Hogwarts Ordnance Manual

Under Linton's wanton gaze, the girl suddenly quickly changed her wand to her left hand, and at the same time, shouted at Linton: "Expelliarmus!"

Red magical energy shot out from the girl's wand, but Linton was prepared. When the girl read out the first syllable, he also thrust the black wand forward.

"crucio!"

To say why black magic is powerful, the spells are much shorter. The green lightning emitted from Linton's wand met the girl's red energy in the air.

The two energies flowed onto the glacier like magma, and countless magic particles collided, shattered, offset, and merged, emitting brilliant sparks.

The muscles in the girl's delicate and delicate face were tense due to the severe pain in her right shoulder, and her silver teeth were almost bitten into pieces.

The huge mental pressure caused by the magic showdown pressed her head to the point of fainting. Her heavy heartbeat made her chest rise and fall, and her ears were filled with the sound of "thump, thump, thump".

Linton, however, looked fanatical, and his eyes were wide open in a rare way, as if a forbidden spell had been released, causing his brain to secrete dopamine crazily. From the tip of his nose to his toes, he felt indescribably numb and comfortable, and his heart seemed to be flying into the sky, floating in heaven. .

He seemed to have seen the girl's defeated appearance. The Cruciatus Curse made her roll on the floor in pain, without any ability to resist. After this burst of energy passed, if the girl was not dead, he would use the Imperius Curse to control her. Wouldn’t it be possible to just let yourself be at your own mercy?

The more he thought about Linton, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but let out a pleasant gasp from his throat.

Of course the girl knew the consequences if she failed and fell into the hands of such a scumbag, she might as well die, but she felt more and more that she was powerless.

Whether it was the strength of her magic power or her combat experience, she was far inferior to Linton, who had been doing evil for many years. The green lightning light became stronger and stronger, suppressing the girl inch by inch.

The energy of the counteracted disarming spell was being transmitted back to her hand through the wand, like a high-voltage current, gradually paralyzing her left hand.

Everyone could see that within ten seconds, the girl would be defeated and suffer the torture of the Cruciatus Curse. Linton even impatiently approached her step by step.

His mouth felt dry, and he even planned to store the girl's warm blood and taste it slowly after he was done. It must be ten thousand times more delicious than wild cat blood.

"Brutal collision!" A meat ball rushed towards Linton at an inappropriate time. It was Master Dudley with a ferocious face and a nosebleed. It seemed that he wanted to use his "weight advantage" to knock Linton down. , thereby reversing the showdown between him and the girl.

But just as he rushed to Linton's side, there was suddenly a glimmer of light around Linton, and the shape of a magic armor was looming.

Dudley felt as if he had hit a stone wall. Not only was the bone in his shoulder almost shattered, but his eyes were once again filled with stars.

This is where wizards are far stronger than ordinary people. Even if Dudley missed his shot just now, he still couldn't hurt Linton. Pistols, a kinetic weapon that relies on a little gunpowder to push a metal bullet, are useless in the face of defensive magic. Not to mention the advanced space barrier magic.

"Little beast!" Although he didn't touch Linton's clothes, Linton was furious because he interrupted his "wonderful train of thought."

Linton roared and grabbed Dudley with his left hand. Dudley felt that he lost control of his body and flew directly over. Linton grabbed his throat and lifted him up like a dead chicken.

Linton's hand was frighteningly strong. He activated his magic power again and shook the wand violently. The green light of the Cruciatus Curse was strong, and the girl's disarming curse was completely suppressed in an instant.

This is a little spell-casting technique. The party with the upper hand in a magic duel can use a "final kick" to release the subsequent magic power at once and end the duel early. Of course, after winning in this way, the magic power exerted on the opponent will be The spell's power will be greatly reduced.

The girl fell to the ground in a burst of dazzling magic sparks. Even the Cruciatus Curse with two folds made her feel extremely painful.

It was like there were countless sharp knives stirring back and forth in the organs and bones of her heart, joints, spine, countless saws filing back and forth on her limbs, and drill bits full of barbs drilling into her temples and eyeballs. Moving makes people miserable, but it won't cause them to pass out...

Many Aurors who were injured in the fight against dark wizards needed long-term treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic. Some were unable to recover for life, and some were mentally disturbed. Such injuries were not only torture to the body, but also to the spirit and soul. ruthless destruction.

Dudley almost suffocated when his throat was pinched. Fortunately, there was a thick layer of fat on his neck, which prevented Linton from twisting it off. He used the strength of sucking milk to extract word by word from his throat. Hold back a sentence:

"I... am... t... type... blood... can... treat... black... magic... sequelae..."

Monkey King, who knows if there is any special blood type that can cure the sequelae of black magic, but no black wizard wants to eliminate various diseases caused by the use of black magic, such as dry skin, muscle atrophy, mental illness, etc. Trance, hair loss, tooth loss and even sudden death.

And this Linton also has a hobby of sucking blood. Even if he gives it a try without any hope, he will not refuse to take a bite of himself.

Sure enough, Linton was startled for a moment, then became overjoyed. He was even happier than he had just knocked down the girl. The fat Muggle child in his hand was nothing more than an ant and a maggot to him. He could make anything happen with just a move of his fingers. He is beyond redemption.

So why worry? He looked at the fat kid's hand and saw that the pistol must have been lost just now. So what if he had it in his hand? Such a small Muggle weapon couldn't hurt him at all.

Linton loosened his grip on Dudley's throat. After all, if he squeezed it to death, the taste of the blood would change. It was like a mellow red wine that had gone bad due to improper maintenance. It was simply a blasphemy against the delicious taste.

He inserted his wand into the holster of his belt, grabbed Dudley's shoulders, and bit down on Dudley's shoulder and neck without saying a word.

Just as Linton's fangs touched the skin of Dudley's neck, Dudley moved.

"Go to hell!" Dudley roared, and the index finger of his right hand stabbed into Linton's cochlea.

Of course, Dudley's chubby little hands couldn't hurt anyone, but something strange happened. His wrist glowed with a faint light, and then the skin on the back of his hand seemed to come alive, and various small parts emerged from it like countless metal beetles. It gushed out from the skin, and then quickly re-coupled and assembled. In the blink of an eye, the chubby hand suddenly turned into a machine, and the index finger turned into a black barrel.

"Contract of the Gun—Thunderstorm Bullet!"

The fire light lit up in front of Dudley, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain looking east, at the end of the sea of ​​clouds, the first ray of sunlight from the rising sun, so bright and dazzling that he almost forgot about the roar of the explosion and the burst of air waves.

He fell weakly to the ground, his head and face covered with sticky things. He turned around and saw Tarif Linton's headless body falling backwards.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the registration task!"

"The remaining mission time is 2:41:11."

"Overall rating: a."

Dudley turned to look at the girl on the other side who was still struggling in pain, gritted his teeth, and got up with all his strength.

"Labour and management are heroes saving the beauty...well, that's right!"