Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The strength of the Black Death is related to the original magic power of the creature, so the strength of each Black Death is different.To say that the dark dead men Maca is dealing with, the strongest is the big man who appeared at the beginning.

If Maca didn't guess wrong, this guy whose speed and power are far beyond the other black deathers should be the werewolf that Leni wants to "meet"-Fenrir Greyback.

As one of the magical creatures, the werewolves possessed completely different magic powers from wizards.But there is no doubt that they, like other magical creatures, contain a unique magical power in their bodies.

That is the source of their strength and the source of energy needed for transformation.

And Fenrir Greyback, as the most notorious werewolf today, his magic power is obviously far more than other companions.

But even so, when confronted with a wizard who mastered the power of rules like Maca, the lack of his power quickly became apparent.

"wipe out."

After an indifferent low roar, the other party exploded at an astonishing speed in an instant, and the black energy all over his body pulled out a long tail in the air and charged straight towards Maca's front.

Maca waved his magic wand, and the extremely cold air once again diffused.He himself stepped on the magic book and flashed to the side, passing the opponent's impact with extremely fast reaction power.

The next moment, blue light flashed on his wand again, and the beam of light spewed out and quickly swept toward the opponent's back.

Fenrir felt very keen, and this natural instinct for combat made him rise two feet suddenly, and dodge Maca's smooth counterattack dangerously and dangerously.

However, he did not completely avoid it.

The white frost spread on his calf, and the cooling effect continued to spread, and even the black air on his body seemed to fade a little.

But Fenrir seemed unaware. He relied on the flying ability of the Black Death to move at high speed to avoid the chase of the beam of light.

After a few seconds, the beam of light dissipated, and Fenrir retreated immediately.

The rest of the Black Deaths still attacked Maca as if they were desperate. Although their offense could be said to be unruly, their fearless madness made up for the shortcomings.

Fenrir obviously got an invisible cover.

He stayed in the air, his head hidden by the black air was slightly lowered, as if he was looking at the injury on his calf.

No, it's not just the calf anymore.

Those pale and pale frosts are constantly eroding and have spread to his thighs, and he is still climbing up.

"give up."

Fenrir pointed the knife together, and fell suddenly.

Under the unusually powerful force, a leg was cut off by him almost completely, but there was no blood oozing out of the wound, only the constant black energy entangled.

That leg fell from mid-air, and the part that had been swallowed by the white was hit by the fall, and it smashed into a ground of ice with a clatter.

Immediately afterwards, Fenrir, who seemed unconscious, suddenly raised his head and stared at the Maca ahead.

"wipe out."

Before he finished his words, he exploded at a speed that was a little faster than before, almost turning into a black straight line across the air.

"Well?"

Maca frowned slightly, and stepped aside again, drew a half circle of the wand in his hand accurately, and moved a few feet aside by his impact.

But at this moment, an inexplicable strength suddenly appeared from the side of Maca, who was originally an ordinary Black Death, and an astonishing wave of magic power broke out in an instant.

"Voldemort?"

This timing was indeed extremely accurate, and it was the moment when Maca took advantage of his strength to dodge.

However, he saw a group of black flames exploding very abruptly, turning into a group of black fireballs and hitting Maca's back with a mighty force, which contained extremely terrifying power.

Maca is in a state of "concentrating", but no matter how fast the reaction speed is, the body can't keep up.

He only had time to lift the wand behind him.

But under the impact of the violent black fireball, the shield cracked almost instantly, and then Maca was suddenly smashed to the ground under a huge impact.

"Voldemort doesn't even want face?"

Only such a thought flashed in his mind, the next moment, he was smashed into the stone steps on the ground without any fancy, arousing countless stone chips and dust.

"Hmm, hum ha ha ha... McLean!"

In mid-air, Voldemort, who was originally disguised as an ordinary black death, swept away the black energy from his body, revealing his original face.

"Taste the smell of death!"

He obviously didn't intend to let go of this opportunity to take advantage of the victory, and as soon as he spoke, he rushed towards the stone pit that Maca had smashed into, and a strong black flame ignited in his hand.

"boom!"

Voldemort's palm condensed the black flame, and he slapped it with a particularly violent posture in the mid-air near the stone pit. The black flame instantly turned into a flame meteor, and it suddenly landed in the center of the stone pit.

