Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

These three old men have white hair and beard, their bodies are as thin as mummified corpses, and they wear uniform white robes. Compared with the previous white robe wizards, the white robes on their bodies are obviously more gorgeous. Not only are there more gold threads, but some places even Deliberately embroidered some mysterious patterns.

Not only that, even their appearances are generally the same, these three are like triplets.

Arthur drank the surrounding Los Santos wizards, and looked at each other vigilantly with swords in both hands.

He is very clear that the enemy in front of him is very difficult to deal with, and this level of battle is not something that his subordinates can participate in.

Rather than let them be cannon fodder to sacrifice meaninglessly, it is better to preserve their living strength.

At this time, the three wizards in front of the gate of space finally confirmed the situation after a brief observation. They looked at Arthur, and the old man said with a smile:

"Witcher? That's rare. Have you ever seen a little wizard in an invisibility cloak? We need to talk to him about something."

As soon as the voice fell, the old man on the right gritted his teeth and said:

"Kill him! Kill all the witchers! Avenge Salianna!"

The old man on the left said expressionlessly:

"Complete the task first and find the target."

Right: "No! Kill the witcher first!"

The old man on the left ignored him at all, but started to look around for himself, as if he was looking for Harry's trace in some way.

Seeing this, the old man shook his head helplessly and said apologetically to Arthur:

"Sorry for making you laugh."

Arthur didn't answer, he just stood quietly holding his sword, neither attacking nor retreating.

As he said before, Mike is coming soon, so his task now is just to hold him back.

He believed that as long as Mike arrived, despite the strength of the opponent, he would only have to die.

Victor was obviously aware of this as well. His No. 1 clone was standing in the distance, waiting solemnly, and countless thick gun muzzles extended from the wall behind him.

As for his No. 2 clone, Arthur had retreated with his body, a mainframe, as early as when Arthur asked Los Santos wizards to retreat.

Looking at the hostile expressions of Arthur and Victor, the old man in the middle sighed deeply:

"Hey! Seeing that you guys don't want to cooperate well, I don't need to ask if that's the case."

As soon as the words fell, the irritable old man on the right suddenly pulled out his wand and slashed at Arthur and the others, so a bright red sword light suddenly appeared.

Arthur did not dodge, and directly blocked the attack with the body of the sword.

The illusory sword glow and the real polymer sword collided, and a sound mixed with gold and iron burst out.

The next moment, the sword light exploded, and the flames in the sky completely engulfed Arthur and most of the laboratory, and the corners of Victor's eyes twitched.

He is not worried about Arthur, he is still confident in Arthur's strength, he is distressed for his own instruments.

Sure enough, along with a violent whistling sound, the flames that filled the sky suddenly twisted, turned into a huge fire snake, and was caught by Arthur on the sword and slashed out!

"Boom boom boom!"

The fire snake was mingled with bright white sword lights, and the momentum was extremely astonishing.

However, the three white-robed old men were very calm, and the irritable old man on the right even sneered disdainfully.

"Useless attack."

The old man in the middle spoke slowly in a sympathetic tone,

At the same time, he took a step forward, and with a sad face, he spread his hands towards the fire snake in a hug.

Accompanied by his movements, a semi-circular golden shield that was more shining than those of the white-robed wizards suddenly took shape.

"Bang!"

The fire snake collided with the shield, and a loud noise erupted.

Almost in an instant, the fire snake was smashed into pieces, and it turned into a raging flame and swept out.

But when the flames gradually dissipated, Arthur and Victor finally saw that on that whole piece of red-hot alloy floor, the three old men were still standing quietly. Not even a single crack appeared.

Arthur's expression became more solemn, and the enemy was more difficult than he expected.

He had a hunch that if Mike couldn't get there in time, today might be the end of Freemasonry.

At this time, the indifferent old man on the left finally completed the search. He turned to look at the polite old man in the middle and said:

"The target has escaped my search range. It is recommended to remove the immediate threat first, and then conduct a comprehensive search of this secret realm."

The polite old man nodded and said:

"so be it!"

"Ha! It's long overdue!"

Seeing this, the irritable old man showed a cruel grin on his face. He swung the wand in his hand, and a long string of terrifying dark red fireballs shot out.

At the same time, the other two old men finally took out their wands.

"Let there be light!"

Dozens of bright golden spears condensed in the air.

The indifferent old man didn't say a word, but the innumerable icicles did spread from under his feet, covering Arthur and the others in an instant.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fireballs and light spears continued to bombard the ice-covered ground, causing large swathes of blazing flames and thick smoke, and the water vapor that the ice had turned into flooded the entire laboratory.

Arthur relied on his own mobility to keep dodging, fireballs and ice ice were okay, but those golden spears seemed to have some kind of predictive ability, but unfortunately they could predict the location of Arthur's movement.

This forced Arthur to swing his sword to block.

However, the golden spear was unexpectedly hard, and just after blocking a few of them, a curling blade appeared on the polymer sword in his hand.

Victor keenly observed Arthur's difficulty. He pressed repeatedly on the workbench beside him, and several jet-black polymer swords popped out.

"Arthur, take the sword!"

Victor roared and threw the sword out.

At the same time, a light blue light beam was emitted from the muzzle behind him.

This is all he can do in this battle, and there is no way to do the rest. Facing such a powerful enemy, the end of rashly participating in the war is absolutely tragic.

Inside the golden shield, the polite old man looked at Arthur, who was jumping up and down like a monkey, and showed a playful smile.

"It's really tenacious. If that's the case, let's try this."

Saying so, the polite old man raised his hand, and a dazzling white ball of light condensed in his hand.

The light of the light ball was so dazzling that as soon as it appeared, the entire laboratory was a little dark, as if it had absorbed all the surrounding light.

