Chapter 1270 Quidditch in Battle

Theoretically speaking, there is almost no upper limit to the number of soul collectors that can be born in this demon summoning ceremony. As long as the wizard preparing the ceremony can find someone with qualified magic power as a carrier, this kind of collector who takes soul "nutrients" for the ceremony can be continuously produced.

However, in this day and age, together with Haierbo, he can only be called a "freshcomer". Under the internal and external constraints of Maca and the International Federation of Wizards some time ago, it was obviously not easy to find enough carriers.

Forty-two!

At the beginning, Haierbo recruited a total of forty-two young wizards with good talents under the pretext of taking apprentices, which gave him the quota of forty-two collectors in this ceremony.

To be honest, this amount is really not much, and it is even somewhat insufficient. What's more, it will take time to transform these nominal "apprentices" into collectors one by one.

Unfortunately, even if there are at most forty-two black-eyed wizards in London, it is enough to cause a terrible disaster in modern society.

Each of these guys is agile, has a clear sense of combat, and has an extremely fast reaction speed. Moreover, they also have the strange ability to manipulate that black unknown substance. It can be said that they can advance and retreat, and are good at attacking and defending.

Even if the current Harry didn't have much problem facing one, but if he faced two at the same time... No matter how hard he insisted on his courage, he might only put escape first.

So he is very glad now that he chose to act with Charlie after all.

"Someone sneak attack!"

This thought flashed through his mind quickly, and the burning sensation on his scalp showed that his pounce just now had narrowly saved his life.

But this is not the end, there is no reason for the enemy to stop after only attacking him once.

So when Harry fell to the ground, he turned over resolutely, and hurriedly left the position where he threw himself.

Sure enough, the moment he flipped it open, another sharp black thorn stabbed into the ground, almost submerging more than half of the road!

If he had hesitated for half a second just now, he would have been firmly nailed to the middle of the street by now.

However, it was precisely because of this turning over that he was finally able to see the situation behind him clearly - he saw another wizard with black pupils staring straight at him with those black eyeballs like ink. The four black thorns are already ready to go.

Thinking that there was another person behind him at this moment, Harry had no choice but to temporarily give up the idea of ​​rushing up to head-to-head confrontation, and instantly got up and sprinted a few steps to one side to distance himself from the opponent.

But, don't forget that there is Charlie driving a fire dragon in the sky.

"Roar--"

Harry, who had just moved away from the spot, soon heard a dragon roar, followed by a large flame falling from the sky, and Charlie shouted from the dragon's back:

"Harry, keep running! Watch out for the dragon's breath—"

This time when Harry heard it, Dang even took out the broomstick that had been put back before, and then turned around and stepped on it.

"Bang bang!"

Just as he straddled his broom and soared into the sky, the two black thorns fell through the air again and stuck to the ground.

Harry on his broomstick,

Undoubtedly a duck to water—although his past flying training had been for Quidditch, his Seeker skills were equally useful in combat.

He was leaning on the broom handle, and even with an acceleration, the technical movement of flying in a non-directional manner made the black-eyed wizard below who was still trying to launch black thorn attacks completely unable to catch his movements.

This technique was originally used by the seeker to influence the judgment of the opponent's batter in the field, but it is also effective when used to avoid the attack of the black thorn.

Charlie, who was riding a fire dragon not far away, couldn't help nodding when he saw it—before he graduated, he was the Chaser and captain of the Gryffindor team, and he also led the college team to win the Quidditch. Odd silver cup.

In terms of Quidditch talent, he was no worse than Harry at all.

"Harry," suddenly, seeing Charlie's thoughts together, he said loudly, "Attention, Pokov's lure technique!"

After all, there was a sea of ​​flames below, and when the two black-eyed wizards both left the ground and flew into the air. He stretched out his hand and patted Nobetta's neck, allowing him to carry him directly to face the two enemies at the same time.

After Harry heard Charlie's tactical reminder, Dang Li knew it, and flew over with a broom handle.

It must be said that facing the black thorn attack of the black-eyed wizard, even the fire dragon with exceptionally hard leather armor still had to deal with it carefully. When Charlie found that the other party had condensed black thorns and shot at Nobeta, he immediately patted the side of Nobeta's neck again.

Although no one has heard of the "Fire Dragon Knight" combat profession in ancient times, if there is, maybe such a partner should be like Charlie and Norbeta at this time?

The intelligent fire dragon and the flying knight cooperate with each other tacitly, which will definitely make the air combat ability rise in a straight line.

After understanding Charlie's intentions, Norberta immediately turned her body over, rolled to the side, and accurately avoided the two black thorns flying rapidly.

Immediately after, Norbeta breathed out another mouthful of dragon's breath, forcing the two black-eyed wizards to lower their bodies to avoid the burning of the flames.

In just a few seconds, the distance between the two sides did not get further because of their respective dodges, but they got much closer because of their rapid sprinting.

Seeing, Norberta was about to collide with those two guys.

The opponent has extremely sharp black thorns, even if it is a fire dragon, it is disadvantageous to fight at close range. It can be seen that there are several more black thorns in front of that person, and they all shot towards this side suddenly.

But at this moment, Charlie suddenly scratched the barb on Ranoberta's neck again, and shouted:

"Turn back!"

To be honest, Norberta actually didn't want to listen to Charlie's words. After all, she was a fire dragon, and she was also a Norwegian Ridgeback with a war-loving nature no less than that of the Hungarian Horntail. But after hesitating for a moment, she still flapped her wings suddenly, turned over and flew backwards.

When Norberta moved, her huge body left in an instant, revealing Harry who had been following behind him since just now.

The size of the fire dragon made it almost unnecessary for the two black-eyed wizards to aim more. Instead, they hoped to hit Norbeta's wings.

But when Norberta got out of the way almost at the same time as they shot the black thorns, the exposed Harry was much smaller.

At that moment, Harry who sprinted out on the broom almost passed through several black thorns, and the Gryffindor sword in his hand naturally shone with a cold silver light.

In less than a second, the two sides passed each other, and the two enemies who were tricked by Charlie and Harry's "Pokov lure" did not have time to make an effective response no matter how fast they reacted. defense.

The next moment, Charlie, who rode Nobeta to high altitude, turned his head back, and saw a shocking flower of blood blooming in the air from the splashed blood.

He took a closer look and saw that the enemy on the left was hit by the sword. The opponent's body was almost severed by Harry, only a small half was still connected.

"hiss--"

When Charlie saw this, he couldn't help but gasped—although it was an almost immortal enemy, such a scene still made one's scalp tingle.

The other party suffered such a serious injury, if there is no treatment, it is obvious that he will not survive. When Harry, who passed by the two of them, looked back, he saw the black-eyed wizard falling straight to the ground, but he didn't look as carefully as Charlie.

"Pity."

Since only one person could be cut at a time, Harry still felt a little sorry.

Although the splattered blood was enough to make his eyelids twitch slightly, but after several battles during this period, he already had a lot of resistance to the crimson eyes.

"Ok?"

All of a sudden, Harry felt a cold in his ribs. He quickly reached out to touch it, only to find that his robe had been scratched at some point, and even his skin was exposed.

Could it be that when he beheaded a person just now, the other party also came to him?

After realizing that he was not injured, Harry breathed a sigh of relief—the speed of both parties had actually reached the fastest speed just now, and he really didn't realize that he was almost injured in a split second.

But at this moment, in the mist not far away, another figure hidden in it shook his head slightly.

"...Harry, this guy is too careless."

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