Chapter 638 The Disaster in London (Part 2): The Entire Street From the Bombardment

"Slow down and stop the shock!"

"Fly the broom!"

"Hover quickly!"

"..."

With the lights of various spells flickering in midair, the fallen wizards were finally rescued and returned to the ground safely.

But in fact not everyone can be saved.

Those whose psychological quality is not up to standard, those who cast the spell too late, and those who even hit the raised decoration of the window outside the building, finally fell to the ground, and were twisted into strange shapes along with blood splatter.

The cold wind howled.

Unknowingly, it was night, and the Ministry of Magic, which was full of fish and fish, didn't have too many people in the building at the moment. With the roar and violent shaking of the whole building, all the wizards, goblin servants, and house elves inside They all ran out of the building.

Everyone looked up at the huge Fiery Flame burning in the sky, and quickly cast the defensive spell and counter Fiendfyre spell again in an attempt to control the flames.

You know, the British Ministry of Magic is built in the alley next to Down Ning Street. As long as Fiendfire spreads, it will cause big news in the Muggle world, such as burning the Muggle Prime Minister or Queen to death. This kind of thing has serious consequences when you think about it.

The nearby wizards who saw the situation also rushed towards this place. They raised their wands and released the magic spell to merge into a huge light curtain protection spell, turning into a light curtain to wrap the bottom of the building.

In fact, the fiery fire on the roof of the Ministry of Magic building is burning more and more vigorously, like a towering torch, and wizards in the entire London city can almost see the scene of the magic spewing wantonly as long as they look up. .

"Calm down! Lupine!"

Among the crowd, Lupine summoned a flying broom from the building's office with the Flying Curse, turned over and sat on it neatly, and was about to fly towards the top of the building when Arthur grabbed him.

"Anton!"

Lupine anxiously called to Arthur, "Did you hear that? In the flames, Anton was crying in pain!"

"Let go, don't tell me this is an auditory hallucination!"

This is of course not an auditory hallucination. A powerful wizard cast the 'Water Curtain Projection Curse', and a 5-meter-high water curtain rose in the square next to the building, and the situation on the roof of the building could be clearly seen from inside.

The Dark Lord was flying through the sky, staring sullenly at the flames.

In the blazing flames, a figure distorted by the flames was wailing mournfully, but miraculously it was not burned to death.

As expected, this kid has researched something towards the path of the blood body, and he really deserves to be his student.

"Ahhh..."

"pain!"

"it hurts!"

Anton roared, trying to release the spell, but only felt that Fiercefire's intense heat was affecting his magic power, making it difficult to release the spell that was usually easy to release.

Fiendfire, a powerful black magic flame, burns almost anything it touches, and the flames dancing with the gust of wind continuously imitate the shapes of various monsters, attacking Anton.

Boom~

bang bang bang~

Anton seemed to be able to hear his heart beating rapidly, which was a sign that the source of magic power originating from his soul and blood was undergoing terrible stimulation and desperately agitating the magic power.

A series of dark red tattoos slowly emerged on his skin. This magic learned from the tribe of witches seemed to be being crazily suppressed by Fiercefire because of its relationship with the power of prying flames.

But it was also because of this curse that Anton was still able to survive the Fiendfire.

At this moment, Anton is infinitely grateful that he has resurrected his previous body, and learned this magic by coincidence, otherwise it would be absolutely dangerous just now.

It was terrifying, Fiendfire's counter-curse Anton would never make a mistake, but it had no effect.

And even the 'Xiao Yuanwu Phantom Shuttle' was suppressed.

Obviously, this is not just a fire, but a compound high-end spell similar to Grindelwald's gas stove.

Lao Fu's black magic was really strong enough, Anton was in pain, and for some reason, he laughed out loud, leaning forward and backward with laughter, "Exciting! It's so frankly exciting!"

He looked up at Voldemort, who was flying outside the building and looked at him coldly, and chuckled, "Haha, my professor, you said that casting magic should be elegant and easy, right?"

