Chapter 478 The Time Has Come

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! The castle in the snow always makes people feel a kind of desolation. The goose-feather-like snow slanted down with the strong wind, covering the whole world in a gray-white haze.

And in the snow-covered castle vestibule, a large number of figures surrounded by black air surrounded them. In the middle of the crowd, a young man was holding a long stick, surrounded by heavy siege but not panicked, just staring straight ahead.

As far as he could see, another figure covered in black flames stood still on the spot, looking at the young man coldly.

But no matter whether it was the party that seemed to have a large number of people, or the party that was alone, they didn't intend to act immediately. The atmosphere in the Mingming Field was already tense to the extreme, but it seemed that they only wanted to procrastinate.

Obviously, neither side is in a hurry at this moment.

...

However, at the same time, Harry and Ron were extremely anxious.

"Harry, I think we have to hurry... It's been too long," Ron said helplessly, "Although we can't see whether it's daylight or dark outside here, I guess we're already here It took all night!"

Hearing this, Harry shook his head in distress.

"I want to hurry too! But—"

To be honest, the two of them have been stuck here for a long time. And most importantly, they don't even know where they are!

Judging from the surrounding environment, this seems to be a small wooden house with little space. A dimly lit gasoline lamp hung on the dark wood-panelled walls, and there were no windows on all sides, and there was no door.

In the corner of the room, two tan simple hammocks were hung directly from the ceiling, and the two curtains hung down slightly, somewhat covering the hammocks.

On the two curtains, the brown coat of arms with a little badger printed on it was probably the only thing that could prove that they were still at Hogwarts-it was the logo of Hufflepuff House.

Harry and Ron remembered what Maca had told them, that in order to participate in Dumbledore's funeral, he had to pass his test. But then, before they even knew what the test was, their eyes suddenly went dark, and they passed out in a corridor of the castle.

What exactly is the test? Think of a way to get out of here? But what kind of test can this serve as a test?

No matter what, in short, when they woke up, they found themselves locked in this rather small room. There are not even doors and windows here, and the four wooden walls cannot be broken at all, and there are very few clues.

To be honest, they were almost desperate.

"I think it's a question of whether we'll starve to death here, let alone find a way to leave." Ron moaned feebly, "Harry, what do you think?"

"Don't be discouraged!" Harry said unwillingly, "Whether it is to fill our stomachs or to pass the test, we must not give up!"

"Oh, that's all I'm saying."

Ron shook his head, then got up again and began to check around the wall.

It's just that this room is really only that small, and the two of them have carefully inspected every inch long ago. Apart from the magical wooden walls that cannot be broken even by spells, what is there to be suspicious about?

"...Although we don't know exactly where this is, we must still be at Hogwarts." Harry said while digging a nail on the board, "I was thinking, we still have to guess where this is first. This is probably the only clue we have."

"Who knows?" Ron sighed. "There are too many rooms in the castle. Even your Marauder's Map doesn't show all of them. How do you guess?"

"Yeah!" Harry thought for a while, and couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, "If I had known that there was still such a test, even if I didn't call Hermione, I would have got the Marauder's Map back from her first. With that , even if we can't see where we are, at least we can see what other people in the castle are doing.

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"Hmm..." Ron pondered for a while, and said with uncertainty, "Harry, I still wonder if we'll be in the Room of Requirement."

"Then we should be able to conjure something." Harry knocked on the wall, and the back was completely solid, "But haven't we all tried it? Even if we made a wish, nothing happened! "

Ron nodded, and kicked listlessly at the wall.

"Anyway, hurry up..." Although he had always acted a little weak, he never really gave up in his heart.

"Yeah." Harry also nodded.

...

Almost at the moment Harry nodded, there was finally a sound of fighting in the vestibule outside the castle. That was indeed "the sound of fighting", not a confrontation between magic and magic, without colorful effects, but a real hand-to-hand combat.

The Stone Knights guarding Hogwarts fought with the Black Dead!

The black dead disciples who were surrounded by black energy were originally wizards, but under the erosion of the Bewitching Monument, they have lost the ability to use magic.

All their magical powers were forcibly transformed into wisps of black energy. And what was obtained with it was incomparably tyrannical physical strength and defense.

