Glory To Slytherin

As this stream of light floated from the body of the vampire bat, the vampire bat lay motionless on the ground, and the figure of the mandala became more and more solid.

One after another faint brilliance tossed and intertwined on her side, her body became more and more specific in the eyes of the black-robed wizards present, and the fear in her heart was like a big hand, tightening their hearts.

Mandala squinted his eyes slightly, tilted his head slightly suspiciously, and looked at Ulysses with a smile:

"The Young Master of the Lestrange family...has been famous for a long time, but De Carmona respects you so much..."

"Excessive reputation."

Ulysses remained unmoved, blocking the two Sisters of Delacour behind him, and secretly assessing Mandala's combat power at this time in his heart.

One of the seven giants of the abyss... Ulysses did not expect to meet him head-on so soon. Even if it was only a spirit body at this time, Ulysses did not dare to relax in the slightest. The soul link with the tree frog monkey also reminded him all the time that he might die here with little carelessness.

"I am more puzzled, why would you give such a cruel hand to a vampire..."

Mandala's beautiful eyes blinked, put his slender fingers on his cheeks for a moment, and muttered, "Are you still in the dark..."

The last sentence was too low for Ulysses to hear. He raised his head and said:

"Is there anything else to be kind to a dark creature like a vampire?"

"Dark creature...hahahahaha..."

This sentence seemed to poke Mandala's smile, and she couldn't help laughing out loud. The laughter was like the crisp sound of a wind chime stroking by the breeze, causing the black-robed wizards present to flicker, and their eyes briefly blurred.

Ulysses only felt a burst of mental shock surrounding his mind, the force was as soft as a warm hand, and the invasion was almost imperceptible.

The Occidental Cerebral operation was more intense than usual, and Ulysses' eyes became clear for only a moment. He snorted coldly, and pushed his wand a little bit underground. In a moment, a voice resounding like Hong Zhong Dalu resounded throughout the hall, awakening the enchanting minds of the black-robed wizards.

"Sure enough, it's interesting."

Mandala seemed to be indifferent to Ulysses' deciphering her charm. She stretched out a hand from a distance and squeezed it firmly, "But this is not enough... Black Waterfall!"

In an instant, the darkness was overwhelming and there was nowhere to hide.

The tide-like darkness swallowed all the light in the hall in a blink of an eye. Whether it was the surviving vampires or wizards, they couldn't see their fingers, and only felt the wind blowing in the chill around them.

"Fluorescence flicker...maximized!"

Ulysses' eyes drenched, always guarding against attacks that might emerge at any time in the dark, while holding his wand high, a dazzling beam of light erupted from the tip of his rod, like a round of the sun for a time.

But the fluorescent curse didn't seem to have much effect on such a dense darkness. The light only illuminates the place a few meters in diameter beside Ulysses, reflecting Fleur's firm expression and Gabriel's panic.

"what……"

Suddenly, there was a screaming scream from behind Ulysses, followed by a sound as if a watermelon was crushed, the juice spilled on Ulysses’ feet, Ulysses looked down, and it was red and white. .

Ulysses immediately thought of what happened to the wizard, and his heart was chilled, and he quickly thought about countermeasures.

"You guys get out first."

Ulysses shouted. He knows that the combat power of these black-robed wizards may be regarded as elites for ordinary wizards, but in the face of such strange and unpredictable methods, their effect is much less than before.

He is sure to be able to deal with the spirit body of the mandala, but he does not want to cause unnecessary losses to the wizards.

The black-robed wizards were instructed to retreat quickly to the gate, but immediately someone tremblingly said:

"The door is blocked!"

"Do you think it's that easy if you want to leave?"

The sweet laughter of Mandala came from all directions in the darkness, making it impossible to judge her position.

Then, another scream rang out, this time not far from Ulysses. Ulysses saw a big dark hand sticking out from behind a black-robed wizard, facing his head. Pinch hard, his brain burst.

"Thunderbolt exploded!"

Ulysses didn't waver in his eyes. He cast a blasting curse in that direction as soon as he saw it clearly. A huge explosion sounded instantly, and a lot of broken rocks fell on the ground, but there was no feeling of hitting anyone.

"Follow me."

Ulysses whispered quickly to Sister Dracul, took out the card with a deep crack from his robe, and sighed.

"Come out, green eyes!"

The dazzling light erupted in the center of the hall, dispelling the darkness for a while. A burly and beautiful white dragon appeared out of thin air and let out a roar, but there was a shocking wound on his body.

After the manifestation, the blue-eyed white dragon did not hesitate and opened a huge mouth to the ceiling. After the brief elements gathered, a white light was like a sharp blade that pierced the darkness, without the slightest lethality, but after touching the ceiling, it was like It spread like ripples, and the darkness began to recede wherever it went.

After the light shrouded the hall again, the hearts of those who were still alive were all chilly.

There were two black-robed wizards in groups, back to back, with extremely vigilant expressions. However, the surviving wizards were less than half of the original ones, and the other half had fallen in a pool of blood, with twisted hands and feet, and no corpses.

The mandala's figure appeared in front of the altar with excitement in his eyes, and said with interest:

"It's this kind of power that makes De Carmona so highly appraised of you?"

Her appearance has not changed at all, but everyone knows that the blood of a dozen people has been glued to this woman's hand in less than a minute.

The moment Ulysses saw her, Ulysses did not hesitate to turn the ghost ring in his hand, a horrible suction that made the mandala like an enemy that could not be felt by the wizard present.

"So you did the things in Knockturn Alley..."

Mandala's voice cooled down, and her hands squeezed, and a gloomy mark appeared on her chest.

Before Ulysses could see the shape of the mark clearly, he felt a sharp piercing sound. His breathing stopped for a moment, his hand hurt, followed by the sound of an iron collision.

The suction slowly stopped, and the pressure on the mandala suddenly lightened. She raised her head, admiring the heroic posture of the blue-eyed white dragon in the sky, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth under the mask.

"Let's stop here today, we will see you again in the future, Lestrange..."

The figure of the mandala slowly lifted into the sky, staring at Ulysses condescendingly, as if looking at an interesting toy. After saying this, her figure dissipated into black smoke, and then into drops of bright red blood spilling from the air.

Ulysses pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.

He looked down, and a deep gap appeared in the ghost ring in his hand.

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