Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Spell Shards (3/3)

You can now upgrade any one spell ability.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hoffa immediately used the upgrade ability on the illusion spell.

This is the only spell he can currently use.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the three groups of spell fragments emitting hazy light suddenly became clear, but before he could take a closer look, they merged into one, forming an extremely regular equilateral triangle!

The triangle burned blazingly, and burned out in an instant, merging into his own blood.

Upgrades accepted!

A boiling feeling flowed through the whole body, as if a shot of adrenaline had hit the heart heavily!

A bright silver star shines in the space of his consciousness.

Ding!

Disillusionment spell has been upgraded.

Current spell, [High-level Illusion Curse——Ghost Walk]

Ghost Walk - (When you enter the shadow state, your movement speed is greatly increased, and you can be immune to any damage for ten seconds.)

Hoffa jerked his head up, leaving him little time to think.

The scorching high temperature hit, he turned around, and saw the raging fire overwhelming the sky.

Before he had time to experience the process of spell upgrading, Hoffa directly activated the ability.

Ghost Walk!

At this moment, the magic flame of the black wizard fell on him.

But he was blurred for a moment, and disappeared into the air in an instant. He didn't even need to recite the spell, which was much faster than the Disillusionment spell.

Time seemed to slow down.

In the eyes of the black wizard, the boy in front of him just twisted for a moment before being engulfed in raging fire.

But in Hoffa's eyes, his world is all gray and white. Buildings, dark clouds, the moon, goblins and dark wizards have all turned into gray and white.

He heard the inexplicable wind whistling non-stop. He saw the world fluctuating in front of his eyes, producing water-like patterns.

Look at your body again!

He stood in the gray flame, his body rippled regularly, the flame had no temperature, no sound, as if it had nothing to do with the world he was in.

He actually left the material world.

There is a show!

Hoffa raised his head, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Hidden!

He moved his steps, and in an instant, he stepped more than three meters away, leaving the range of the raging fire. Light as a feather.

The two wizards thought that Hoffa was dead, so they turned and left.

As soon as they turned around, Hoffa left the stealth state and flew towards the kidnapped goblin.

One of the wizards saw Hoffa, his eyes widened. He had no idea how Hoffa survived the flames and was unharmed.

But this didn't prevent him from reacting, he raised his wand decisively!

A dangerous blue light came out, it was the Shattering Curse!

Hoffa didn't even think about it, and tapped his arm with his wand.

Ghost Walk!

He slipped into the shadows again and disappeared.

The dangerous shattering curse actually passed through his body directly, hitting the building behind him, blowing up large pieces of rubble.

He completely turned into a kind of ghost-like existence.

The gravel fell down, and the wizard who released the explosive spell was dumbfounded, only to see that the boy in front of him completely disappeared into the air. The spell that he had released actually fell into the empty space.

He suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Vorsicht, wo nicht stimmt.! (Be careful, something is wrong!")

Schmidt, who was holding the goblin's arm, suddenly turned his head, but he saw nothing.

In the mist, only his two companions were left.

Just as he was distracted, the goblin flicked his fingers.

Countless gravel flew from the ground and roared towards Schmidt.

Chance!

Hoffa moved.

He locked onto the black wizard who was holding the goblin, and ran away with a speed as fast as the wind.

Schmidt whistled calmly, and all the winged demons who were attacking the goblin's defensive spells changed directions and shot towards Hoffa.

In the gray and white world, those curled-winged monsters rushed straight through Hoffa's body without causing any damage.

The magic is passing fast.

Seeing Indra bound more and more tightly under the magic of the black wizard.

Hoffa was a little anxious. He hadn't learned any attacking spells yet, so he could only imitate the way in the novel. He waved his wand and said, "To pieces!"

The wand glowed a limp white light, powerless. Obviously the syntax is wrong!

Hoffa couldn't help cursing angrily.

"Depend on!"

He put away his wand, and while running wildly, he picked up a brick from the ground.

Schmidt, who was in a stalemate with Indo, only felt a gust of wind coming, and then suddenly a small figure appeared in front of him through the thick fog.

Hoffa didn't care about anything, he jumped high, his body drew an arc in the night sky, and then he smashed down with a brick!

"go to hell!"

boom!

The impact of speed is mixed with inertia.

The two-finger long brick shattered on the wizard's forehead.

His hood was turned up, revealing a mess of gray hair and a Germanic face.

It's just that this face is already bleeding ominously.

A tooth mixed with blood and saliva spewed out of his mouth. Without thinking about it, he rolled twice and hit the ground heavily.

The magic that bound Indor disappeared instantly after losing the control of its master.

Hoffa's wrist trembled, and his mouth was bleeding. He was not very old, and the reaction force of that blow just now made him feel uncomfortable.

But now he didn't care about it at all. Holding half of the broken brick, he took a few breaths, then he threw the brick away, flew forward, and snatched away the stunned wizard's wand. He dragged Indra and ran away.

It didn't take long for the tall man to faint, and soon, with the help of his companion who rushed over, he stumbled to his feet.

He held the blood on his forehead, and a rare shock appeared on his face that had always been calm.

"Folget ihm!" (chasing)

But his tone remained steady, without the slightest emotion or fluctuation.

One of them let go of his hand and strode towards Hoffa in pursuit. This time, as he ran, he raised his hand and threw his wand hard.

Hoffa looked sideways and was stunned. He had never seen a wizard throw his own wand.

What does this guy want?

