but just as he was about to get closer to Caesar, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis. At the same time, he felt a tremendous force strike his shoulder.

A sharp pain shot through his brain, and Bai Lin felt that his entire right shoulder had gone numb. His body involuntarily tumbled forward, and then he heard the gunshot behind him.

This wasn't the power of a pistol; it was clearly Kiki's 98K. No wonder Caesar turned back to the poor wizard with peace of mind, because he saw the figure of Bai Lin's companion behind him.

Caesar chuckled, turned around, looked at Bai Lin who had fallen to the ground, and thrust the blade of his sword toward Bai Lin's head.

"Og's Fist!" At this point, Bai Lin had no strength left to hold back. He endured the excruciating pain, looked up, and summoned his ultimate move.

A gigantic arm, thicker than a gasoline barrel, appeared out of thin air. Bai Lin had originally planned to get as close to Caesar as possible and defeat him in one move, but now it would be a dead end if he didn't.

The excruciating pain prevented him from concentrating on teleportation. That day at the opera house, when Kiki sniped him, the people in the box didn't want to teleport away; it was just that in their extreme fear and injury, the wizard simply couldn't concentrate on Apparition.

The enormous fist of Augus startled Caesar. His sword collided with the fist, which was as big as a water tank. Although it pierced the flesh of the fist, the immense force snapped the sword in two. Then the fist slammed heavily into his cyborg body.

For the first time, Caesar felt extremely dangerous and helpless. His body was sent flying more than ten meters by the huge fist, like a kite with a broken string. He flew over four or five private rooms and crashed hard on the ground, rolling twice. He immediately realized that one of his mechanical left arms had been completely destroyed.

But when he looked up, he saw Fudge in the next private room, caught in a dilemma.