All things are three at Hogwarts

The mirror cloak on Death's body caused Allen huge trouble in the battle just now.

Like the spells that Allen cast just now, those huge monsters formed by lightning and fire shields that were powerful enough to be seen on the Great Wall far away from their location, in this powerful equipment made by the God of Death himself In fact, it looks like force in front of them.

During the battle, Zhejiang Cloak deflected all the curse energy. Except for the environmental changes caused by magic, such as high temperature, which caused some obstacles to the God of Death, basically it could not cause any damage to the opponent.

In order to hinder Allen himself from this, 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 certainly knew that the best option was to use spells that directly attack non-magic energy, such as using spells such as Vassivady and Ten Thousand Bullets to turn some of the stones he used to transform into metal. The cone flew out and hammered into the Death's cloak like nails.

Allen did rely on this physical form to cause a little damage to the opponent - but the non-magical method was too simple for wizards to defend. A current third- and fourth-year student at Hogwarts can cast The iron armor protection can be easily solved.

So Allen could only seize the opportunity to do this from time to time during the intervals between large amounts of magical energy attacks - but at this time, he found that holes were beginning to leave on the opponent's robe, which gave Allen some strength, and he raised his head and lips. Both sides of the horns were tilted upwards. Compared with pure useless work, as long as there is a change, it is a good sign, even if he only made the other party's clothes a little damaged.

"As a wizard, you can persist to this point in front of a true god, even if I challenge you as a wizard. Mr. Alan Harris, as a mortal, I am very impressed that you can do this to this extent. Surprised and admired... When I was alive, there was no doubt that even if I was proud to have invented the Horcrux and Basilisk you are using now, I had to admit that I couldn't beat you at that time..." Haierbo, the God of Death said hoarsely. His voice was smooth, and he said calmly as if stating the facts, "However, you and I both know that this is all in vain. You are just enduring these pains in vain. Your current condition has begun to get worse, and it will only get worse in the future." …The frequency of your deaths has become faster now, hasn’t it? If this continues, Mr. Harris, I can’t find another possible ending for you other than madness… But I still have to remind you…” His eyes even Showing some impatience, "I would like to remind you in a big way that you can 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 be effective at any time. I want to be better than To fight, you should be more confident in your intelligence in these matters..."

"As you said, the Horcrux invented by you is a great invention as a means of escaping death... Anyway, you can't let me really die now, Mr. Haierbo, I think I can still hold on for several years..." Allen leaned on Holding the staff and raising his head unwilling to be outdone, he said, "But I have to thank you for your generosity, but I am a little confused. Why do you, who said you didn't need faith in the past, care so much about the offerings of mortals now?"

"Your lady named Raven Paw, as her name means, is too greedy. She wants to skip some processes in one step." Death shook his head and said in disapproval, "And she is also too optimistic. This is not good for me. It's just a guess..." Haierbo's eyes seemed to be more sincere when he looked at Allen, "You don't have to be so eager to implement my request, maybe you won't even have to fight elegantly..."

Allen squinted his eyes to absorb the key points from the other party's vague words. The other party's cunning and previous contact made him not trust the words of Death, but he was still racking his brains to recall the knowledge about God. In addition to thinking about the meaning of Death, I am also thinking about how to lead a god outside.

"Mortal, do you think I don't know your little thoughts? You destroyed my duel field at the beginning of the battle...and then deliberately led me towards the living world during the battle..." Death God Haierbochao He frowned and raised his chin, which made his ram-like face look longer. "I know that getting here is actually the result of my cooperation... because I also placed the battlefield where the living people can Wherever I see it..." Death's expression seemed a little impatient with Allen's disobedience, "But at least it's time, Mr. Harris, your current state is not miserable enough, not enough... I have to wait until you don't fully fight back. When you have enough strength, bring our battlefield really close to the living people and let them see your powerlessness... This is a technique I learned from studying your habit of attacking the enemy." His yellow eyes stared at Allen, " So I’m sorry, Mr. Alan Harris, your choice makes me have to work harder to kill you more times in the next battle..."

"There's nothing dissatisfying to me if you're willing to get closer there. Anyway, as long as you get closer to the world of living people over there, it's better than not getting closer in the depths of the underworld." Allen shrugged, holding the staff. His hands tightened and he pointed at the other party's hem, "Your clothes are almost torn now..."

"That's right, you also reminded me that I have to put some pressure on you and the mortals who are 'protected' by Ravenclaw first... Since these mortals who have been fooled by you have pinned their hopes on you... "Helpo, the God of Death, paused mockingly, and made a virtual squeeze-explosion action with his right hand, "Then let them see Mr. Harris beaten so badly... The poor guys will definitely fight if their hopes are shattered. Ms. Winclaw has also lost confidence, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the God of Death appeared beside Allen, as if the previous distance did not exist and he was already here.

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

Allen, who often used spells to counterattack in the past, also tasted the feeling of being counterattacked today. His arm grasped by the life-absorbing hand of the God of Death began to tremble - but now the distance was too close for him to dare to use most spells to avoid accidental injury. As for the transformation technique, Vassivady was a little too late in time.

Because at this time, a ball of black-red energy had appeared in Haierbo's hand. Allen, who was already familiar with this kind of damage, tried to retreat in fear.

Staff!

The touch in his hand reminded Allen of his Arcanist's Staff. Although the Mordenkainen Disintegration Technique attached to it is almost impossible to destroy if the maker is a true god, there is still no problem in using it to attack directly. of.

With a muffled sound, the God of Death was hit on the head by Allen's staff, which made Haierbo's temple dent a little, but when he raised the staff, he wanted to use its power to use the transformation technique to create When there was more ammunition, the staff began to deform and wrapped around Allen's hand.

"Stop! Obey my orders!" Allen tried to use the command to regain control of the staff and make it stop transforming, but just like he often did to other wizards who whispered about his strength, the staff eventually began to transform. wrapped around his arm.

It was no longer a magical object with powerful magic, but turned into a giant snake with bright red feathers on its head. It was tightly wrapped around his arm, and its gleaming fangs sank into Allen's muscles. .

The god of death, whose dented head had bulged back, was trying to imitate Allen's own style to kill him.