Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 617 Fierce Battle
"If I were still in the painting, maybe I would be afraid of your flame, but I am no longer in the painting. If you only have this method, it is not enough to deal with me."

This is the power of Payngade's painting magic. He can confuse reality with paintings. In the first grade, Maureen pushed Payngade to retreat in the painting because Molin's flame can burn everything in the painting. Things, including Payngade in the painting.

Now that Payngade has left the painting, he is reborn in a strange way. When the flames of Morin sweep over, Payingade will directly lead these flames into his painting, and let the flames rage in the painting, but there is no Law poses a threat to Payngade!

Morin stared closely at Payngade, and he shot a bolt of lightning at Payngade again, but the lightning was still absorbed by Payngade's painting.

And the spells of Francis, Magatha, and Lily also surrounded Molin from below, and Molin waved a flame to eliminate the spells of Magatha and Lily, but facing Francie Si's spell, he still chooses to dodge.

"It's a pity that you didn't bring anyone here tonight." Payngade sneered, "I'll give you a chance to see if you can knock down Francis. Let me tell you, Francis is a tough guy. When he was subdued But it took a lot of effort!"

Moira has a very weird mirror magic, even the experienced Professor Francis is not immune, if Mo Lin brings other people, I am afraid the end will not be much better.

Professor Francis' spells were very fast. His body was originally controlled by Payngade, but now he is dominated by himself in the mirror. As a once outstanding Auror, his magic is no joke.

Mo Lin couldn't stop backing away. He had already retreated from the influence of the confinement spell around the stone arch. The stun spell was transferred behind Magatha, and he directly subdued Magatha and Lily with just a face-to-face meeting.

At this time, Francis' Gale Curse swept across, with a burst of sharp screams, swirling in the air, and surrounded Mo Lin.

Mo Lin turned around and disappeared into the air. When he reappeared, he had already stepped on the stone behind Francis. A wrist-thick thunderbolt galloped down the air, attacking Francis' back. go.

But Francis also disappeared in place. When he turned his wand, countless ropes appeared in the black sky, like flexible snakes, twisting and tying to Molin from all directions.

"The flames are raging!"

Morin's body was suddenly covered with tyrannical flames, which ignited instantly, and the flames were like fire snakes, rolling towards Francis in turn.

Ice walls appeared in front of Francis, trying to block Molin's flames, but Molin's flames couldn't resist them at all, and those ice walls were instantly eroded by the flames.

He backed away again with a gloomy expression, and drew a circle with the wand in his hand. The space in front seemed to be folded, and the flames couldn't get close to him all at once.

But a strong flame erupted from Mo Lin's body again, and all the flames swept over, covering the sky like a huge curtain, instantly wrapping around Francis.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

Morin shouted, those enveloping flames sealed all the space around Francis, making it impossible for Francis to apparate out of that range.

Francis yelled angrily and wanted to break through the encirclement, but the flames cast by Maureen, who used his internal strength, were too powerful, and Francis couldn't break free from the spell for a while.

Morin turned his attention to Payngade again.

"This power was once what I dreamed of." Payingade looked at the flames burning in the air in admiration, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

"Why don't you try to get me out of the Mirror of Erised?" Molin asked indifferently.

What's up with Moira taking Agrippa in the mirror on Anok, but Maureen in the mirror on him?

If Moira and Agrippa had an agreement, they should also have thought about finding Walker in the mirror to deal with Molin. This is the simplest thing.

Although it is not difficult for Maureen to fight another self, after all, he often singled out Walker in "Across Arcane Time and Space", and he is very clear about his weaknesses and strengths.But if there was a Payngade intervening next to him, the result would be different.

Paying Gade sneered when he heard Moli's words: "The person in the mirror also has his own thoughts. It is an independent world, just like a painting. We will only let people who are beneficial to us come out, and we will not randomly find people who will affect us." The people we planned."

After a pause, Payngade suddenly showed a very playful smile: "Also, what do you think of yourself in the mirror?"

"What do you mean?"

"Then let me put it another way, what kind of person do you think you are? Good or evil?" Payingade sneered.

Mo Lin frowned slightly, and responded lightly: "Bewitching is useless to me. No matter what kind of person I am, it will definitely not make you feel better!"

"This power is not a good thing for you, Walker, in the future you will understand-oh, you have no future, as soon as midnight is past, the people in the mirror who are willing to cooperate with us will start to subvert reality, you stop Can't live."

With a wave of Payngade's magic wand, more than a dozen huge stones rolled out of the cliff. These stones rolled to form a pair of giant hands more than ten meters high. Lin grabbed it.

The flames around Mo Lin also formed an extremely tyrannical giant hand. The bursting heat wave distorted the air, and the giant flame hand blasted towards the giant stone hand without fear!
boom!
The berserk breath exploded again, and the two giant hands interlaced in the air, and there was a terrifying sound. The sound waves in the air spread hundreds of meters away. The forest under the mountain was noisy, and countless animals Flying around in terror.

Molin's flames eroded the stone crazily, trying to ignite the giant stone hand, but there were all kinds of weird ink flowing on the giant hand. These inks seemed to be painting at any time, sucking all the invading flames into it. In the painting on the stone.

"I said it all, your flames are of no use to me!"

Payngade laughed triumphantly, his drawing magic had reached a state of perfection.In Payngade's hands, the so-called painting is not only on paper, but also on stone, in the air, and in any tangible and intangible place.

For him, he can paint anywhere!

As long as it is a painting, he can absorb all of Molin's unstoppable flames and completely restrain Molin's magic!

(End of this chapter)