Chapter 312 The Fat Ball Corroded by Black Magic

The Firebolt broomstick drew a curve in midair, and Anton was thrown off forcefully.

On the way to the ground, Anton changed rapidly. His long red hair grew wildly, his muscles twitched rapidly, and he turned into a three-meter-high werewolf in just an instant.

boom!

Huge wolf feet descended from the sky, stepping on the black dragon's head and ramming into the ground.

The black dragon struggled frantically, its two huge legs kicking vigorously on the ground, kicking up a lot of mud.

Suddenly, Anton's complexion changed, he kicked hard, and quickly bounced his body, his waist and abdomen contracted and bounced like a big bow.

In an instant, it bounced into the air again.

Strangely thin jets of water burst out from the black dragon and splashed in all directions.

This high-speed vibrating water column is like a sharp knife, tearing and shredding everything around.

"Shenfeng Wuying?!!!" Anton stared at the black dragon with wide eyes.

I haven't seen you for a few days, so awesome?

"Roar~~"

The black dragon's huge wings snapped, and with force under its feet, it pulled its head out of the ground, roaring at Anton.

Those eyes had long been dyed black by black magic, blacker than its shiny feathers, like two black flames.

Anton only felt a burst of dizziness, his body quickly changed back to his human form, and he fell from the sky.

This should be some kind of black magic against the soul!

The whole head was buzzing.

At this moment, Hagrid punched the black dragon's wings, and countless blood splashed out, and he hit and split the dragon's skin with great force.

The black dragon roared in pain, and suddenly looked down at Hagrid, a green beam of light spewed out from its mouth.

"Death Curse!"

Anton's complexion changed, and he waved his wand. Countless ropes wrapped around the black dragon's neck, and he swung it towards the sky forcefully.

The light of the Killing Curse, like a laser cannon, created a scorched black trace along the ground, tearing apart a cloud of white clouds in the sky.

"!!!"

Anton waved his wand again, and a stream of air pushed the black dragon's head backwards, and the ropes rolled towards the black dragon's mouth, completely restraining its upper and lower jaws.

Shh~~

The water jet sprayed out again, and the black dragon was like a hedgehog, and the Rope Spell and Levitation Spell attached to its body were completely dispelled.

Anton couldn't imagine how many "Shen Feng Wu Ying" were released at this moment.

This is too outrageous!

Only then did he realize that the fat ball should have been corroded by the black magic group he stuffed into it.

Who knows how many times Snape survived the scene of Lily being killed with the help of the time-turner before his black magic completely eroded him.

Ordinary black wizards, at most, are affected by black magic to become cruel and easy to kill.

At that time Snape was completely reduced to a creature driven by dark magic.

Anton was floating in mid-air, the three big eyes cursed, and carefully observed the black dragon, trying to find its problem and find a solution.

"!!!"

Gah, what did he see!

"It turned into a complete color block!"

A complete color block like a human wizard, a complete color block in the shape of a dragon, no magic image can be seen anymore.

You must know that even powerful goblins can only be surveyed and mapped under the vision of the "wizard's eyes", let alone the advanced version of the "divination bird's eyes".

Could it be that……

The black magic that Anton stripped from Snape already carried traces of Snape?

Or, similar to the Horcrux, the information was copied from Snape's soul and self?

The huge wings of the black dragon trembled, and just as it was about to fly into the sky, Neville's body-binding spell struck again, hitting the black dragon's wing root in an instant.

It staggered and almost lost its balance.

At the same time, George and Fred's magic light caught it again. It opened its mouth wide in pain, and a two-meter-long tongue hung down from it.

Hagrid roared angrily and lifted a huge tree beside him. With a charge, he inserted the tree trunk into the black dragon's mouth, strode forward with his thick thighs, and thrust forward forcefully.

The black dragon stepped back step by step on the ground, its neck twisted wildly, but was pushed in again by the tree trunk.

Anton turned into a giant werewolf again, getting bigger and bigger, and his body swelled rapidly.

