The Necromancer of Hogwarts

When the bomb fell from the magic backpack, a blazing white light lit up in the Dreadfort. At this moment, it was like a sun-like fireball rising in the castle.

The Blood God Son's eyes showed horror. Hundreds of corpse dragons were flying in the sky in front of him, but the long and fierce dragon roars were completely inaudible at this time. The world became silent in the Blood God Son's senses. There was only this one in front of him. The white light that encompasses everything!

"This is?!"

In the blink of an eye, the explosive bomb exploded in the center of the corpse dragon, and the intense light and flame swallowed everything up.

Xiang Yu couldn't move in time. Although he was still some distance away from the center of the bomb, he was also included in the killing range of the bomb. The blazing flames accompanied by extreme radiation and shock waves instantly covered him.

Even though he had exhausted all his magic power to create overlapping bone shields that completely covered him, and created several clay stone demons to cover the bone shields with their bodies to enhance protection, the moment the bomb exploded, The unparalleled heat and impact hit the outer layer of protection and penetrated inward, causing Xiang Yu to suffer heavy injuries.

In just an instant, countless pores on Xiang Yu's body sprayed out blood mist, and the shock wave hit his body, causing severe bleeding.

puff!

Xiang Yu opened his mouth and spat out a stream of dirty blood, and he could see the fine fragments of internal organs. His eyes suddenly turned black, and the world in front of him turned into a dangerous black-red color.

Immediately afterwards, the moment the blood mist and dirty blood spurted out, it turned into red high-temperature steam under the high temperature, filling the defense line composed of bone shields and clay.

"Block it! Block it for me, block it for me!"

Xiang Yu roared in his heart. The dragon bone staff he held in his hand was like a red-hot iron. It had some resistance to flames and could help Xiang Yu bear part of the fire damage.

But the power of the explosive bomb was too strong. Even if the flame resistance of the dragon bone staff could allow Xiang Yu to easily resist the fire curse, it would not be able to deal with the high temperature of the explosive bomb at this time.

The skin and flesh on Xiang Yu's hand are almost integrated with the dragon bone staff. The dragon bone staff is trying its best to help Xiang Yu resist the fire damage. Its own materials are constantly melting and dripping into Xiang Yu's flesh and blood!

And this is just the beginning.

Although the high temperature caused by the bomb will gradually fade, how long can Xiang Yu sustain in this environment?

The outer layer of clay has been melted, and the heat is still flowing in, continuing to melt the clay.

The protection created by Xiang Yu could not last long. His health kept falling and he was already on the verge of death.

He even gave up on the undead terminator he carefully created, and only included himself, Torbjorn and two house elves in it.

At this time, Xiang Yu didn't even have the strength to speak, and his health bar slid downwards resolutely, almost reaching 0 points.

Tobjörn's wings hung down feebly, and he released the two house elves from his arms.

He had just used most of his power to protect the two house elves, and he was also severely wounded.

At this time, Tobjörn could no longer care about anything and roared at them: "Take us away quickly! Our lives are in your hands!"

After saying that, he couldn't waste even a blink of an eye and immediately pounced on Xiang Yu.

He opened a bottle of dragon blood, drank it for himself without blinking, and then bit Xiang Yu.

But this time, Tobjörn did not suck blood, but used himself as the medium to pour his life and magic power into Xiang Yu's body.

The power of dragon blood is too overbearing. If it is poured directly into Xiang Yu, it will only be the last straw that breaks Xiang Yu's mind.

As for whether he could transform such a large amount of dragon blood and pour vitality and magic power into Xiang Yu's body, Tobjörn himself didn't know.

You may not be able to survive if you do this, but if you don't do this, everyone will definitely die when Xiang Yu can't hold on.

Gudu, Gudu.

Tobjörn's already extremely pale face was as pale as paper, and even the muscles and wings on his body began to shrink, pouring vitality and magic power into Xiang Yu's body without reservation.

With Tobjörn's assistance, Xiang Yu's health, which almost dropped to 0, finally stopped falling at the last moment and began to rise slowly.

His magic power replenished at an extremely fast speed. Although the injury was still extremely serious, as long as he still had magic power, there was still hope.

Xiang Yu's hands were almost glued to the dragon bone staff, and most of the dragon bone staff melted and merged with the flesh and blood on Xiang Yu's hands, almost as if they grew from his body.

But Xiang Yu had no time to care about such an injury. He clasped his hands together, and the rapidly recovering magic power dissipated like running water again, turning into white bone shields and filling them outward.

His high-temperature-resistant bionic bones have been used up, and the heat-resistant bone shield he is making now is far inferior to what he made before.

How long can this last? Xiang Yu didn't know that he could only hold on until the moment he died. As long as he lived, there was still hope.

Torbjorn's condition is also deteriorating rapidly. The vampire blood in his body has been squeezed out to its maximum potential and transformed into dragon blood, which has caused deformed dragon scales to grow on his body. If this continues, he will most likely turn into a deformed dragon monster and die from a bloodline conflict.

But I can't care about it now. As long as I can survive now, I can only bear the consequences no matter how big they are.

Now within the protection, the two house elves were in the best condition.

Both Tobjörn and Xiang Yu understood that the house elf's disembodiment magic was their chance of survival.

