Chapter 166： 4 battles (continued)

"Huh, it's so dangerous, Senior Sister Carol."

When he said this, Mike's tone in the first half of the sentence was still in that ridiculous tone, but when he said the last few words, Mike's tone was completely cold.

Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. This famous saying that I don't know who said it is indeed correct.

Thinking of this, Mike's hand holding the wand randomly swung away the curse that Carol's unwilling heart shot, and then Mike stopped talking nonsense with Carol, and directly pointed the wand straight at the sky.

Mike is going to go all out, anyway, there are professors on the sidelines to protect him, so there is no need to worry about Carol's safety. No matter how bad, isn't Dumbledore still there? Killing Mike didn't believe that Dumbledore would sit back and watch Carol die in the game.

Endless flames spewed from the tip of Mike's rod. These flames shot into the air quickly gathered under Mike's control, and soon formed a huge fireball above Mike's head.

After the fireball formed, Mike did not stop casting spells, but increased the magic output, and more flames poured into the fireball above Mike's head.

However, what is strange is that as more and more flames joined, the huge fireball did not continue to grow bigger, but began to shrink. At the same time, as the fireball shrinks and gets smaller, the color of the flames becomes more and more. deep.

"No! He plans to use the last one!"

Snape in the audience roared and drew out his wand. He had already decided to forcibly terminate the game.

Yes, Mike used the compressed fireball he used in the battle with Cedric. Professor Flitwick once severely warned him not to use this spell again, otherwise he might lose control of the magic and cause the fireball to fall. Mike exploded in his hands.

However, after experiencing Ravenclaw's trial, Mike's magical control has skyrocketed. At this moment, this kind of high-risk spell is nothing to Mike.

The magic power in Mike's body was quickly consumed, 90%, 80%, 70%...

When the magic power in the body was only 30%, Mike finally exhaled and stopped the magic output. At this time, the fireball has shrunk to the size of a basketball, and presents a strange color that is almost transparent.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The familiar heartbeat sounded from the fireball, and the fireball, which exuded a sense of terrifying pressure, fell off the tip of the stick and flew towards Carol at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"It's over, Senior Sister Carlo."

Watching the concentrated fireball flying towards him blankly, Carol's heart was cold.

Although the above description is very complicated, it is actually only a short second from when Mike started to cast the spell to when the fireball flew out. In such a short time, in Carol's current state, he can even release a spell to harass Mike. If not, let alone avoid it.

And it's useless to hide. Not to mention that Mike can use his mental power to control the flight trajectory of the fireball. Even if Carlos is not directly hit by the fireball, the fireball explosion will blow her into powder.

Looking at Carol who was dumbfounded, Snape had the heart to kill Carol.

"I'm still in a daze all the time, it's really a troll brain!" Snape was thinking violently in his heart, "Damn, you can't use Apparition within Hogwarts, otherwise one Apparition can pick her out. That's it! It looks like you can only use that, what an idiot!"

Thinking of this, Snape's figure quickly turned into a black mist, and flew towards Carol at speed.

This is a kind of spell invented by Voldemort, which can make wizards move in the form of black fog. This movement method is not only extremely fast, but also allows the caster to have the ability to fly.

But because Voldemort used this spell as a reward, he gave a large number of professors to his men, Death Eaters. So this spell has also become a symbol of Death Eaters, once used, it shows that the caster was once a Death Eater. In the current situation where everyone shouted and beaten the dark wizard, Snape would be spurned by such a spell.

But Snape believed that the life of the **** the court was obviously more important than being discriminated against.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall was not idle.

Although she didn't rush to the arena like Snape, she used polymorphism to conjure several stone walls in front of Carol, trying to block Mike's attack.

However, Mike's attack was not so easy to stop.

Almost the moment the stone wall appeared, Mike's fireball passed through the first stone wall.

Yes, it was passing through, not exploding.

Mike's fireball didn't touch the stone wall at all. It only relied on the heat spilled from the fireball itself to melt a large hole in the stone wall, and then the fireball quickly passed through the hole without even stopping.

"No! It's too late!"

Snape, who was galloping towards Carol, screamed a bad cry, unwillingly glanced at Carol who was still in a daze, hesitated for a while or changed his direction and flew towards the sky.

He is just a cold-hearted face, not a mindless Virgin, he does not intend to experience the taste of being bombed into the sky in the face of this irreversible situation.

Besides, this is Carol's own fault, isn't it?

The first block, the second block..., until the fourth stone wall, the fireball finally exploded At this time, the fireball was only more than ten meters away from Carol.

A dazzling white light flashed from the venue, and the brightness was so great that even the stars in the sky were overshadowed. The audience in the stands couldn't bear to cover their eyes with their hands.

A short while later, a loud bang came late. With the earth-shaking loud noise, countless rubble rose into the air like a dust storm overwhelming the earth, hitting the protective cover at the top of the arena, making a clear clanking sound.

The violent explosions dissipated, the entire circular arena was trembling violently, and the scarlet flames in the billowing smoke rushed to bloom, like the flowers on the other side of hell, there is a kind of indescribable beauty.

It's not over yet, the other side flowers made of flames may have spread quickly because they were unwilling to bloom in the thick smoke. After a while, the entire playing field, except for the open space where Mike was located, became a sea of ​​flames.

Countless tongues of fire were twisting crazily on the field, accompanied by a huge whistling sound from the burning air, as if countless fire demons were roaring in the **** composed of flames.

The spectators in the stands were already shocked by the huge explosion. Some of them were timid and even hid under their seats. They obviously had no confidence in the protective shields in the arena.

"Merlin! This is too horrible, is he really in the second grade?" After a while, a senior student who had slowed down exclaimed.

"God! Sister Carlos, she, shouldn't she be... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Unlike the panicked spectators in the stands, Snape, who was floating in the air with his lower body still in a dark mist state, stared at a corner in the sea of ​​fire expressionlessly, without the anxious look before.