In the end, it turned into a werewolf as tall as Hogwarts Castle, with dragon skins all over its body, and its muscles stretched itself out like a giant bear.

"Ah da!"

The fist as big as a bus smashed down like a meteorite from the sky.

boom!

Ram the black dragon's head into the ground again.

In just an instant, jets of water with divine fronts and shadows spewed out from the black dragon again, tearing holes in the werewolf's fists, and blood spattered.

"Roar~~~"

A dull cry came from the ground, and the black dragon's body was filled with thick water vapor, sweeping around frantically.

It covered Hagrid, Neville, George and Fred in an instant.

"Ah~~~"

They screamed at the same time.

"Cruciate!"

Anton looked up at the werewolf's head in pain, and exhaled deeply, oh~ this familiar Cruciatus Curse, this pain that makes people want to end their lives quickly, is like countless small knives slashing through the body.

Really, it's so refreshing.

So cool!

Anton's feet softened, and he knelt down. The huge werewolf knee pressed down on the black dragon's back viciously. plugged in.

Tear~~

The feathers were torn apart with flesh, and a black mist instantly appeared from the black dragon's wings, sealing its wounds.

At the same time, the Cruciatus Curse also stopped.

The moment he stopped, a one-meter-wide jet of water pierced the werewolf's fist and shot straight up, instantly tearing a long and narrow wound on Anton's werewolf's arm.

If Anton hadn't leaned back in time, his head would have been cut off!

"Ah~~~"

Anton let out a cry of pain, his arms went limp.

"Roar!"

Roaring, the black dragon pulled its head out of the ground, twisted its long neck, and a terrifying green light hit it head-on.

Killing Curse!

Anton's eyes were quick, and his intact left hand grabbed the black dragon's tail and swung it.

Over the shoulder fall!

The green light beam of the Killing Curse flung out a beautiful swing in mid-air, and hit the ground viciously.

boom!

Trees shattered, mud and stones splashed, and vegetation flew.

boom!

Fall again!

Anton's werewolf's arm shook, and the black dragon floated up. He let go of his arm, retracted it suddenly, and hammered forward again quickly.

boom!

The black dragon was instantly sent flying, hitting the trees of the Forbidden Forest along the way, and everything along the way was knocked into the air by the huge force.

Anton was about to chase him, but he froze for a moment, quickly running the three eye spells, and shuttled along the colorful fog, all the way to the soul interface.

I saw that the black thread of my soul was rapidly expanding and twisting crazily.

"!!!"

He quickly entered into the depths of his memory again, all the way deep into the world in his memory, only to see a bright galaxy appearing in the boundless blackness.

Countless messages flowed towards him from the black threads of the soul.

"!"

Anton has seen this Xinghe!

A collection of werewolf memories!

Huge werewolves, there is a danger of being assimilated by werewolves?

"Cruciate!"

The soul scalpel tore apart these soul black lines in an instant, and Anton quickly retreated to his field of vision, only to find that his soul had calmed down again.

Quickly return to the vision of the real world.

He saw that he had returned to his human form, his right hand was drooping weakly, his flesh was rolled up by a terrible tear, blood was bubbling out as if he didn't want money.

And his own wand, supported by the Levitation Charm, clings to his palm.

Anton grabbed the wand with his left hand and lightly tapped it on his right hand, chanting words and spells with musical rhythm.

This is Shenfeng Wuying's counter-curse.

Soon, the wound healed.

Magic has this kind of benefit, as long as it is damaged by magic, it can be quickly recovered by counter-spell.

At this moment, the black dragon struggled to fly in the air, staring at Anton coldly, roaring.

Anton narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the dizziness caused by the massive blood loss on his body, and waving his wand became light.

A three-meter-high black shadow of a wizard floated behind him, and raised his arms in sync, pointing his fingers at the black dragon.

"Cruciate!"

The light of the curse instantly hit the black dragon, and the plasma-like light twisted, connecting the two.