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"[The Shadowless Blade of God]"
"Professor Snape" opened and closed his lips slightly, and recited the spell quickly like a viper spitting out a letter, and the wand came from Sweeping out diagonally from the lower right to the upper left, three invisible blades burst out one after another, with a sharp but subtle buzz in the air. One shot straight towards Loren's chest, and the other two blocked his left and right retreats.
"The speed is too fast, and the Apparition may be forced to separate..."
Loren's pupils shrank slightly, crystal blue light quickly covered his eyes, and the wand in his hand reversed its direction. Pointing at himself, a touch of soft but swift magic instantly enveloped his whole body, and his whole body became light and airy. Without any movement of his legs, he flew up out of thin air like a ghost.
Three invisible blades fell on the floor of the abandoned classroom, creating three smooth cracks.
Just before he could stand firm in the air, two golden spells struck him, wiping his hair on both sides and flying past. Only then did he hear "Professor Snape" A mantra sounded like a mockery: "[Golden Bell Hanging Upside Down]"
Less than three minutes into the duel practice, cold sweat broke out on Loren's back, and he had no time to cast the familiar transformation spell and armor spell. If "Professor Snape" hadn't released the water for the purpose of practice, he might have been hung in mid-air.
I thought that Professor Snape had devoted himself to studying potions for many years, and his actual combat level was weaker than Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. Unexpectedly, powerful black magic combined with these trivial evil spells would be even more difficult to deal with.
"Professor Snape" kept on attacking. A series of locking tongue and throat sealing spells did not give him any chance to breathe. There was an extremely short gap between the spells, and the invisible blade was always ready. Just waiting for Loren to reveal his flaw.
The pores on Loren's body shrank slightly, and he was dealing with these disgusting little curses while analyzing the current situation.
This "Professor Snape" uses the spells he created with ease. The speed of casting and switching is even comparable to that of Professor Flitwick, and he also controls the rhythm of the duel very carefully...
Having to take the initiative, Loren secretly made up his mind not to compete with him on the connection and application of magic spells.
The magic wand was waved horizontally, and dense flames suddenly spurted out, suspended in mid-air and burning blazingly without the help of any firewood. A series of small evil curses were submerged into the flames, as if they were submerged into a bottomless abyss. Couldn't make any waves.
Even the follow-up Shen Feng Shadowless Curse only wiped out the sporadic flame waves, and the gaps that were opened were quickly refilled by the continuous flames.
"Li Huo? No, not Li Huo..."
"Professor Snape"'s face glowed with interest. He thought that Loren was going to drive out of his specialty Li Huo again, but Loren didn't expect Gave him a new surprise. Although the flames in front of him were equally powerful and could burn everything they touched, they did not have the greed of spreading wildly, and the core was more stable.
It's like...Dumbledore's fire shield.
"Professor Snape" narrowed his eyes slightly, guessing that he was inspired by the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort that night. While he was filled with admiration in his heart, there was no stagnation in his hand, and he cursed more frequently. It poured down and even picked up the gravel on the ground and threw it over.
The endlessly surging flames welcome all comers, whether they are black magic or small curses, they are all incinerated into nothingness, and the rubble is burned into ashes.
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
"..."
The offensive and defensive game lasted for nearly half an hour, and "Professor Snape" finally realized something was wrong. , withdrew the wand that was constantly releasing spells, and asked doubtfully: "Are you planning to keep using it like this?" Loren put away the flame and sighed, and smiled helplessly: "It's not that I plan to use it, but that I can't do it yet. Control this fire as you wish."
The stream of light flashed by, and Flamel, who returned to his original appearance, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Oh, you were able to control the fierce fire before, why is it more difficult to control the gentler flame after adjustment?"
"The previous fierce fire could expand quickly on its own. Everywhere covered by the fire domain had enough flames for me to use. Now it has been stripped away to limit the spread and expansion of the flames, so it is more laborious to control."
"So that's it..." Flamel nodded thoughtfully, "Nico has encountered similar problems before. Alchemy must carefully control the temperature when smelting metal. Maybe you can refer to it. Related research..."
"It turns out that...compared to directly controlling the flame, controlling the infused magic power can guide the flame better..."
...
In the morning, the sky is getting brighter.
The sunlight passed through the narrow gap in the curtains, casting a slender golden beam. As the sun rose, the beam moved little by little to Loren's cheeks. A dazzling discomfort penetrated the eyelids, and the long eyelashes began to Blinking slightly, it showed that the sleeping boy was gradually waking up.
Then, a short and thin figure came to the window and quietly closed the curtains.
"Wheat, Shining?" Loren has woken up, doubts flashing in his eyes that have not completely faded from sleep, "Why are you here?"
"I...she ...We..." Mai, who was wearing white short-sleeved overalls, pinched the curtain in his hand and felt a little guilty for disturbing Mr. Morgan's sleep.
Another house elf in a small skirt stared at Loren with two big eyes like tennis balls, looking at Loren in the dim light, a teardrop rolling down her pointed nose.
"Mr. Crouch has passed away, and Loren Morgan left school during the holidays." Twinkle whispered sadly, "But Twinkle has reached an agreement with Loren Morgan. As long as Twinkle fulfills the agreement as required, , Mr. Morgan promised to let me see Mr. Crouch again and help Twinkle return to the Crouch family. But now, everything is impossible..."
Loren sat up from the bed, his eyes wide. Blinking a few times, he sighed inwardly, forgetting that this happened... But he had no intention of letting Twinkle return to Crouch's house in the first place.
"Don't cry yet, Twinkle." Loren pinched his eyebrows tiredly, with a hint of probing, "Do you really want to go back to Crouch's house, or to the house of some other wizard? , Doing housework and serving them day and night without asking for anything in return?"
Shine's lips trembled, her eyes filled with tears again, and Loren's heart suddenly rose.
"Winky...Winky doesn't know." The house elf shook his body, and his ugly head kept swinging from side to side, so fast that Loren worried that the slender neck would break at any time, "Winky wants to stay in Hog Watts, but Winky misses Mr. Crouch and Master Barty, and Winky is worried about them..."
"Fortunately, it's not completely hopeless..." Loren exhaled and thought seriously. After a while, he said in a deep voice, "Since you miss them, then go back and have a look."
"Go back... and have a look?"
(End of this chapter)