"But..."

"I don't think it's classy enough."

"I seem to like a little wilder!"

"Yes, it should be a little wilder. I don't know why I suddenly felt that this is more suitable for me. Maybe it's because of my excessive pursuit of excitement, or maybe it's because my past (previous life) life was too depressing. "

"Maybe this is the reason why my innate talent, the Levitation Curse, has been stagnant?"

He spread his legs apart, leaned back, and stretched his hands vigorously. He only felt that in this extreme environment, he had figured out too many magical principles.

Perhaps these should have been thought of, after the two souls are completely fused, and after the original intention of magic is completely found, they will naturally know.

Suddenly, the slowly twisting dark red tattoo on the skin suddenly lit up, glowing with a magma-like luster, spreading rapidly, and finally connecting into one piece on the body.

"Be elegant, be relaxed, haha, and be wild..."

"Sometimes bestiality is not a bad thing. The charm of Animagus is here. Sometimes people have to live like beasts, quack quack..."

He was muttering in disorder, long white hairs grew out of his skin quickly, and his body swelled rapidly.

It suddenly became the big white bear of the witch tribe, or in other words, it was a reverse derivation of the magic that Anton learned from the magical animal "flame white bear" along the witch tribe, from the deduction of the spell to the natural magic of the magical animal learned, and deduced again to magical animal form.

This is different from the Great Pyrenees of the Witch Tribe. After all, the size of a magical animal like the Flaming Pyrenees...

The wizards under the Ministry of Magic building held their wands tightly, casting spells and guarding magic together. They were struggling to resist the Fierce Flame. They suddenly glanced at the water curtain in horror, and then suddenly raised their heads to look at the sky.

Through the faint blue protective magic light curtain, a huge white bear can be vaguely seen entrenched on the roof of the building.

Yes, entrenched.

Standing on the top of the building with its huge size, the white bear looks like a naughty child standing on a pillar.

"Roar~~~~"

The white bear roared, and its thick arms beat the ground fiercely in the flames.

rumbling~

The sound of rolling thunder came, and the top of the Ministry of Magic building seemed to be ignited. Several floors turned red, glowing with the color of magma, and became distorted.

"Roar~~~~"

The white bear roared again, waving its arms violently in Fiendfire, and a terrifying magma spurted towards Voldemort.

The speed was so fast that it enveloped Voldemort in all directions almost instantly.

"Oh~"

Voldemort suddenly disappeared, appeared in another place, and chuckled, "I have already felt the breath of 'flaming white bear' from that big white bear with antlers, I thought it was my mistake, but I didn't expect it It's the 'flaming white bear'."

"Let me guess, you can do this. In addition to the research on Animagus, there is also the magic principle of the 'Scarecrow Spirit' that I taught you to change black magic creatures?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, too many of your spells bear my shadow..."

"Use the spell I taught you to deal with me in reverse, Anton, you are really my good apprentice."

Anton didn't speak. He finally felt how cool the gifted magic that Hannah said to control plants at will was, and streams of magma sprayed towards Voldemort's figure.

Although Voldemort appeared to be dodging easily, he was just dodging.

Flying in the sky, changing the position of the figure, exhausted.

"Professor~" Flame White Bear controls the magma sprayed in the sky to organize into more encircling circles, laughing wildly, dancing wildly with its huge white fluffy bear paws, "Do you know that you are desperately avoiding it now?" He looks extremely embarrassed!"

"Professor, I'm not interested in listening to your talk anymore, I want you to die!"

boom!

He slammed his fist on the top of the Ministry of Magic building that had turned into magma. The huge bear's paw was like hitting a pool of water, and all the magma splashed wildly around.

At this point, Voldemort had nowhere to hide.

He suddenly disappeared again, a flame flickered, and appeared in the farther sky, staring at Anton coldly, the wizard robe looked a little messy.

"If it weren't for my strength not fully recovered, Fiendfire just now should have directly burned you to death, my student, do you really think you have learned all my magic knowledge?"

