The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

After Leon finished speaking, he pointed his wand at a vampire.

Excitement flashed in his eyes, "Avada Kedavra!"

A blinding green light cuts through the crowd and hits a vampire.

The vampire died silently, and his body fell down with a "plop", breaking the peace of the battlefield.

In the next instant, more than thirty vampires jumped into the air, and their pitch-black cloaks fluttered in the wind, covering the starlight.

The purebloods woke up from Moriarty's gorgeous magic, and drew out their wands one after another.

"Cruciate!"

"Torn apart!"

"Blazing flames!"

"Bones to pieces!"

"There are many obstacles!"

"Call God to protect you!"

All kinds of spells were used by the pure bloods, dozens of magic lights flashed across, and the vampires made various countermeasures. The battlefield suddenly became chaotic, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

After Leon finished using the Killing Curse, he was exhausted and staggered back behind the crowd. Tonks summoned her patron saint Michelle.

The white rabbit jumped up and down, bringing up large patches of bright light and the pure breath dispelled the blood and darkness brought by the vampire, but soon it was entangled by a vampire.

Charlie raised his wand above his head, controlled the flames, and turned into fire dragons, which rushed towards the vampire in the air with their teeth and claws open.

The vampires laughed mockingly, and they began to transform.

Some conjured up the arms of werewolves, smiled disdainfully, and scattered Charlie's transfiguration.

Some conjured up the bloody wings of bats, chasing fire dragons in the air.

Two old-looking vampires chanted a mysterious spell, and a large mass of black mucus was formed with their hands. After several changes in the air, they formed a blood net, overwhelming the pure bloods.

Jericho took his wand and yelled, "Fragmented! Fell apart! Fell apart!"

But the blood net didn't move at all, and continued to press over with a stench.

"The Splitting Curse doesn't work," Leon hoarsely said, "Let me do it!"

Enduring the discomfort, he squinted his eyes and raised his wand, "Try this, Shenfeng Wuying!"

"Stab - sting!"

The blood net was split into several pieces like a piece of cloth being torn apart, and Jericho hurriedly added a few splitting spells to completely smash it into pieces.

"If you remember correctly, that spell should be Professor Snape's unique technique, right?"

Tonks glanced at Leon, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Let me show you the spell taught to me by Professor Pomona Sprout—the spell invented by Hufflepuff, one of the Big Four!

"Michelle is back!" Tonks called to her Patronus, and the White Rabbit abandoned its rival and ran back to its master.

Its opponent, the vampire, turned its target on Tonks.

Tonks smiled coldly, turning her hair brown like the color of the earth, and waving her wand, she shouted sharply: "The mud is imprisoned!"

A swamp suddenly appeared under the vampire's feet, the ground became soft, unable to maintain a standing posture, slipped into the swamp, and struggled in panic.

At the same time, lumps of mud fell from the sky above his head, covering his head and face.

The vampire was submerged in the mud, his limbs struggled limply, and was soon swallowed up by the swamp.

"Remember, Hufflepuff comes from the swamp!" Tonks gave the swamp an elegant blessing.

That made the purebloods suddenly remember that Tonks is also a woman of the Black family!

"Good job," Charlie grinned. "Now it's my turn. We are the Hogwarts Purebloods. The Slytherins and Hufflepuffs can't get all the limelight."

"Blazing flames!"

Charlie used the Fire Charm again, and he released five large fireballs, lighting up the sky and igniting the blood in the hearts of the pure bloods.

"How hot is the flame?" Tonks noticed that Moriarty's rain and snow, as well as the cold wind, had evaporated.

Five large fireballs began to glow like the sun, and the surging temperature distorted the air, causing the vampires to run away screaming.

"Sun of Gryffindor!"

Charlie held up his wand, his forehead was full of sweat, and his eyes were full of excitement: "Thanks to Mr. Moriarty, the three-state change he proposed inspired Professor McGonagall, and Professor McGonagall made improvements on the basis of Transfiguration. , vampires, you have no escape!"

Not all vampires are Grand Duke Quinlan, they become weak, irritable, thirsty when exposed to sunlight...

The scorching sun will burn their skin, and their fear of the sun is engraved in their bones like a mouse seeing a cat.

They quickly wrapped their bodies in black cloaks and fled in a hurry.

"Don't panic, it's just a few students at school!"

One of the elderly vampires yelled.

The old Jew who ran back to the castle to watch the battle heard this and took a sip.

"You're blind, you can't see how the Killing Curse is used, are you still a student? Is Hogwarts a British training base for dark wizards? Is Dumbledore the biggest Dark Lord? Where did a group of monsters come from? !"

After finishing speaking, the old Jew passed on his experience to his grandson Isaac: "Although our Jewish family is not a local vampire in France, we can thrive in France. All forces have given face to your grandfather and me. What do you rely on, your grandfather?"

