Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 358 [Emperor]

"The Fiery Curse?!"

Outside the field, many professors showed deep disgust in their eyes. The danger and uncontrollability of this spell made everyone hate it.

In history, there are many huge disasters caused by this spell.

"Should we stop the game?" Flitwick held the wand in his hand, doubtful.

He cared more about the safety of the children than the so-called game.

Professor McGonagall obviously had the same idea, and turned her eyes to Dumbledore, but saw that Dumbledore had a calm face and was not panicked at all.

"Flame is a violent friend, Minerva." Dumbledore noticed Professor McGonagall's concerns, turned his head and whispered.

Professor McGonagall could only take a deep breath and suppress her worries.

Snape glanced at Karkaroff from the corner of his eye. In his memory, this guy did not have such a high level of teaching, let alone he knew what kind of fool Marcus was.

Unless Marcus really has a strong talent in the dark arts.

In fact, all of Marcus' performances after returning to Hogwarts have amazed Snape, the former dean of the other party.

It's like a different person.

In the surrounding stands, a group of young wizards couldn't help but feel a little scared.

"What kind of magic is that?"

"The Fiery Curse, also known as the fire from hell." A senior explained in a low voice.

"The fire from hell?" Dennis Creevey, Clyne's younger brother, made a sharp sound, opened his mouth wide, and looked at his brother: "Isn't he afraid of being caught in that prison?"

"No, stop arguing." The Slytherin senior who just answered the question next to him rubbed his ears unhappily.

"Only the three unforgivable curses are expressly prohibited. Otherwise, why do you think there are schools in this world that teach students black magic?

Apart from the three unforgivable curses, you can only be imprisoned because of the bad things you did, not because you cast some damn black magic.

Magic is magic, and it is people who kill people!"

In the players' lounge, the two Durmstrang students came to Neville's side.

They noticed Neville's somewhat panicked look and looked puzzled.

"Why do you have such an expression? Don't you know Fiendfyre yourself?"

Neville looked at the two of them, not looking happy at all.

"Do I know Fiendfyre?" He said, "I only know the blue fiery flame, which is not the Fiendfyre."

"Not the Fiendfyre?" The two Durmstrang students looked at each other.

The most obvious memory point of the gentleman they had was the blue Fiendfyre.

After a long time, this guy only had a blue flame.

After that, Neville spoke again lightly.

"The teacher didn't let me learn black magic, so he only taught me half of it."

At the same time, in the arena.

Draco stared at the figure in front of him and felt great pressure.

Compared to those Death Eaters who only waved their wands and thought they were above ordinary people with a sentence of Avada, the guy in front of him felt that he was many times more dangerous.

The next moment, a lightning bolt struck down from the sky!

Boom——

Dust rose up, and in the explosion, Draco seemed to hear a covered air explosion.

"Apparition!" Draco exclaimed, but it was too late. Behind him, there was an incomparable burning heat.

"Shadow of Fear——"

Draco turned his head sharply, but saw his father standing behind him, his lips moving slightly.

"You betrayer——"

"Get out!" His eyes were bloodshot, and he immediately swung his wand behind him. The tip of the wand was sharp and flashing with cold light. It was the light of the cutting spell.

However, with the stirring of the air, Draco's wand swung in the air.

Turning his head again, he saw Flint appear behind Ron.

"All petrified--"

In another blink, Ron's body became stiff and fell heavily to the ground.

"This is the last chance." Flint stood in place, his hand slightly raised, and the Fiendfyre appeared in his hand again.

"Want it?" Draco grinned: "Unless, kill me!"

Flint sighed helplessly, then nodded.

"Okay."

He turned his head to look at the other students of Durmstrang, and said: "You go and catch the hidden guy."

As he said that, he disappeared again.

'Behind! '

Draco directly turned his robe into sharp thorns and stabbed behind him.

However, the sound of wind came from above.

Flint gently threw down the fireball and then disappeared again.

Draco quickly dodged, but his robe was still stained with flames.

But in the blink of an eye, the flames ignited his clothes and climbed towards his skin.

He quickly took off his robe, and Marcus's Weapon Expelliarmus Charm immediately attacked him.

He twisted his knuckles, trying to hold on to his wand tightly, but heard a click, and his fingers were broken directly, and the wand flew out.

At the same time, the robe on the ground quickly burned to ashes, and even began to burn on the stones and grass stems.

The Fiery Curse cannot be extinguished.

He remembered the introduction to this spell he saw in the library at home.

"Draco!" Mike suddenly appeared and cast a spell at Flint. Taking this opportunity, Draco quickly ran to the place where his wand fell and picked up the spell again.

After picking up the wand again, Draco had time to look at the person who came.

"It's you."

Even at this time, he couldn't believe that Mike helped him.

"Drmstrang, took my [Star]." Mike curled his lips.

Behind Mike were three seniors from Hogwarts.

"Stop the curse!" The senior from Gryffindor aimed the pufferfish at Ron and released the spell.

Flint stood high in the air, looking at the four newcomers, as well as Draco and Ron.

"Six people?" He curled his lips and looked at the seventh-year head of Slytherin: "Gard, you are still as annoying as before."

The two were teammates on the Quidditch team, but everything changed after Harry arrived.

"You too." Garde smiled: "I thought you had changed, but you are still the same as before."

"Hehe." Flint smiled: "Then, let's kill you first."

"It's elimination." The senior Ravenclaw pushed his glasses helplessly: "Do you think you will be powerful if you just keep killing people? No."