However, he knew it in the next second, the thrown wand quickly transformed in the air, turning into a sharp cross sword, stabbing at Hoffa like lightning!

It turned out to be Transfiguration!

The feeling of danger made Hoffa's hairs swell when he was running wildly. He hugged the goblin horizontally, and nodded his arm again with his wand.

"Ghost Walk!"

A cloud of blood spattered out.

Indra and he both disappeared into thin air.

At the moment of disappearing.

Boom boom boom!

Three giant snakes descended from the sky in a row.

He opened his blood basin and bit down on the position where Hoffa was standing.

The gravel on the ground was bitten to pieces by three giant snakes. Then, the three giant snakes exploded.

The scene was chaotic, gravel and sawdust were flying everywhere, and the fire reflected the night sky red.

The impact of the explosion caused the black wizard's robe to fly wildly.

The chasing black wizard rushed to the position of the snake group, looked down, but still found nothing.

When he raised his hand to catch it, the sharp crossed sword turned back into a wand and fell into his hand, and he cursed angrily.

Ghost Walk consumes a lot of mana.

Ten seconds later, when Hoffa rushed out of the mist again, a trace of nosebleed slowly seeped from his nose and mouth. He completely overdrawn his magic power, and fell to the ground with a pale face.

Indo hugged Hoffa's arm quickly, and after dragging him up, he found that Hoffa's arm was covered with blood.

He was half a second late in entering the state of ghost walking, and a deep gash was left on his arm, bleeding profusely, and he was almost killed on the spot by the dangerous transformation spell.

Holding Hoffa's arm, Indo frantically took out several bottles of potion from his pocket, and was about to apply it on Hoffa.

But Hoffa stopped him.

"Wait a minute, not here." He said weakly but calmly.

Indra looked at Hoffa in bewilderment.

Hoffa pointed to the blood on the ground.

"Don't let the blood disappear at the door of Honeydukes, they will follow."

Indo immediately understood, and he quickly helped Hoffa to a witch's makeup shop opposite Honeydukes. On the stone steps, he opened a bottle of white medicine, probably white fresh, and applied the medicine on Hoffa's wound superior.

While painting, he muttered words in his mouth.

With a burst of itching and tingling, a puff of pungent white smoke rose, and the wound on Hoffa's arm quickly stopped the blood, and the scab healed. But the vitality that is missing from the body will not be able to make up for a while.

Watching Indor's potion heal the wound on his hand little by little, Hoffa has no other emotions in his heart, only calmness.

For the first time, he had a glimpse of the world's high-end combat power, which was far more powerful than the magic wands in novels and movies.

Fantastic creatures plus dark wizards.

This combination is really strong. If it weren't for the powerful ability of Ghost Walk, I would be a corpse now.

I am still too weak.

too young.

He needs to get stronger, needs more power, more time.

After treating the injury, Indo supported Hoffa and walked quickly to the Honeydukes store in front.

Back to Honeydukes, the door has been firmly locked.

Indra knocked on the lock, and the door slammed open.

After entering, he locked the store door behind him.

In the store, without exception, those shop assistants and bosses all fell to the ground in a disorderly manner, unconscious under the influence of the fog.

Indra: "How?"

Hoffa: "The basement."

The two walked through the cellar and came to the basement of Honeydukes.

Hoffa moves the trapdoor in the basement.

Indo didn't need to remind them, and the two went underground.

All fell silent.

Hoffa's magic power is almost exhausted at this moment, and his physical fitness has also declined severely.

Indo saw Hoffa's weakness, and he quickly put Hoffa on his body, and the two limped towards Hogwarts.

...

...

An hour later, there was a mess outside the Hogsmeade Witch Cosmetics Store. Several unconscious shop assistants were thrown to the ground in a mess.

The three black wizards gathered together, and two of them held up their wands, looking back and forth along the blood on the ground, occasionally smearing a little bit in their mouths, and then spitting it out.

And Schmidt sat on the stone steps, staring at a broken brick in front of him. It's as if you're not looking at an ordinary brick, but at a species you've never seen before.

Finally, a wizard who was examining blood straightened up.

"There is no way to track it, and neither can the Phantom Monkey. This is already within the radiation range of Hogwarts, and there are too many protective magics."

Schmidt sat on the steps, wiping the blood from his face, expressionless. After hearing his subordinate's words, he stood up and let out a faint oh.

Another wizard asked cautiously: "Major, shall we... go back?"

Schmidt raised his head and glanced at the other party coldly. A group of Winged Demons hissed and growled on him.

The wizard shut up immediately.

After wiping the blood off his face, Schmidt said coldly, "You will die if you go back, but you can live if you stay."

Thinking of the terrifying existence behind him, the wizard lowered his head, "Yes."

A square-faced wizard next to him said, "That kid is a bit weird. I cast four or five spells on him, but he didn't react at all..."

"There must be some valuable magic item on him, I'm afraid his identity will not be simple." Schmidt said word by word, "Once we catch him, we can naturally ask the secret."

"So what do we do now?" asked a wizard.

"Get my wand back first, the British Ministry of Magic must have sensed our invasion." Schmidt stood up and put on his hood. "That boy is a student of Hogwarts, let's find a way to enter Hogwarts first."

"How is it possible!" one of the subordinates said in amazement, "That school is surrounded by countless defensive magic, how could it be possible to infiltrate it."

"It doesn't matter," Schmidt said coldly, that school is not monolithic, Master Grindelwald left a seed in that school, and now, it is almost time to harvest. "