Then there was a violent explosion, with black flames spreading out around the stone pit.

The terrifying power of this blow caused the entire hall to vibrate slightly, and even the ceiling rustled and dropped a piece of dust.

"First, you, then Dumbledore... By the way, and Lockhart! When I solve you one by one, who else is my opponent in the British magical world?"

Although his words were arrogant, Voldemort's eyes were still looking at the dusty stone pit, and a cloud of black flames gathered in his palm again.

He couldn't be careful about the kid in front of him.

Quiet!Very quiet!As if Maca was really dead, there was no movement.

After a while, the smoke in the stone pit gradually settled, and Voldemort's expression suddenly stiffened.

In the deep pit covered with stone chips, there is not even a human figure!

"how is this possible?"

He squinted his eyes, his gaze patrolled in and out of the stone pit, scanning every inch of space in the hall back and forth, but he still found nothing.

"come out!"

Voldemort suddenly waved out the black flame in his hand, sweeping across the hall like a hurricane, and the sound of howling was endless.

But when those black flames rolled over the arch in the middle of the hall, they were immediately lost by more than half.

Voldemort looked at the seemingly unremarkable arch with a surprised look, and the black curtain still fluttered slightly, without any damage.

At this moment, an icy blue beam of light burst from behind Voldemort's right, and the cold air of Ling Ling formed a layer of snow-white frost on the place it passed.

Voldemort's complexion suddenly tightened, and a layer of black energy rose up all over his body, suddenly flying up.But before he could fly high, he was hit by the beam of light that lifted up.

The black energy around him immediately dissipated a lot, and the whole person was hit against the wall by the impact.

It was in this instant that the wall he hit suddenly turned into a giant hand, clutching Voldemort's body for a half circle, and then slammed him out toward the arch.

The giant hand that the black rock turned into was very powerful, and with just such a flick, Voldemort flew towards the black curtain on the arch at an extremely fast speed.

There are three feet...two feet...one foot...

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort almost touched the weird black curtain!

"Boom!"

Perhaps it was only a few inches away, and Voldemort, who had reacted in time, decisively turned into a black air, which dissipated when he was about to touch the forbidden thing.

At the other end of the hall, Maca crouched amidst the ruins of rocks and dust, holding the broken stone steps in one hand, and still holding the wand steadily in the other, without any tremor.

He shook his head slightly regretfully, and then the wand lighted up again, and the tip of the wand pointed to the last black death who was abandoned by Voldemort—Fenrir Greyback.

At the same time, Fenrir, who hadn't made any actions, turned his head slightly, and then, as if receiving some order, he jumped into a black flame and flew towards the entrance of the hall.

With a wave of Maca's hand, the ice blue beam of light burst out again, hitting him in the back before it rushed out of the hall.

This time the beam of light lasted particularly shortly. It almost flickered and then disappeared immediately.

After all, Maca's magic power is somewhat insufficient, and he is very close to the limit right now, and he needs to leave a bit of strength in case of accidents.

Although Fenrir tried to avoid him, he couldn't avoid it this time. The black energy on his body was immediately dissipated, and his whole person was frozen.

"Ahem..."

Maca coughed violently twice, and then took a deep breath to endure the discomfort.Then he took out a bottle of potion from his waist, pulled out the cork and poured it down.

After breathing a little, he glanced at the arch one last time, then walked slowly towards the hall door without saying a word.

...

"Ding Dong Ding Dong—"

In Black’s old house, as the doorbell jingled, Sirius’s mother screamed again.

"Who is ringing the doorbell again?" Sirius' anger was ignited again. "How many times have I told them? How many times!"

Sirius, who was finishing the report with Lupin in the reception room, suddenly stood up and walked angrily to the hall.

"Who is here again this time?" Ron curiously asked, "Aren't people coming at this point every day? Everyone has their own business..."

"We just need to be ourselves, don't worry about so much!" Hermione glared at Ron, "Hurry up and memorize the notes I lent you--if you want to improve, you can't be lazy!"

"Of course! Of course!" Ron nodded hurriedly, then lay down on the table and looked at a thick notebook.

"...McLean?" The annoyed voice of Sirius came faintly from the hall, "I haven't seen you ring the doorbell before. Did you find the difference?"