On the other side, the students of Durmstrang began to bombard the surrounding area with spells, trying to find Hermione.

Boom--

Lightning fell on a German Shepherd Strong, and it was directly struck half to death.

"Elski was attacked, and it must be around him!" Another person reacted quickly and released flames in that direction.

Soon, accompanied by the unprovoked burning of the Fiery Curse, a raging fire burned on the entire mountain.

The students of Beauxbatons were also separated below. Looking at the roaring fire beasts on the hillsides, they were inevitably a little panicked.

They had never seen such a magical scene before.

Thick smoke was everywhere, and the students of Durmstrang gathered outside the exhibition hall. Now the only place where people could hide was on the top of the mountain.

Although Hermione hadn't caught him yet, she couldn't run away.

Three seniors had been eliminated. Ron was hit on a stone, and blood kept flowing from his forehead. He was unconscious. He only needed to let time pass for a while, and he would naturally leave the competition.

The thunderclouds in the sky were sparse, and Hermione's magic power gradually reached the bottom. She also learned the Koch Snowflake Magic Array with Harry, but only repeated it three times. From the mathematical calculation, it didn't even reach twice her own magic power.

Draco's fingers were twisted, his body was covered with burns, and his face was twitching.

The top of the mountain was full of thick smoke, and every breath he took was an extremely torturous thing.

"Damn you are a beast," Draco cursed secretly, and ran towards Ron in a dog-crawling manner to treat the wound on his forehead.

It was barely considered to be maintained from being eliminated.

"Do you want to have another argument?" Flint walked towards Draco with a calm face.

It seemed that it took no effort to beat them.

"I didn't scold you." Draco gritted his teeth and said, "I scolded the guy who didn't come out."

Flint realized something, looked at the dragon, and then looked at himself.

"I really underestimated him." Flint said, "I didn't expect him to defeat the dragon."

"He's hiding." Draco chuckled.

"Me too." Flint replied slowly.

In the exhibition hall.

Harry slowly stood up and looked at the heart above with a horrified look.

The essence of this world is [copy].

A certain day in July was intercepted and then transformed.

It also involves the [spiritual world], that is, the concept of the 'other world'.

And the concept of [self-consistent spells] in this world.

That is, different spell combinations will naturally combine together, just like releasing a bunch of protective spells, and there will be no conflict.

Finally, everything is integrated into this heart, and this is the hub to maintain the reasonable operation of this incomplete world.

In other words, this is not an illusion.

It is a real world.

It is a small parallel world overlapping with the big world.

In the magic array, Harry also saw a name.

It is called Miss Peregrine.

Uncle Muen, the producer here, attributed this achievement to "Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children" and signed it.

"It is in line with Uncle Muen's habit of naming others." Harry sighed, although he didn't know who Miss Peregrine was.

"Okay, it's time to go out." He stood up and stretched his muscles.

At the same time, in the heart above, a stream of light appeared and slowly condensed into a card.

[World]: Create a small world that lasts for five minutes, and a unit can be pulled into it. In this world, the card holder will gain a certain duel advantage.

"Single Arena?" Harry scratched his head and then put the card away.

He was getting more and more curious about the next project, but forget it, he decided not to think about it.

Thinking too much made my head hurt.

He had just used up too much brain power.

As he thought about it, a massage technique he had seen appeared in his mind.

That was in Uncle Moon's book "Innsmouth Customs and Humanities". After a day of hard work, the people living there would pour seawater from their ears into their brains, and then dive into the water to let the water in the brain combine with the ocean current to massage and relax the cerebral cortex.

"Strange things" Harry couldn't help muttering.

Walking through the corridor, it is reasonable to see the bright sky outside.

But at this moment, there was only a thick smoke outside, dust filled the sky, and dots of burning embers floated in front of his eyes.

"What's going on? Did they fight in the woods again?" Harry wondered and took a step.

In an instant, noisy sounds drilled into his ears.

"Found her!!" A roar appeared.

"There is smoke everywhere, let's see how you hide!"

As he said, a spell flashed in the thick smoke, followed by a series of spells of various colors.

The next moment, a figure flew backwards towards Harry.

He quickly raised his hand to hold it across the bar.

Then, he saw the face clearly.

It was Hermione.

At this moment, Hermione's body was covered with scars. Because of the high temperature around her, her face was red and her lips were as white as snow.

"Harry." Hermione opened her mouth: "It seems that we should have left Hagrid's hut earlier."

"Maybe you are right." Harry nodded and gently put Hermione down behind him.

Then, he raised his wand and cast a healing spell for Hermione.

Then, a hurricane appeared.

It swept away the smoke.

Looking up, there were blazing fire beasts around, and the flames had begun to spread towards the castle. On the entire mountain, only the exhibition hall survived.

And in the near distance, Draco's clothes swelled up and formed a big iron ball, half-wrapping himself up. Behind him, there were two figures who were no longer able to fight.

At the same time, Flint also saw him.

"Harry Potter." He spoke softly, and raised his hand naturally: "Just right, you are out too."

"Please give me all your major arcana, including the [World] I just got."

Harry shook his head, his face calm.

He has never thought about snatching other people's cards.

Just like the [Hermit] he met in the castle.

Never thought about actively eliminating other players.

But now it seems that

I still think too much.

"Don't want to?" Flint put his hand down: "Then, come and stop me!"

Harry raised his hand, pointed his wand at Draco and his men, and put them all behind him with the Spell.

"You finally came out." Draco said weakly.