Until they died, nothing could happen to the house elves, so the two of them used part of their power to protect the house elves, keeping the house elves basically in good condition.

"It's up to you! Take us out, ding-ding-ding-dang-dang!"

The two of them didn't speak, but the roar in their hearts seemed to reach the ears of the house elf.

From the moment they were closely protected, the two house elves' big eyes were filled with tears.

As house elves, it is normal for them to be beaten, scolded and abused by their masters. After all, they are completely dependent on their masters and can even be regarded as living personal belongings.

But in Xiang Yu's place, not only do they receive dozens of times better treatment than before, but they can also gain Xiang Yu's trust and cooperate with him in fighting.

Under the current situation, Xiang Yu would rather risk his own life than give priority to saving their lives and giving his hope to them.

Such trust...

"We will escape with the master!"

Disapparation cannot be used. The flames and high temperatures raging outside prevent them from escaping directly through Apparition.

"If we need to escape from this area, we need to move the heavy ball that is protecting us."

The ball made by Xiang Yu was composed of a bone shield and clay. This layer of protection not only protected them from turning into ashes when the bomb exploded, but now it also became an obstacle to their escape.

Dingding and Dangdang didn't know whether they had the strength to move this multi-ton ball, so they could only try their best to open a way out for Xiang Yu.

You can't waste any power, you have to directly touch the ball to cast the spell.

They clasped their hands together and pressed them on the surface of the ball.

In an instant, the scorching heat burned their skin and flesh to pieces, causing them to let out heart-wrenching screams.

But even so, they did not let go of their hands, but still pressed on tightly, condensing all their energy and magic power.

"Move! Move! Move!"

The power surged in, carrying the ball, causing it to shake slightly and slowly roll outward.

But not enough, not enough.

Too slow, too slow. Tobjörn couldn't bear it anymore. Xiang Yu only recovered to half of his health and started to fall again.

By the time the ball had moved far enough, Xiang Yu was probably already dead.

"Power! Power! We want power, give us more power!"

Dingding and Dangdang's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and their eyes and head felt like they were about to burst.

The ancient wizards used the enslavement magic in the house elves' bloodline to stop them, writing restrictions such as serving their masters and prohibiting the use of offensive magic into their instincts.

But now, they have to have power.

Without power, the master will die.

Click!

Under the strong mental stimulation, the world in front of them seemed to split open, and scenes of blood appeared in front of them.

That is a powerful magic that belongs to fairies. In those days, wizards borrowed a lot of fairy spells in the formation process of magic!

Just for a moment, the magic power in Dingding and Dangdang seemed to have escaped any restraint, roaring like a rushing river.

They spit out ancient fairy incantations at the same time, reciting a magic spell.

In ancient times, this charm of the leprechaun represented balance and had the power to move hills.

In modern times, this curse was translated into wizard's magic script and simplified into a common spell among wizards.

"Wingadim - Leviosa!"

boom!

Suddenly, the entire ball suddenly became light, and ejected into the distance like a cannonball, escaping from the remaining power of the bomb.

The blood river outside the Terror Fort was torn apart by the power of the bombs. This was enough, and I could use phantom to escape outside!

Dingding and Dangdang grabbed Xiangyu and Tobion and snapped their fingers.

There was an explosion, and Xiang Yu and the others apparated away from where they were!

In the Dreadfort, Count Dracula looked at the deep wounds on his hands with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"He actually broke through the blood river outside and escaped by apparating away?"

"Is that a Muggle creation just now? Is this power... a little boy or a fat man? No, they have to be launched using a flying prop called an airplane, and the power mentioned in the newspaper is much greater than this."

"Is it another new weapon created by Muggles?"

He was silent for a while, then smiled again, his eyes seemed to have spanned a long distance, staring into the distance.

"But it's not over yet."

"The Blood God Son was indeed on the verge of death in the explosion just now. But the blood-sucking i is the instinct of the Blood God Son to restore itself. Even if there is still a drop of blood, it can still revive, especially since there are many blood packets nearby. "

As soon as he finished speaking, in the ruins after the bomb explosion, a few drops of sticky blood squirmed and slowly rolled out.

Dracula didn't help it or stop it, he just continued speaking calmly.

"If they escape from the Romanian magic world, according to the agreement, Count Dracula has not fulfilled his promise to the hidden family. But Dracula has long been divided into thousands of blood god sons, and each blood god son is a German. Dracula can all take the oath as Dracula."

"But since you made the mistake, you will be the one who will be pushed out to bear the consequences of breaking the oath."

These drops of blood paused for a while, and then their rolling speed suddenly accelerated and they rolled out.

And its target is those elder vampires.

Dracula will no longer provide it with the power of the blood river to recover. It can only rely on itself for everything. Those who can quickly restore a certain amount of strength are these elder-level vampires with sufficient blood.

These drops of blood quietly attached themselves to the bodies of several elder vampires, seeping into their bodies from the pores on their bodies.

In a moment, the bodies of these elder vampires stiffened, turning into pools of blood, and then condensed into a dim blood shadow.

The Blood God Son looked into the distance with unwillingness, then turned and pounced on the other elder vampires to regain his strength.

"The pursuit is not over yet... I don't want to die, I, Dracula, don't want to die, I want to become the real Dracula!"