Chapter 1343 Clumsy Cards

Sometimes Maca also occasionally wonders if he has made some mistakes from the beginning, so that a series of more and more serious disasters have been involved one after another.

Yes, for example——

At that time, he probably shouldn't have mentioned the possibility of falling from the sky to Mrs. Hooch during the flying lesson, so that while he helped Neville avoid breaking his bones, even the whole future changed accordingly. .

Of course, this is just a handy metaphor.

I remember a certain Muggle scholar once said a word, he said, "When there is an avalanche, no snowflake feels responsible." But then again, if there is only one "snowflake" in total, is it possible for an "avalanche" to happen?

At this moment, Maca thought a lot, but he finally let go of those messy opinions for the time being. With a sudden effort, the gray-black flame beam was slightly pushed back, and then turned over and fell back to the ground in an instant.

At the same time, the beam of flame shot straight into the sky after no obstacles, forming a gray-black pillar of flame that could be seen even by people on the edge of the urban area.

As for how Maca managed to run directly above the opponent... In fact, he just wanted to try it out and "surprise" the demon.

"What kind of rule power is this?"

Seeing that the other party was still holding his right hand high, and the pillar of flame sprayed out from his palm was gradually dissipating, Maca couldn't help but sighed secretly in his heart.

It stands to reason that Maca actually has a chance to make a surprise attack on the opponent at this moment. It's a pity that the previous chase and escape battle with the opponent was very exhausting, and he also needed such a chance to breathe.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the black figure who was raising his head and waving his hands just now teleported behind Maca again. When the punch was thrown out, Maca quickly moved sideways to dodge, and then retreated decisively.

To be honest, he doesn't expect to hurt the guy in front of him now, because he has tried several methods he can think of, but none of them have worked.

What kind of body is that, this time Maca really realized it.

"boom!"

Dodging a heavy punch again, Maca is still swimming like a fish,

Dodge without delay. Because his current positioning of himself is very pure, as long as he keeps pestering and procrastinating as much as possible, he will be able to let go of his hands and feet and do some practical things after everyone has withdrawn from London.

But the facts have proved that it is not so difficult to insist on entanglement with such a powerful opponent!

"Ok?"

When he realized that the demon was about to move in space again, Maca, who was about to deal with it, suddenly frowned—something was wrong!

And his premonition was undoubtedly correct, because in the next second, the gray-black pillar of flame that pointed directly at the sky before, this time the opponent actually wanted to attack directly on the horizontal plane.

The speed at which the demon cast magic was not very fast, and Maca saw the whole process in his eyes. But he knew that this time he could no longer hide.

"Boom—"

When the opponent's gray-black pillar of flame shot towards him in an instant, Maca stretched out his staff, and a cold current mixed with soul flame instantly collided with the opponent's pillar of flame, causing an extraordinarily strong explosion.

It can be seen that at the same time that the two magics are resisting each other, the gray-black pillar of flames on the opposite side is forcing towards him little by little.

"Can't bear it at all?"

Maca pursed his lips slightly, his eyes flickering with deep gaze, while watching the violent energy getting closer and closer to him, his thoughts were still wandering elsewhere.

He was thinking, what is the background and origin of this demon, do such strange creatures really exist in this world?

At the same time, another question is also bothering him, that is - is this "demon" in front of him Hai Erbo himself?

Before he knew it, the gray-black stream of flames on the opposite side had gradually pressed towards Maca's hand, as if he would touch his staff within a few inches.

And at that moment, even if he didn't die, he would have to be seriously injured.

However, the direction behind him happened to be the Leaky Cauldron. If he lets go now, the flames full of powerful destructive power will probably penetrate a large number of Muggle buildings all the way, and then pass directly near the Leaky Cauldron.

Whether it will cause harm to the asylum seekers there, or even Lupine and the others, Maca is not yet sure, but the possibility is definitely not small.

Fortunately, Maca still has a hole card in his hand that he didn't think was very useful...

"Come."

At that moment, Maca's thoughts suddenly moved, and then he saw his left hand, which was not holding the staff, reach forward and swung it down suddenly.

In the next second, a large blur suddenly appeared in the middle of the street between him and the demon on the opposite side. Then, a towering black stone tablet that looked like a city wall crashed down, shaking the entire block.

That is the Bewitching Monument, which was originally kept by Maca in the abandoned dragon lair deep in the Forbidden Forest!

"boom--"

The gray-black pillar of flame that had already approached Maka's eyes was cut off immediately, and the flame stream bombarded the Bewitching Monument, but it had no effect at all.

In fact, until now, Maca still has nothing to do with this stele—even though his grasp of the "arrogant" rune is not as shallow as it was at the beginning, the power of the bewitching stele is still far from being revealed in front of him. come out.

Perhaps Salazar Slytherin back then could use it to seal Herbo, and even use it to do things that ordinary wizards could hardly imagine, but Maca still couldn't do it.

All he can do now is to summon this lifeless big guy, and then put it in front of him as a huge ornament, that's all.

Because of this, he always felt that the hole card he currently possessed could only be regarded as a tasteless rib, and its actual effect was not great.

However, if you can meet the right time like now, a waste card can also be used as a good card. Being able to attract such a nearly indestructible shield at a critical moment is obviously also an advantage.

Seeing that the demon's attack had no effect on the Bewitching Monument, Maka also heaved a sigh of relief—he was even thinking, should he try to hit that guy with this big rock later, and see who is stronger?

Of course, he was just thinking about it casually. Regardless of whether it is hard or not, this thing is too bulky, and the speed of the opponent is so fast that it must be able to hit someone if it is used!

"Huh? Here again?"

Suddenly, Maca frowned slightly, and disappeared from the spot again in a flash.