Lao V gracefully raised his wand, "Levitation spell, right? It's ridiculous to be so obsessed with such a low-end spell. But ah, look, let me, a professor, teach you a good lesson and tell you What is the floating spell!"

A quick flick of the wand.

Boom~

The whole world seemed to shake.

No, it was a real earthquake!

The wizards who released the defensive spell together fell to the ground, looking at everything around them in horror, feeling that the whole world was shaking.

Suddenly, looking into the distance along the street, everyone saw in horror that the whole world seemed to have become distorted. The buildings at the end of the street, the lampposts and mailboxes by the roadside, the planted trees, etc. Quickly flip over vertically.

"Run!"

Someone yelled frantically, "The Dark Lord tore the entire street apart!"

Boom!

With a loud bang, he disapparated from the spot.

High-rise buildings broke and collapsed, cables were pulled and broke and sparks exploded, squeezed cars exploded...

Everything around seems to be the end of the world.

All apparated and fled.

Some people didn't run far, and even found that the street where they Apparated was also within the range of the Dark Lord's tear, and quickly Apparated again to escape.

Finally, when everyone ran out of the area controlled by the Dark Lord, they discovered that within the area centered on the Ministry of Magic building, there were seven streets that rose vertically and collapsed towards the Ministry of Magic building.

"Anton! Get out of here!"

"Anthony! Get out!"

This was no longer the voice of people like Lupine Arthur who cared about Anton. Seeing such a terrible scene, everyone couldn't help but pray for Anton.

I hope this young man who has the ability to fight against the Dark Lord can survive this war and continue to grow. Minister Fudge is right, Anton is indeed the hope of the future!

It's a pity that the Dark Lord's Levitation Curse not only affects these streets, but also like a big hand, forcefully pressing the white bear that Anton turned into in place.

Even the surging magic power seemed to penetrate Anton's body, completely squeezing the huge white bear's body back to the original boy's figure.

It's just scary!

Relying solely on the intervention of powerful magic power, the effect of anti-curse was directly achieved!

The wizard who could cast the water curtain released the spell again, projecting the scene on the Ministry of Magic building.

Everyone stared at the boy who was trembling stubbornly and struggling to stand upright with complex expressions, and seeing him struggling to lift his wand in his hand, some emotional witches even cried out.

Maybe it's the sorrow of the rabbit and the fox. No matter whether Anton is a boy or not, he is already a powerful wizard, but he is still so powerless in the face of the Dark Lord, let alone others.

So, if Anton died today, and the Dark Lord came back tomorrow, would he die too?

At such a moment, everyone recalled the dark and bloody years ruled by the Dark Lord decades ago.

It was the time when Death Eaters rushed into the house at any time and killed at will. It was as cruel as the doomsday. After decades of dormant black magic, no one dared to mention it again in public.

Everyone will even start to wonder, is it because Dumbledore is here and there is no way to deal with the Dark Lord?

You know, there are only wrong names and no wrong nicknames. Dumbledore is called "the greatest wizard of this century", but Voldemort is called "the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard ever"!

It wasn't Dumbledore who defeated Voldemort back then, right?

Really, seeing the powerful strength of such a terrifying black wizard with one's own eyes, one will really be completely desperate!

finally!

Everyone watched as Anton was under pressure, slowly waving the magic wand in his hand, releasing magic.

"Great!" A witch cheered, "Quick, Anthony, take this opportunity to apparate and leave!"

However, a different incantation came from the water curtain, "All petrified!"

"???"

"!!!"

"No! After finally casting the spell, what's the use of using this spell at this time!" An old wizard couldn't help but shouted.

But at this moment, several streets are speeding up rapidly, soaring into the clouds, hiding the sky and covering the sun, collapsing and bombarding towards the roof of the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic.

"Ah~~~" Some people screamed and covered their eyes, they really didn't dare to watch this terrible scene again.

This is simply a human tragedy!

As if being crushed by the street floating in the air is me, desperate and helpless~