A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

Unieff stood behind Kingsley, the ebony wand was still emitting extremely dazzling light, but he himself was unaffected, as if these lights were his eyes, so he could see the next scene.

The black-robed figure on the dragon's back was stimulated, and he couldn't help covering his eyes with his left arm. His attention was suddenly distracted. Lei a few points.

However, with this distraction, the balance that was barely maintained was instantly broken, and he couldn't resist Kingsley's violent torrent of fiery magic.

Seeing that the blasting spell suddenly hit the black-robed wizard, but was deflected by an invisible barrier that might have been prepared long ago.

However, in the next second, the barrier was completely shattered by the shattering spell that followed, as if an invisible air glass shattered into slag.

After being stimulated so violently, the Blasting Curse immediately expanded a hundredfold and a thousandfold.

Boom—

Just hearing a deafening thunderous noise, a huge fireball with a diameter of about 30 to 40 meters exploded there, and thousands of burning sparks splashed out, in the black robe and the dragon. Crazy backlash.

All scales and barriers were forcibly lifted by the continuous blasting reaction.

For a while, scales, flesh and blood, mixed with firelight, flew everywhere.

The shock wave it caused even blew the dust in the air within a radius of 100 meters.

And Kingsley himself was bounced dozens of meters away by the expulsion spell, not only dodging the dragon's claws, but also largely avoiding the bounce damage from the blasting spell.

With his strong physique, there should be no danger to his life.

Therefore, Yunef did not rush to run over, but looked at the source of the other two spells.

Judging from the direction, it was Williamson who arrived in time to cast the Exorcism Curse. He was sweating profusely and panting, obviously still in poor health.

And the owner of that smashing spell is a thin wizard who is sitting on a broomstick.

He was covered in a dark blue robe outside, and inside was a white lapel shirt with a tie on it. Compared to a wizard, he was more like a white-collar office worker who suddenly passed by.

"Nox! Useless?" He showed a puzzled look, and then shouted from a distance, "Who put this lighting spell! Hurry up and put it away! I can't even see what's inside! Kingsley!"

As he spoke, he threw the smashing spell in the direction he had thrown before, and threw a few more fainted, removed weapons, petrified, and quickly imprisoned...

Also thoughtful, Kingsley gave people the feeling of "stable", while he gave people the feeling of "gou".

However, in the end, a wand that looked like it was about to break actually flew into his hand...

"Who is he?" Eugene asked loudly.

Although it seemed that they were friends rather than enemies, he thought it would be better to ask.

"Aurors! Our people!" cried Williamson.

Unieff ignored him and waited for Kingsley to speak.

Kingsley said, "Listen to him."

Only then did Unieff put away the lighting spell.

The thin wizard flew over to command: "Williamson, you go take care of Kingsley, and I'll see what's going on with the dark wizard."

He jumped off his broom and walked cautiously toward the pit Kingsley had made.

It was a charred black pit. The giant dragon lay paralyzed in the middle of the pit, covered with bruises and bruises. One wing was completely torn apart, and the other was tightly wrapped in something.

It is worth mentioning that its body size has also become much smaller. It used to be about tens of meters in length, but now it has shrunk to only a dozen meters, and it seems that there is a trend of further shrinking.

Feeling the approach of the thin wizard, its eyelids lifted upwards, and its amber pupils flashed a ferocious color, and suddenly raised its head to bite at the thin wizard, but the thin wizard just waved his wand, and another smashing spell shot. , so that the faucet twists to the other side.

It's not that he is stronger than Kingsley, but that the dragon's scales are broken and his magic resistance is not as good as before.

The skinny wizard mercilessly lifted the dragon's relatively intact but still crumbling wings, dragged a charcoal-like figure out of it, and took a breath.

"You're still angry!" he said loudly.

Kingsley breathed a sigh of relief, as if making this clear was more important than healing the wounds all over his body.

His injuries were quite serious. He almost broke his leg when he fell off the broom, his knee was drenched with blood by the hard gravel, his calf was fractured, and there was a certain degree of skin burns.

There was also a long scratch on the chest. Although it was not deep, it was probably scratched by the claws of the giant dragon, but it looked terrifying enough.

In addition, there were some bloodstains hanging on the corners of his mouth, indicating that there might be some internal injuries, but Unieff did not understand this.

Although Williamson performed a healing as before on Kingsley, the effect was really not good. It only removed some insignificant small wounds, and the rest had to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries for in-depth treatment.

Williamson had already contacted the Ministry of Magic, and it didn't take long for a group of people to appear near the orphanage. A small number of them disappeared after they arrived, and then another group of people came over.

Undoubtedly, they need to perform memory modification on the people who witnessed the incident in the vicinity~www.novelmt.com~ and the amount of work is very large.

Yunevo heard some complaints from a distance.

The matter seemed to come to an end, but Unieff was very puzzled.

This is the end? he thinks.

What about his accomplices?

What about his backhand?

If his target was me, wouldn't he consider that I would have an Auror protecting me?

It's so strange, this attacker, this dark wizard.

He came single-handedly on a dragon, but was beaten to a near-destruction end.

Did he think he was the Don Quixote of the wizarding world?

With full of doubts, Univer decided to go see the man who was almost burned to charcoal.

"You'd better not look at the little wizard." A figure stood in front of him, it was the thin wizard, "You will have nightmares."

"I'm Gardwin Robards." He introduced himself, "I'll take over from Kingsley next."

"Supervision?"

"Yes, supervision," he said, spreading his hands, "but there is only one day, and you can go to Hogwarts tomorrow."

"I want to see the person who attacked me," Unieff said.

"There's nothing to see." Gardwin said, "The face is almost burned, and it is also disfigured when rescued."

"Let me see." Unieff insisted.

He instinctively tried to search his mind for words to convince the strange Auror, but failed.

He was originally in a bad mental state, and after this dangerous encounter, it was even worse.

So much so that his wording level has plummeted.

He could only firmly state his demands.

"Let me see," he said, "I always feel something is wrong."