Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 641 Shadow Shuttle

With a wave of his arm, the numerous tables, chairs and benches leaning against the wall all flew towards the opponent.

At the moment when those huge tables blocked the opponent's sight, his figure had turned into a slender black shadow.

Black shadows shuttled like lightning, merged into the darkness, and hid in the many shadows in the auditorium.

The dark shadow that Riddle turned into, shuttled back and forth in the shadows in the auditorium, jumping in the shadows, and magic after another shot out from the dark corners of the auditorium.

Frost, flames, sharp knives, sharp arrows, brilliance, poisonous fog, lightning, all kinds of spells, attacked the opponent from all directions.

He actually used his own strength to surround George from all directions. At this time, he shot with all his strength, which was more terrifying than the siege of the three people just now.

While attacking, he was mixed with verbal provocation, "The mystery of magic is not something that you, a young man who only relies on talent and family, and who are rapidly rising, can understand."

He said indignantly, "You haven't suffered, you haven't suffered. You haven't given everything for magic, you have nothing but talent."

Before the words were spoken, those terrifying attacks had engulfed the entire opponent, and the frost and flames collided, raising a thick white fog.

The collision of the sharp knife and the sharp arrow made a humming sound of gold and iron, and the mixture of brilliance and poisonous mist formed a pattern of evil spirits. The lightning came first, detonating all the attacks.

Clangs, hums, explosions, rustling sounds as the floors and wooden tables corrode.

Riddle shouted angrily, "Look, this is my power, and I will give everything to transform myself to gain power."

He sneered loudly, while walking back and forth in the shadows without stopping.

Evil whispers were constantly heard from all corners of the auditorium.

Riddle alone is like an entire army, and the attacks of spells and words are continuous and never-ending.

"In this world, you are so superficial, so talented that you grow up fast enough. But darkness is my world, I am the master of darkness, I have all the black magic in the wizarding world, and more Much magic created by me."

"Hiss,

Hiss, hiss. "

In every corner of the auditorium, all kinds of poisonous snakes are constantly crawling out, including golden ring snake, silver ring snake, bamboo leaf green, iron head, viper, five-step snake, cobra, king cobra, pit viper, liven snake, sea ​​snake. big hero

Hundreds of venomous snakes crawled out of the corners of the auditorium and roamed the entire auditorium. Those venomous snakes all opened their mouths, exposing their poisonous fangs and hissing.

They cling to the ground, feeling the tiniest vibrations of the ground, and they puff out their forked tongues, collecting any strange information in the air.

They use up their predatory instincts that have evolved over thousands of years to search for enemies lurking in the dark.

They are sure that under their search, there is no prey that can escape their perception. They can't wait to cut the blood vessels of their prey with their fangs and inject the most viscous venom into the body of the prey.

But the instincts that made them predators in the harshest environments didn't work this time.

No matter how keen their senses are, they get nothing.

Able to distinguish the sharp touch of different footsteps hundreds of meters away, and did not find any movement. Just like infrared rays, it can analyze the smell of 1% of the heat change in the air, and can't find any traces.

It's like they're looking for someone who doesn't exist, they're looking for a stone, a piece of wood, they're looking for something that doesn't exist.

Their enemies disappeared into the air.

Those poisonous snakes crawled in a panic, searching for prey that didn't exist at all.

Seeing this scene, Riddle's verbal offensive finally stopped.

He hid in the shadows, constantly searching for each other's traces, he probed corner after corner, jumped from shadow after shadow.

Everything is nothing, the other party seems to have really disappeared into the air, or has the other party left?

Riddle raised all kinds of speculation.

As for the opponent's fall in the first round of attacks just now, he didn't have such a fluke.

Even if this opponent controls his own magic power, the unfathomable strength is not destined to be so frivolous and defeated by his first round of attacks.

So, where did the opponent hide?

Immediately he knew.

"Why don't you keep jumping?" Feng Shui Corpse

A voice sounded in his ears, and a terrifying pressure appeared beside him, and the horror of being stared at by the monster made his heart shiver.

Riddle immediately jumped into another shadow.

But that terrifying voice, terrifying oppression, appeared in his ears again, and he had to shuttle into another shadow again.

"Nice magic, is it called Shadow Jump?"

Riddle kept jumping in and out of the shadows, but the voice was like a bone-encrusted maggot, closely following him.

"By transforming yourself, you can gain the affinity of the shadow and let yourself blend into the shadow."

"Very genius idea, very good magic."

"Compared to the short-term absence and discomfort caused by teleportation, this short-distance shadow shuttle is much more effective in battle."

No matter where Riddle jumped, the voice always followed him.

He had to keep jumping, trying to avoid the opponent's follow, until after he shuttled again, the voice didn't continue to make a sound.

He screamed badly, and an invisible impact pushed him out of the shadows.

As soon as he showed his figure, he immediately shrank into a ball, and the whole person became a dark ball like thick ink.

Immediately after, a series of explosions stirred up layers of ripples and folds on the dark as thick ink.

The voice said lightly, "Tom, why do you think you can put traps under my nose?"

The trap that Riddle had laid in secret as he shuttled was as obvious as a match lit in front of his eyes.

An illusory, translucent figure appeared in the mid-air of the auditorium.

The cold moonlight poured down, reflecting his illusoryness, like a holy spirit aloof.

George looked at Tom Riddle condescendingly. "Not bad except for a shadow shuttle, your performance is not satisfactory, Tom."

He shook his head lightly, "Magic is not an unpleasant dish. Your achievement in magic has nothing to do with you being able to endure hardships."

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