Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord

This sudden change seemed to have not occurred to everyone present. For a moment, the atmosphere at the scene was a little weird.

"what!!!"

After a few seconds, the blood-stained wizard hunter seemed to realize what had happened, and then let out a painful wail.

I saw that the wizard hunter couldn't care about the blood flowing out of the corner of his eyes, and fell to his knees on the ground, hurriedly picking up his severed finger and wand with his left hand.

Afterwards, he raised his head and looked at Wentworth with a look of incomparable hatred. That cold look made Wentworth tremble involuntarily.

"Fuchsia!"

Afterwards, Wentworth cast a spell without hesitation, and saw the wizard hunter soar into the air and hang upside down on the treetop.

"Your eyes are too scary, I really don't want to see it again!"

With a wand in his hand, Wentworth shook his head and said helplessly.

Seeing that his companion had been hung on the treetop by Wentworth, the wizard hunter wearing a cloak cursed in a low voice, and then said to the bald wizard hunter beside him:

"You go to his place, no matter what, we must at least keep this kid!"

The bald wizard hunter quickly nodded in agreement, and was about to turn in the direction of Wentworth.

Hearing their conversation, Wentworth gritted his teeth and said:

"Principal Dumbledore, do you have any back-ups? I really have bottomed out my magic power. I don't have a single drop!"

Hearing this, Dumbledore laughed, turned around and said with a smile:

"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered a magic spell, which seems to be very suitable for this occasion. Hey, I'm getting older, but I didn't think of it just now."

Hearing this, Wentworth resisted not to roll his eyes at his principal, but at this moment, Wentworth was really exhausted and couldn't help but sat down on the ground.

Seeing that the bald wizard had pointed the wand in his hand at Wentworth, Dumbledore finally stopped hesitating.

I saw Dumbledore raised his wand high above his head, and then seemed to forcefully draw a circle on his head.

Along with Dumbledore's movements, countless flames shot out from Dumbledore's wand, forming a big circle of fire around Dumbledore and Wentworth.

Moreover, as Dumbledore continued to turn the wand in his hand, the circle of fire was still expanding its range outward in a rapid manner.

In the night, the raging flames reflected in the pupils of everyone present, illuminating everyone's cheeks.

"Emperor Yan Great Flame Ring?!"

Looking around him, Wentworth murmured incredulously as the spiral flames expanded their range circle by circle.

And those wizard hunters around Dumbledore and Wentworth were also dumbfounded and couldn't believe it after seeing this scene.

Although under the command of the wizard wearing the cloak, all the wizard hunters were trying their best to release spells at Dumbledore and Wentworth, but their spells could hardly pass through the wall of fire in front of them.

No matter what the spell is, after rushing into the wall of fire, it will soon be wiped out by the flames invisible, without hurting Dumbledore and Wentworth at all.

Seeing that no matter how hard he tried, Dumbledore and Wentworth were safe and sound, and they didn't even need to defend themselves, but the circle of flames was always expanding rapidly.

Finally, a wizard hunter couldn't bear the pressure of the approaching flames, gave up and continued to shoot, turned around and ran behind him.

Now that there was the first wizard hunter to escape, the other wizard hunters couldn't hold on any longer and fled behind them one after another.

"Head, let's go too!"

The bald wizard walked up to the cloaked wizard and spoke eagerly.

"Walk!"

The wizard in the cloak finally gave Dumbledore and Wentworth a fierce look at the center of the flames, and turned around and ran back together with the bald wizard.

At this time, Wentworth, who was in the center of the flame, was curiously asking Dumbledore:

"Principal Dumbledore, what is your spell called? Fiercefire Curse?"

Facing Wentworth's inquiry, Dumbledore blinked and said with some surprise:

"Oh, Wentworth, I didn't expect you to know the Fiendfyre Curse! But, Wentworth, remember that the Fiendfyre Curse is a black magic. Don't use it in the wild, otherwise, it will cause a big mess of!"

"As for the magic I used, it's just the simplest raging fire. At most, I released a little more magic power, so it has the current effect."

After listening to Dumbledore's explanation, the corners of Wentworth's mouth couldn't help twitching, such a powerful magic, you tell me it's a raging fire?

I thought you finally made an ult, but you told me it was flat A?

But looking at Dumbledore's expression, it didn't seem like he was lying to himself. Wentworth could only sigh in his heart. Perhaps for the ceiling of combat power in every world, even A is already the biggest advantage he has against his opponent. Respected.

"Principal Dumbledore, can they escape?"

Wentworth watched the backs of those wizard hunters gradually disappearing into the dense forest on a moonlit night, and couldn't help asking Dumbledore casually.

And Dumbledore said meaningfully:

"That depends on the range of the anti-apparition magic they set up. If the range is not very large, they may have time to run to a place where they can cast apparation. Otherwise, it is very difficult to run with a human body." Over the wildfire."

After listening to Dumbledore's words, Wentworth glanced at Dumbledore with a strange expression, and couldn't help but say:

"Principal Dumbledore, is it really okay for you to set such a big fire here? Will it damage the environment too much? I'm afraid it will be difficult to extinguish such a big wildfire?"

And Dumbledore touched Wentworth's head, and said kindly:

"You can still think of this at this time, and I am very pleased with Wentworth. Don't worry, I think, it won't be long before the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters is about to arrive, and by then, they will It's done."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth once again felt Dumbledore's authority and prestige in this country. If it were any other wizard, he might have already started fleeing to avoid the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic Aurors.

But with Dumbledore, he calmly waited for the Ministry of Magic to help him deal with the aftermath. No wonder Fudge was always worried that Dumbledore would fight for power with him in the later stage, and he even did not hesitate to publicly discredit Dumbledore.

As far as Dumbledore's reputation is concerned, Fudge can't even catch up with it!

"Now, it's time for us to figure out the cause and effect of this incident!"

Dumbledore spoke suddenly.