Hogwarts Everything is Three

The mirrored cloak on the **** of death caused Alan a huge trouble in the battle just now.

Like the spells Alan cast just now, the huge monsters formed by lightning and fire shields that are powerful enough to be seen on the Great Wall far away from their location, in this powerful equipment made by the **** of death. In fact, they all seem to be using force in front of them.

In the battle, Zhejiang Cloak bounced off all the energy of these spells. Except for the environmental changes brought about by magic, such as high temperature, which caused some obstacles to death, basically the opponent could not cause any harm.

In order to hinder Alan himself, he needs to consume a lot of magic power, and at the same time he has to resist the attack of death.

Faced with this situation, Allen of course understands that the best option is to directly attack the spell with non-magical energy, such as using Wahiwadi and ten thousand bullets to cast this kind of spells, and turn some of the stones into metal that he used to transform the stone into metal. The cone ejected and flew out, and the nails were usually nailed to the cloak of death.

Allen did cause a little harm to the opponent through this physical form-but the non-magical method is too simple for a wizard to defend. It is something that Hogwarts third and fourth graders can now cast. Iron armor can be easily solved.

Therefore, Alan can only do this from time to time when he seizes the opportunity to attack with a large amount of magical energy-but at this time, he found that holes are beginning to be left in the pairing robe, which gave Alan some strength, and he raised his head and lips. The sides are upturned, compared to pure useless work, as long as there is a change, it is a good phenomenon, even if he just caused the other party's clothes to be damaged.

"As a wizard, I can hold on to the present level in front of a true god, even if I fight you as a wizard, Mr. Alan Harris, as a mortal, it is very much for me to be able to do so. Surprised and admired... When I was alive, there was no doubt that even though I was proud to invent the Horcrux and Basilisk you are using now, I have to admit that I couldn’t beat you at that time...” The **** of death Haierbo was hoarse. His voice was calm and he said calmly like stating the facts, "However, you and I both know that this is all in vain. You just endured these pains in vain. Your current state has begun to deteriorate, and it will only get worse in the future. …Now the frequency of your death has become faster, hasn’t it? This continues, Mr. Harris, apart from being crazy, I can’t find another possible ending for you...but I still have to remind you..." His eyes even Showed some impatience, "I strongly remind you that you will end this barbaric struggle between us at any time and turn it into a more civilized and elegant one... The proposal I just made will work anytime, I want to compare Starting the battle, you should have more confidence in your ingenuity in these matters..."

"As you said, the Horcrux that you invented is a great invention for escaping death...Anyway, you can't really kill me now, Mr. Helbo, I think I can hold on for several years..." Allen stunned Holding the staff, he raised his head unwillingly, "But I have to thank you for your generosity, but I am a little puzzled. Why do you, who said you don't need faith before, care about mortal worship so much now?"

"Your lady named Raven's Foot Claw is too greedy as her name means. She wants to go over some processes in one step." Reaper shook his head and said disapprovingly, "And too optimistic, this is coming to me. It's just a speculation..." Haierbo looked at Alan's eyes and seemed to be a little more sincere, "You don't have to be so eager to implement my request, maybe you don't even have to fight elegantly..."

Alan squinted his eyes to draw the main points from the other party's vague words. The other party's cunning and previous contact made him distrust the words of the **** of death, but he was still racking his brains to recall knowledge about gods, in addition to thinking about the meaning of **** of death, I am also thinking about how to lead a **** to the outside.

"Mortal, do you think I don't know your careful thoughts? You destroyed my duel field at the beginning of the battle... and then deliberately led me to the direction of the living world during the battle..." Helbo, the **** of death He raised his brow and lower jaw, which made his ram-like face look longer. "I know that being able to walk here is actually the result of my cooperation...because I also put the battlefield on those living people. Where I see..." Death's expression seemed to be a little impatient with Alan's disobedience, "But at least it's still time, Mr. Harris, your current state is not bad enough, not enough... I have to wait for you to fight back completely. At the time of the power, let our battlefield really get closer to the living people, let them see your weakness... This is the technique I learned from studying your habit of attacking the enemy." His yellow eyes stared at Alan." So I’m sorry, Mr. Alan Harris, your choice made me work harder to kill you more times in the next battle..."

"It doesn't matter to me that you are willing to be close. Anyway, as long as it is closer to the living world over there, it is better than not being close in the depths of the underworld." Allen shrugged and held the staff. His hands tightened, and his fingers pointed at each other's hem, "Now your clothes are almost torn out..."

"Yes, you also reminded me that I have to put some pressure on you and Ravenclaw on the side of the mortals who are'guarded'... Since these mortals who have been fooled by you are pinning their hopes on you... "The **** of death Helbo paused mockingly, his right hand squeezed something virtual," and then let them see Mr. Harris being beaten so badly... The poor guys are shattered, and they will surely pull back. Ms. Wenclaw also lost her confidence, right?"

As soon as the voice fell, the **** of death appeared beside Alan, as if he was here since the previous distance didn't exist.

Then, Allen was swept by a burst of pain, and the spell jumped into his mind, but before he had time to capture these spellcasting processes that he was so familiar with in the past, the energy was all dissipated.

Alan, who used to use spells to counteract in the past, also tasted the taste of being countered today. The arm grasped by the hand of death that can absorb life force began to tremble—but now that the distance is too close, he dare not use most of the spells to avoid accidental injury, and Transfiguration is too late for Vahiwadi.

Because at this time, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, a group of black and red energy has appeared in Haierbo's hands, and Alan, who is already familiar with this kind of damage, tried to retreat with some fear.

Staff!

The touch in his hand reminds Alan of his arcanist’s staff. Although the Mordenkain’s Destruction technique attached to it is almost impossible to destroy for the item whose creator is a true god, it’s okay to use it directly to attack. of.

With a muffled sound, the **** of death was hit by Alan’s wand head on his head, which made Helbo’s temple a little sunken, but when he raised the wand, he wanted to use its power to cast a transformation technique to get it out. As more ammunition came, the staff began to deform and wrapped around Allen's hand.

"Stop! Obey my orders!" Allen tried to use the law to regain control of the staff to stop it from deforming, but as he often did to other wizards who whispered his strength, the staff finally started. Wrapped around his arm.

It is no longer a magical item with powerful magical powers. Instead, it becomes a giant snake with bright red feathers. It is tightly wrapped around his arm, and its gleaming fangs are trapped in Alan’s muscles. .

The Reaper, whose sunken head has been protruding back, is trying to imitate Alan's own style to kill him.