Arthur's pupils shrank, and instinctively he was about to retreat.

But it was too late at this moment. The light ball in the hands of the polite wizard had been condensed, and a ray shot directly from the light ball, instantly piercing Arthur's right chest.

Arthur wanted to hide, but how could the speed of light be avoided?

He only felt a pain in his chest, and the whole person lost his focus and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the irritable old man laughed, while the polite old man's smile was still kind, but he showed no mercy at all, and once again formed a ball of light in his hand.

Victor silently clenched his fists, his feet moved slightly, and he was ready to go forward to fight.

Although this avatar of himself cannot be kept, but compared to Arthur's death in battle, the cost of the avatar being destroyed is acceptable.

However, unlike Victor, Arthur, who was slumped on the ground, was very calm.

Although the wound on his chest pierced by the light was still painful, even though the frost on the ground had spread to his arm.

But Arthur was unmoved. Instead, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Farewell, witcher."

With the gentle whisper of the polite old man, the fiery light reappeared.

However, at this moment, a vague figure suddenly stood in front of Arthur.

"Om!"

I saw the blurry figure waved casually, and the frigid light was reflected back at a speed no less than when it came, hitting the golden shield and making a huge trembling sound.

"You're finally here, Mike."

Arthur smiled and said weakly, covering his wound.

And Wen Yan's blurry figure also turned his head, looked at Arthur, whose mouth was already overflowing with blood on the ground, and said:

"It's really my fault. But you'd better go to Soraka for treatment now. Leave it to me here."

Arthur nodded, stood up with the help of Viktor No. 1 clone, and walked slowly towards the exit.

Mike slowly withdrew his gaze, squinted his eyes and looked at the three old men not far away.

It was the first time he had seen Arthur so badly injured since he knew Arthur, which made his already burning anger even stronger.

And the three old men also restrained the smiles on their faces at this moment.

They could sense the dangerous aura emanating from Mike. Unlike Arthur before, he was a real master.

After thinking for a while, the polite old man in the middle raised a warm smile again, and said to Mike:

"Your Excellency must be the master of this place. We are the elders of the International Magic Federation. We came to your land to arrest a vicious fugitive. I hope you can cooperate with us..."

"Okay, needless to say!" Mike directly interrupted the other party's words, "Whoever hurts me will have to pay the price!"

The polite old man smiled for a while, and then said:

"The thing about your subordinate's injury is that it was actually a misunderstanding, and we can explain it."

The polite old man was still fighting for it, but what responded to him was a translucent fiery ball of fire.

The fireball collided with the golden shield, and the fireball split violently.

But unlike ordinary flames, the scattered flames did not slowly dissipate, but continued to attach to the golden shield as if alive.

"Chichichi!~"

An eerie sound was uploaded from the shield. Under the erosion of the power of the curse, the golden shield was rapidly thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The eyes of the three old men were about to pop out, and they hurriedly output magic power to supplement the consumption of the golden shield.

However, this is only the appetizer given by Mike.

"Die!"

"Roar!"

The flames on Mike's body rose, and a translucent flame pterosaur composed entirely of cursed flames fluttered. Not only that, Mike threw a holy sword that was bathed in holy light!

This is the long-lost appearance of the Holy Sword. It was hidden in the Ministry of Magic by Chris for a long time before this, and it was not rescued until Mike took control of the Ministry of Magic.

Although it has been covered with dust for a long time, its power has not decreased in the slightest.

I saw that it came first, and the tip of the sword was directly printed on the golden shield across a long distance.

How could the golden shield, which has long been corroded by the cursed flames, withstand this kind of attack, and suddenly turned into shards in the horrified eyes of the three old men.

Immediately after that, the flame pterosaur finally arrived. It roared and slammed into the ground in a suicide attack posture and exploded into a sky of flames!

The flames instantly engulfed the entire area, including the three old men and the gate of space.

The red-hot alloy floor that had just been scorched by the irascible old man's flames was instantly melted into bright red magma, which flowed recklessly on the uneven ground.

And the three old men were not burned to ashes under such a terrifying attack, but successfully deployed a new golden shield at the most critical juncture, blocking Mike's attack.

But that doesn't improve their poor situation.

Mike's Curse Flame is not a simple flame. With the blessing of a powerful curse, unless it is crushed by higher-level energy or Mike withdraws, it can absorb all the energy around it and use it for its own use. Burn to the end.

Under the constant burning of this terrifying flame, the golden shield could not last long. The three old men could only do their best to infuse all the magic power into the shield to maintain the existence of the shield.

But this move also made them lose the power to fight back.

At this moment, Mike's brows furrowed in the distance, as if he was angry at not being able to kill the enemy in one blow.

And this anger quickly turned into strength, and turned into a huge wave of flames that reached the sky.

Seeing this, the three old men had expressions of despair on their faces, and invariably stopped the magic power output to the golden shield.

This is meaningless. Under such a terrorist attack, the mere protection of the Holy Light can't resist it at all.

But soon the despair on the faces of the old men disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable perseverance.

The three looked at each other, and the polite old man said seriously:

"Have the battle information and real-time video been recorded?"

Indifferent old man: "Of course."

"Very well, then transfer this precious material back to headquarters. We will buy you time."

After the polite old man spoke, he stepped forward with the irritable old man and blocked the indifferent old man. At the same time, a powerful and pure magic power spurted out from their bodies.

The indifferent old man remained silent, squeezed his fingerprints in silence, and started data transmission.

But if you look closely, you can find that there is a faint sadness hidden in his indifferent and old face.

"For Uranus!"

The polite old man and the irritable old man gave a loud drink and rushed towards the sky-filled flames.