"Is it...the age?" Isaac said absently while hugging the girl.

The old Jew patted Isaac on the head, and said earnestly: "The key is to observe the situation and never provoke the existence that cannot be provoked!

Did you see, age is nothing, the devil Kunlan has lived for thousands of years, and he was planted in the hands of a student? Take a good look. "

Isaac glanced at the battlefield, and felt that the love in his arms was more fragrant.

The old Jew sighed and continued to watch.

I saw that old vampire and the same old vampire beside him looked at each other, and the two of them had been floating in the air since the beginning of the battle.

"Blood Curse, use me to donate blood to awaken the devil!"

The two vampires bit their fingertips, and a little blood floated in the air, and a powerful, evil aura came out of nowhere, which made people panic.

Can't let them summon successfully!

A thought flashed in the hearts of the pure bloods, but the vampires also knew how to protect them. They rushed towards the pure bloods like crazy, and their target was Charlie!

"Red-haired boy, your magic can't last long, you're finished!"

The vampires hissed and flew through the low sky fearlessly, and some of them turned their legs into wolf legs and ran over.

"There are many obstacles!"

"There are many obstacles!"

Leon led a group of pure-bloods to cast spells to resist, but the werewolf's magic resistance was too strong, and the spell was thrown away immediately when it hit the body.

"It's too late," Leon waved his fist unwillingly, "Organize the defense and use the Iron Armor Curse!"

"Super armor body protection!"

"Armor Protection"

Tonks let the Patronus out again.

"Marcus, what are you doing?" Suddenly, Jericho saw Marcus running towards a werewolf rushing forward!

"I don't have much talent for magic. I have too many shortcomings. Perhaps the only advantage is my great strength!" Marcus roared, "With me in front, they will never rush over!"

The tall and burly Marcus ran like a fast-moving car, with the whistling sound of the wind, crashing into the vampire with werewolf arms and legs.

The vampire showed a ferocious smile, and waved its wolf claws at Marcus' head!

Jericho was frightened and hurriedly cast a spell: "Prison Duankong!"

His wand aimed at the left side of the vampire, and a powerful surge of magic rushed over, trapping the air on the left side.

Without the support of the air on the left, the air on the right is like a pusher, pushing the vampire hard to the left!

The vampire staggered, unable to keep his balance, and Marcus ran into him head-on!

"Boom!"

The vampire was knocked aside, fell to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping. Marcus quickly caught up and drew out his wand and pointed it at his head: "To pieces! To pieces! To pieces..."

It has to be said that Marcus's magical talent is messed up. He has used the split spell many times, but the number of successes is very few.

Apparently, a couple of splitting spells weren't enough to kill a vampire, so Marcus closed his eyes and flicked his wand like crazy: "Rip it apart! Rip it apart! Rip it apart! Ah, ripped it apart! Ripped it apart!"

The flesh and blood from the vampire's head flew around, blood foam and bone meal were blown everywhere.

The blood quickly left the vampire's head and seeped into the soles of Marcus' feet, but he couldn't see it, still "falling apart! Falling apart..."

"Marcus!" Moriarty stretched out a hand and patted Marcus on the shoulder, and Marcus opened his eyes, "Sir?"

"Stop it, you've killed him."

When Marcus stopped, what should have been growing on the vampire's neck was gone.

"Oh, sir..." Marcus fainted when he saw the blood on his hands.

"You've done enough, leave it to us." Moriarty sent him out of the battlefield, while knocking his staff lightly on the ground, a light blue halo spread like a sea tide open.

"Ocean Fraternity!"

The halo spread to the feet of the pure-bloods, and a ray of light lit up. Everyone felt warm on their bodies, the fear in their hearts was dispelled, and their physical discomfort disappeared.

Charlie, who had stopped releasing the "Gryffindor Sun", and Leon, who was exhausted, suddenly felt that they had inexhaustible magic power and strength, and they looked around excitedly.

On the other hand, one of the vampires showed surprise. They asked the two old vampires, "My lord, what should I do?"

"It turned out to be the Count of Vampires." Moriarty nodded lightly. The Quinlan family is indeed very powerful. It is rare for a vampire to have a count among vampires, but there are two of them in the Quinlan family, and there is also an old monster.

Moriarty looked at Archduke Quinlan, who was lying on the ground and passed out, and then at the purebloods who had become more energetic, thinking that it was time to end this battle.

He took out a bottle of magic recovery potion (primary) and drank it, then walked up to the purebloods and drew out the cedar wood wand.

Holding the Slytherin staff tightly in his right hand and the cedar wood wand in his left, Moriarty raised his hands, and the magic power of the water element rushed to the sky!