Chapter 169: Top Four Battle (Continued)

"Phew, that was a close call, Senior Carol."

When Mike said this, his tone was still teasing, but when he said the last few words, his tone had completely cooled.

Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. This famous saying from someone is indeed correct.

Thinking of this, Mike casually waved his wand and knocked away the spell that Carol was not giving up. Then Mike stopped talking nonsense with Carol and pointed his wand straight to the sky.

Mike was going to go all out. Anyway, there was a professor protecting him on the sidelines, so he didn't have to worry about Carol's safety. At worst, wasn't Dumbledore still there? Mike didn't believe that Dumbledore would sit back and watch Carol die in the game.

Endless flames gushed out from the tip of Mike's wand. These flames shot into the air quickly gathered under Mike's control, and soon formed a huge fireball above Mike's head.

After the fireball was formed, Mike did not stop casting spells, but increased the output of magic power, and more flames poured into the fireball above Mike's head.

However, strangely, as more and more flames were added, the huge fireball did not continue to grow, but began to shrink. At the same time, as the fireball shrank smaller and smaller, the color of the flame became darker and darker.

"No! He plans to use the one from last time!"

Snape roared and drew his wand. He had made up his mind to force the game to end.

That's right, Mike used the compressed fireball he used in the battle with Cedric. Professor Flitwick had severely warned him not to use this spell again, otherwise it would be very likely that the magic power would go out of control and cause the fireball to explode in Mike's hand.

However, after experiencing the Ravenclaw Trial, Mike's magic control power soared. At this moment, this high-risk spell was nothing to Mike.

The magic power in Mike's body was consumed rapidly, 90%, 80%, 70%...

When there was only 30% of the magic power left in his body, Mike finally exhaled and stopped outputting magic power. At this time, the fireball had shrunk to the size of a basketball, and it was almost transparent.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The familiar heartbeat sound came from the fireball. The fireball, which exuded a terrifying sense of oppression, fell off the tip of the wand with a pop, and flew towards Carol at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"It's over, Senior Carol."

Carol stared blankly at the condensed fireball flying towards her, and her heart was cold.

Although the above description is very complicated, in fact, it was only a short second from the time Mike started to cast the spell to the time the fireball flew out. In such a short time, Carol couldn't even release a spell to harass Mike, let alone dodge it.

And it was useless to dodge. Not to mention that Mike could use his mental power to control the flight trajectory of the fireball, even if Carol was not directly hit by the fireball, the explosion of the fireball would blow her into powder.

Looking at Carol, who was stunned, Snape wanted to kill Carol.

"You are still in a daze, what a troll brain!" Snape was thinking fiercely in his heart, "Damn it, I can't use Apparition within the scope of Hogwarts, otherwise I can pull her out with one Apparition! It seems that I can only use that, what a fool!" Thinking

of this, Snape's figure quickly turned into a black mist and flew towards Carol at a high speed.

This is a spell invented by Voldemort, which can make wizards turn into black mist to move. This way of moving is not only extremely fast, but also allows the caster to have the ability to fly.

But because Voldemort taught this spell to his subordinates, the Death Eaters, as a reward. So this spell has also become a symbol of the Death Eaters. Once used, it means that the caster was once a Death Eater. In the current situation where everyone is shouting and beating black wizards, Snape will be despised if he uses this spell.

But Snape believes that compared to being discriminated against, the life of the girl on the field is obviously more important.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall is not idle either.

Although she did not rush to the stadium like Snape, she used Transfiguration to create several stone walls in front of Carol, trying to block Mike's attack.

However, Mike's attack was not so easy to block.

Almost the moment the stone wall appeared, Mike's fireball passed through the first stone wall.

That's right, it passed through, not exploded.

Mike's fireball did not touch the stone wall at all. It only relied on the heat of the fireball itself to melt a big hole in the stone wall. Then the fireball passed through the hole at a high speed without even a pause.

"No! It's too late!"

Snape, who was rushing towards Carol, cried out inwardly, and looked at Carol who was still in a daze unwillingly. After hesitating for a while, he changed direction and flew towards the sky.

He was just cold-faced but warm-hearted, but he was not a brainless saint. Faced with such an irreversible situation, he did not intend to experience the taste of being blown up to the sky.

Besides, this was Carol's own fault, wasn't it?

The first wall, the second wall... until the fourth wall, the fireball finally exploded. At this time, the fireball was only ten meters away from Carol.

A dazzling white light flashed from the field. The brightness was so great that even the stars in the sky were eclipsed. The audience in the stands could not bear it and covered their eyes with their hands.

A moment later, a loud bang came late. With the earth-shaking bang, countless broken stones rose into the air like an overwhelming sandstorm, hitting the protective cover on the top of the stadium, making a crisp sound of ding-dong-dong. The

violent explosions continued to dissipate, and the entire circular arena was shaking violently. Scarlet flames bloomed in the billowing smoke, like flowers of the other shore symbolizing hell, with an indescribable beauty.

This was not the end. Perhaps because the flowers of the other shore made of flames were unwilling to bloom in the thick smoke, they spread rapidly. Soon, the entire stadium, except for the empty space where Mike was, became a sea of ​​flames.

Countless tongues of fire twisted wildly on the field, accompanied by a huge whistling sound as the flames burned the air, as if countless fire demons were roaring in a hell of fire.

The audience in the stands had already been speechless by the huge explosion. Some of the timid ones even hid under their seats. They obviously had no confidence in the protective shield in the arena.

"Merlin! This is too scary. Is he really only in the second grade?" After a while, a senior student who had recovered from his shock exclaimed.

"Oh my God! Senior Carol, could it be..., wuwuwu!" A Muggle-born girl burst into tears.

Unlike the panicked spectators in the stands, Snape, whose lower body was still in a black mist while floating in the air, stared at a corner of the sea of ​​fire with an expressionless face, without any of the anxiety he had before.