Chapter 39 Fierce Fighting

Mike felt like his scalp was about to explode. The black shadow lying on the unicorn was definitely Voldemort!

Draco, who came later, was also shocked. He opened his mouth in horror and stared blankly at the tragedy happening in front of him. The hound Fangya with them was also scared and sat down on the grass. Its tail was tightly clamped between its legs. It looked very scared.

Mike was afraid that Draco would scream, so he went up and covered his mouth, and whispered in his ear: "Back off slowly, don't make any sound, understand?"

Feeling that Draco's mouth was covered by him, he nodded, and Mike let go of his hand covering his mouth.

The two looked at each other and began to slowly back off. They backed off very slowly, fearing that a slightly bigger step would attract the attention of the black figure not far away.

But Draco could understand Mike's words, but it didn't mean Fangya could understand them too.

Yaya, who was lying on the ground motionless due to fear just like Draco, suddenly stood up and ran in the direction they came from, making a rustling sound.

The sound was particularly obvious in the silent night, and the black figure turned his head to look at Mike.

"This dead dog! I must kill it and make soup when I get back!" Mike yelled, "Wind Speed ​​Curse!"

Mike could not care about anything else, and cast a wind speed curse on himself, picked up Draco and ran.

However, before Mike ran far, a hoarse voice came from behind him.

"There are many obstacles."

As soon as the voice fell, Mike felt that he had hit an invisible wall, lost his balance and fell to the ground, and Draco was thrown to who knows where.

"Wind Speed ​​Curse, are you a kid from the Carrow family? Huh? No, you smell like... you are a mudblood!"

The hoarse voice came from behind Mike, and when Mike heard the voice, he felt that his head, which had been hit and had stars in his eyes, suddenly sobered up.

Mike quickly raised his right hand, and the black prickly pear wand that had been thrown away returned to Mike's hand almost instantly under the summoning of the flying spell that came with the combat wand set.

"Burning flames!"

A white flame shot out from the tip of the black prickly pear wand, and the flame shot up into the sky, submerging the black figure.

Mike tried to maintain the fire spell while thinking about how to escape. He knew that the fire spell would not last long. Suddenly, a scream attracted Mike's attention. It was Draco! The guy turned around and ran away when he saw him confronting the black figure!

Just when Mike was distracted, the hoarse voice in the white flame sounded again, "Disarm you!" This time the voice was obviously angry.

A red light flashed from the flame, and flew towards Mike at a very fast speed against the fire spell released by Mike. Mike's fire spell was simply vulnerable to the red light.

"Bang!"

Mike flew backwards. Although the wand was not knocked away by the disarming spell because of the wand cover, the disarming spell of the black figure was obviously not ordinary. The knockback effect alone knocked Mike back more than 3 meters. Mike

struggled to get up. Although his whole body was in great pain, he might really die here if he didn't fight hard.

In the critical moment, Mike only felt that something was getting hot in his chest. His magic perception became unusually clear. The magic in his body seemed to sense the crisis of the master and began to boil.

It seemed that something was guiding him. Under the guidance of this mysterious power, the magic in his body began to arrange and combine in a unique way, forming a magic symbol and then collectively rushing towards the blackthorn wood wand.

Mike raised the wand based on his feeling and shouted: "Flames are blazing!"

A ball of woven white fire as big as an adult's head flew out of the blackthorn wood wand.

"Protect all!"

Looking at the fireball flying towards him, the black figure began to get anxious. He waved his magic wand in the air and drew a set of wonderful magic runes in the air almost instantly. As the magic runes were formed and the spell was recited, a white transparent shield wrapped around the black figure's body.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the white fireball and the translucent shield collided fiercely.

Almost in an instant, the white transparent shield was shattered by the fireball. The violent shock wave hit the black figure hard and flew out.

The explosion of the white fireball brought sparks and ignited the trees around the two people. The temperature of the white flame was extremely high, and the flame spread almost instantly.

Mike felt that he had no strength left in his body. The previous blow consumed almost all of his magic power.

Fortunately, the effect of the wind speed spell was still there. Mike forced himself to run away in the direction they came from.

However, the battle was not over yet.

The black figure that was blown away by the shock wave slowly climbed up. The black hood on his head was shattered in the explosion just now, and Quirrell's somewhat young face was exposed.

Seeing Mike running back at a very fast speed, Quirrell struggled to get up and chase him, but the severe pain in his right leg stopped him. His right leg was unfortunately broken in the explosion just now.

Just when Quirrell was at a loss, a cold, emotionless voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

"Waste, let me do it!"

"Yes, master."

A strange black mist floated out from the back of Quirrell's head and soon covered Quirrell's whole body. Quirrell's expression immediately became sluggish, and his body stood up in a very twisted posture. Quirrell, no, now we should call him Voldemort. Voldemort glanced at Mike's gradually receding figure and raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green color representing death streaked across the night sky and attacked Mike at a speed that was difficult for human eyes to capture.

At this time, Mike, who was running for his life, seemed to sense the danger and turned his head to look behind him.

A hint of green gradually enlarged in Mike's pupils, and the green light accurately hit Mike's chest.

In an instant, the green light that hit Mike's chest exploded, and Mike flew backwards as if he was hit by a running car.

"Pah."

Mike fell to the ground like a rag. He could not hear anything now, and could not feel anything. There was still a hint of green on his retina.

Gradually, Mike's consciousness began to become blurred.

Mike vaguely felt as if someone was turning his body over, but at this time Mike was powerless to resist. After an

unknown amount of time, the person who had just turned his body over seemed to have left, and Mike's consciousness finally fell into darkness.