On the other hand, under the influence of some kind of ancient magic, the Knights of the Stone Statue temporarily gained the ability to act autonomously. Like a puppet, he waved the stone knight sword in his hand a little stiffly, and slashed forward one after another.

In fact, this time it was the part of the Black Dead who was closer to the castle who was forced to fight back.

Originally, Voldemort didn't want to go to war, but once the stone statues started, there was no possibility of stopping. They have only two tasks, that is to expel foreign enemies and guard the castle; and they are given only two behaviors, that is, to raise the shield to defend, and to swing the sword to attack.

In terms of individual quality, the Black Death Apostles are far superior to these stone knights—both in terms of attack power and defense power, they are far superior to these "fragile" stone knights.

However, it is these stone statues who only know how to raise shields and swing swords, but it is hard for those black dead disciples who are full of "counterattack", "attack" and "kill" to display their brute force.

Because although these stone knights are more "singular" than the Black Death Apostles, and they can't fly like the Black Death Apostles, they have a uniform pace and a phalanx that will never be chaotic.

The number of Stone Statue Knights is quite astonishing. Compared with the Black Death, it is only a lot more, even if there are still many that have not had time to be released.

For these slightly clumsy stone statues, any wizard with a little bit of brain is not difficult to deal with, and it is only a matter of time and mana consumption to destroy them.

But the ones facing them now are those brainless black dead disciples.

From now on, every attack of the Black Death Apostle will crush several stone knights, but at the same time, there will be at least eight or nine stone swords hitting the Black Death Apostle at the same time. The defensive power of these stone knights is far from being able to compete with the black dead, but in terms of attack power, it is not worth mentioning.

In ancient times, the Stone Knights were originally used to defend against invading giants. In the face of the giant's terrifying power, it is meaningless to give these stone statues more defenses. Only sufficient numbers and attack power can stop the giant's progress.

You know, how can the giant's defense be worse than the current black dead disciples?

While Maca was staring closely at Voldemort, the Stone Knights, which were originally intended to be used only to restrain him, made extraordinary achievements. I only heard the sound of stone swords hitting and stone statues collapsing one after another, making a mess and connecting them together.

Because Maca's back was facing the place of battle, he couldn't tell exactly how far the battle had progressed, and his senses were full of chaotic magic fluctuations.

But he didn't know, but Voldemort knew.

In terms of numbers, there must be much fewer black dead disciples who launched counterattacks on their own, but their strength is much higher than that of the Stone Statue Knights. Even though the battle was stalemate, and even the Black Death's side began to suffer losses, it was still no problem to clean up those stone statues in the end.

However, how could Voldemort be willing to waste every precious black dead disciple in this kind of place? He wanted to use a secret technique to forcibly call back the part of the black dead who automatically launched a counterattack, but he couldn't move.

At this time, Maca's staff was already glowing, and the rule runes on the top of the staff were also faintly visible. Voldemort had no doubt that if he moved casually, a beam of icy blue light would suddenly sweep towards him.

He doesn't want to go to war yet, at least not yet!

If the minions lose some, they lose some! In order to be able to succeed in one fell swoop today, the necessary sacrifice is also worth it - he has endured it so many times, and he doesn't care if he endures it now.

It was only because of the fight between the Stone Statue Knights and the Black Death that the hypocritical conversation between the two of them came to an abrupt end. Both parties understand that each has a hole card in their hands today, which is already a tacit fact. If we continue to talk hypocritically, there will be no meaning at all.

The air became even colder.

In the midst of this noisy and chaotic battle, Maca and Voldemort's expressions changed one after another, and they all glanced south from the corner of their eyes at the same time.

It was this glance that caused a stern look to flash in Maka's eyes.

"Luck—"

Maca suddenly shouted, and possessed the magical power of the sound expansion spell. For a moment, the invisible sound wave spread out rapidly, and even the blizzard couldn't reduce it, and it spread throughout Hogwarts in a blink of an eye.

At the same time as the shout sounded, the staff in his hand suddenly hit the snow. In an instant, several lines of faint blue fluorescence began to light up from the point where the staff stopped, and they quickly swam through the snow on the ground, and quickly spread to the distance.

While Voldemort's face changed drastically, he suddenly transformed into a black flame, and retreated into the air behind without hesitation. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.