Hogwarts Summoning Guide

Anyone who isn't blind can see that the magical shield of the Songjiang Execution Department will completely collapse after withstanding just one more magic cannon attack. The mages who provided the shield with magic power are likely to be in grave danger. The crowd is in a state of panic, completely lost and helpless. They originally came to the Execution Department to take refuge, but unexpectedly, they have become the focus of "attention".

Bai Lin originally thought that the golden-haired devil's goal might be to destroy the Songjiang Executive Department, which would be a major blow to the Eastern Magic Management Committee. Whether from a face-saving or substantive perspective, if even the Songjiang Executive Department could not be protected, the magicians living in the East would no longer feel safe, and seeking refuge overseas would become the mainstream.

But Bai Lin never expected that the other side would not be satisfied with just attacking the Songjiang Executive Department, but would instead carry out a massacre in this gathering place of mages.

Bai Lin turned his head to look in the direction from which the magic cannons were coming. With his superhuman eyesight, he had already located the magic cannons. There were actually three of them. At this moment, the lights were flashing, and the three magic cannons had been activated at the same time. The other side wanted to give the Songjiang Execution Department a full-scale bombardment.

An unnamed rage surged into Bai Lin's head, and with a thought, he immediately activated Phantom Shift.

It's not that Zhang Xuanyi can't use Phantom Shift, but charging into the enemy ranks single-handedly is something even a scoundrel wouldn't do. Unless you have the guts of Zhao Zilong or the bravery of Guan Yu, you'd have to do it. But unfortunately for him, Bai Lin's courage is second to none, not to mention he's confident of victory. He only has three things to do: first, establish his authority; second, establish his authority; and third, establish his authority again.

Bai Lin emerged from the void, his body covered in pale purple flames. His eyes flashed like lightning, instantly locking onto his target.

The enemy forces were numerous, and three stylishly designed machines were mounted on specially made magic flying carpets, somewhat resembling FIM92 shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles with tripods. They were operated by tall, burly men, and were far more advanced than the old machine captured outside Hogwarts. This demonstrated the extent of the United States' research into magic cannons over the past few decades.

Dozens of wizards dressed in dark blue robes rode specially made black flying brooms, divided into three combat squads, guarding the magic cannon, while Bai Lin appeared about thirty meters directly in front of them.

It wasn't that Bai Lin didn't want to teleport directly behind them or next to a magic cannon, but the enemy wasn't stupid either. They had set up anchor point resistance arrays and invisible protective magic next to the magic cannon to prevent a suicide attack.

Ironically, the arrogant American gentlemen didn't notice their nemesis teleporting over, as their attention was entirely drawn to the charging Zouwu. The Zouwu's striking appearance and swift movement were like a bright light bulb in the night, dazzling even from hundreds of meters away. A small squad of blue-robed wizards rode broomsticks to meet them head-on, while the others raised their wands, ready to deliver a crushing blow to Zhang Xuanyi and the Zouwu.

"Fusion magic... Dark Rain and Ice Wind!" Bai Lin had no intention of wasting words with the golden-haired devils. He had no interest in finding out why they came, nor in knowing whether these people had a brilliant and complicated life. These people dared to cause trouble in the East, and they had already been sentenced to death in Bai Lin's mind.

Bai Lin doesn't consider himself a bloodthirsty antisocial personality, but after experiencing so many battles with dark forces, from Death Eaters to Spellbreakers, to the Hastur Church, and then to Fujiwara Ichiura's Ship of Light, Bai Lin has come to understand one thing: these villains cannot be given even the slightest chance. They are inhuman. Fujiwara Ichiura will not give up releasing the virus just because there are elderly people, children, and innocent ordinary people in Hong Kong. These blond devils will not show mercy just because there are ordinary wizards seeking refuge in the Songjiang Executive Department.

Dark Rain and Ice Wind is Bai Lin's original magic, or rather, a fusion of the "Shadow Arrow Rain" and "Blizzard" spells. It forcibly combines shadow energy and ice element with chaotic power, a highly dangerous fusion. Most mages who dared to attempt this would likely perish on their first attempt, their lives ending in comfort and hardship. However, Bai Lin had already grasped the essence of chaos on his return journey, like breaking through a thin layer of paper. His use of chaotic power was now as natural as eating and drinking. Furthermore, he possessed an affinity for frost, making ice element almost an integral part of him.

A large mass of icy energy, swirling with dark shadows, instantly condensed in Bai Lin's palm. Its energy was no less than that of a tactical missile. In less than a second, Bai Lin thrust out both palms, and hundreds of arrows, resembling frozen asphalt, burst forth towards the enemy's battle formation.

On the other side, Zhang Xuanyi, with his back bent, followed closely behind Zouwu. He gripped the jade pen tightly in one hand, while his left hand was already dipped in cinnabar. He drew a complex talisman in the air. This was a secret technique of Longhu Mountain, and even a genius like Yan Nishuang had not come into contact with such a high-level spell in Wenyuan Pavilion.

More than a dozen blue-robed wizards approached, unleashing their attack spells from over a hundred meters away. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that they were no longer using traditional British handmade wands, but rather completely industrialized, standardized weapons. Unknown monster cores were embedded in the metal shafts of the wands, and three to five magical gems were inlaid at the tips. Some of these gems were elemental stones that provided power to certain types of magic, while others served as magic focusers. In short, these wands did not possess any everyday functions but were purely weapons of war, significantly enhancing the power of their attack spells.

More than a dozen magical arrows of various colors shot out, not only powerful but also with a range far exceeding that of spells like the Stunning Curse and Disarming Curse. Compared to these blue-robed wizards, the Aurors of Europe were practically kindergarten children. These spells might not be as evil and vile as the Killing Curse, but finding a intact limb after striking a person would be a rare feat.

To their surprise, the majestic Zouwu roared, its mane spreading out like an umbrella, its multicolored light as dazzling as fireworks. The magic arrows that struck the Zouwu were like arrows hitting mud, dissipating before even touching its fur. The Zouwu's LV5 magic resistance was terrifyingly high.

Although the golden-haired devils riding flying brooms were startled, they were all battle-hardened elites, practically the "special forces" of the wizards. They immediately scattered and formed an encirclement, preparing to reorganize for a second volley.

"Nine Heavens Universal Transformation, Five Thunder Orthodox Law!" With a furious roar, Zhang Xuanyi darted out from behind Zouwu, his left hand forming a peculiar hand seal, which he forcefully pressed onto his right wrist. In response to his incantation, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm shot out from the jade pen, like an extremely ferocious electric snake, instantly crossing more than a hundred meters and slamming into the nearest blue-robed wizard.