Hogwarts Summoning Guide

Intense lightning struck everything around them; nearby plants were instantly vaporized, while thick smoke billowed from farther away. Although there wasn't a shockwave as widespread as a missile explosion, no one doubted the power of Zhang Xuanyi's move. Everything within a radius of over a hundred meters was flattened; ordinary elemental magic was like a child spitting in the face of this attack.

Aside from the squad leader who reacted quickly and activated the random teleportation, a squad of over a dozen invisible blue-robed wizards was wiped out by this attack. The lightning didn't care whether they were invisible or not; they were instantly turned into more than a dozen inhuman charcoal figures, crashing heavily onto the ground, which looked like it had been bulldozed of vegetation. If you looked closely, you could even see some glittering things on the charcoal and the ground—those were vitrified substances, demonstrating the high temperature and destructive power of the lightning.

The first few ogres to burst out of the ground were also completely destroyed, and the other ogres dared not emerge from the deep cave again, fleeing in all directions.

Zhang Xuanyi remained in the same stance as when he made his move, his eyes tightly closed. His hand, which was forming a magic seal, trembled slightly. It felt as if his meridians had been washed by scalding hot oil. His once flowing hair was now disheveled and wisps of smoke rose from his head. His Zouwu, which was straddling him, seemed to have all its strength drained away. It had transformed from a fierce tiger into a sick cat, lying helplessly on the ground, panting heavily. Even though it was exceptionally gifted and had extremely strong resistance to magic, this single strike of heavenly lightning would be enough to keep it alive for months.

Despite this, Zhang Xuanyi was secretly overjoyed: "Am I handsome? Am I strong? Let me tell you! I'm not targeting anyone in particular! You're all trash! If Ni Shuang saw my strength, wouldn't she immediately fall head over heels for me... no, she'd immediately fall into my arms?!"

The blue-robed squad leader, who was teleported two hundred meters away and managed to escape by sheer luck, almost had his gallbladder, no bigger than his little finger, burst from fright. But he was an elite of the West. Before being recruited by the American Ministry of Magic's Battle Mage organization, he was a ruthless and merciless dark wizard who had seen all sorts of brutal scenes.

Although his emotional side told him: "Damn it, why don't you grab the key from your pocket and run for your life?" his rational side told him: "That Eastern monkey has run out of magic. Go up there now, and you'll definitely finish him off! The Ministry of Magic won't blame him for the total annihilation; they'll even reward him for his service!"

As the saying goes, evil breeds courage. The squad leader gritted his teeth, gripped the handle of the magic broom tightly with his left hand, and rushed towards Zhang Xuanyi, who was still posing, at top speed. His right hand held a magic wand that was filled with all his killing intent, and the Havada Kedavra curse was about to be unleashed.

As soon as Zhang Xuan opened his eyes, he saw a blurry figure rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed (the effect of the invisibility cloak would be greatly reduced during high-speed movement). The eerie green light on the magic wand in the other person's hand clearly told him that this was the deadly Killing Curse, a forbidden curse that tore apart a person's soul with killing intent, a curse that would surely kill anyone who was hit.

Zhang Xuanyi couldn't move a single finger, let alone use Phantom Shift to escape. The Zouwu beneath him hadn't recovered either. He never expected that the entire process from great joy to great sorrow would take less than three seconds. Zhang Xuanyi's mentality was on the verge of collapse, and only four sorrowful words remained in his heart: My life is over!

Zhang Xuan watched as the figure drew closer and closer, about to enter the thirty-meter range of the Death-Reaping Curse, when suddenly another figure appeared out of thin air. The next moment, the blue-robed squad leader, who had been keeping invisible, was forcibly pulled off the flying broom by that figure. It was as if he had crashed into the branches of a tree. The black flying broom lost control, flipped, and fell to the ground.

Zhang Xuan raised his head with difficulty and saw the figure clearly. It was Bai Lin, who had just teleported to Songjiang alongside him. Bai Lin was burning with pale purple flames and had his right hand gripping the blue-robed squad leader's neck, holding him up in the air like a dead chicken.

The blue-robed squad leader wasn't strangled to death. He assumed there were two other squads behind him who could come over at any time to continue the mission and kill all the Eastern monkeys in front of him. So he raised his wand with all his might. Although the strangulation prevented him from casting the Killing Curse, he still knew other silent spells that were enough to kill his opponents at close range.

Unfortunately, Bai Lin didn't give him a chance, because Bai Lin's left hand had already grabbed his right wrist, and the highly concentrated ice element instantly froze his wrist solid. With a gentle twist, it broke in two.

Zhang Xuanyi hadn't expected Bai Lin to be so ruthless. He had just seen the ogres appear and, in a moment of panic, unleashed his ultimate move, killing more than a dozen golden-haired devils. But that was a battle between two armies, where one cannot hold back. Bai Lin's move was clearly quite brutal. When he came to his senses and looked at the magic cannon position that was still hundreds of meters ahead, he was almost shocked.

My attention had been entirely focused on the blue-robed squad and the ogres, and although I'd caught a glimpse of Bai Lin teleporting directly into the enemy lines, I hadn't paid any attention to the battle there. Now, a quick glance around revealed no trace of the other two blue-robed wizard squads. Only dozens of corpses lay scattered across the wasteland, each with a large hole in their chest, glowing with purple flames and ice shards. Three new magic-powered cannons lay strewn haphazardly in the grass.

Zhang Xuanyi then realized that Bai Lin had almost killed two enemy squads, nearly thirty elite wizards, with just one move, and he did it all with a relaxed and carefree demeanor, as if he had done something extremely insignificant.

"We still need to leave one to go home and report back, right? Congratulations, you've managed to save your life..." Bai Lin grinned as he looked at his prey. He had already achieved his goal of establishing his authority. He knew very well that both the US Ministry of Magic and the Eastern High Council of Magic would use some monitoring methods to see the situation. Moreover, he wasn't a murderer. Executing this poor blond-haired devil now would be of no benefit. Letting him go would only demonstrate his power.

"Go back and tell your people that my name is Bai Lin. From today onwards, if any scum from the International Magic Inspection Department ever sets foot in the East again, I will kill them!" Bai Lin said viciously. Although his somewhat delicate appearance was not suitable for such threatening words, his meaning was clear. In addition, he also left out a sentence: with his current strength, making a trip to North America would not be difficult. If a magical war were to really break out, it would be best to do it on the territory of the enemy country.

He wasn't worried that the other party wouldn't understand his Chinese, since they would probably be wearing a translation device. With a flick of his hand, like a smoker casually tossing away a cigarette butt, he tossed the blue-robed squad leader, who had lost his hand, more than ten meters away.

The blue-robed squad leader was a ruthless man. He didn't bother to pick up his severed hand or utter any insults. Instead, he simply pulled out a lighter (a door key) from his pocket and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.