Chapter 1195 "The Beast" On the Streets of London

"...Especially Miss Granger, why did you come to London? There are dark wizards everywhere here, it's too dangerous!"

As if eager to confirm Pansy's words, just after she finished speaking, Maca and the windbreaker wizard both sensed that a source of magic power was approaching from a distance.

The two turned their heads slightly almost at the same time, looking into the fog at the end of the street.

"Mr. McLean, I'll take them in...be careful yourself."

"Ok."

Hearing the words of the windbreaker wizard, Maca subconsciously nodded. But the next moment, he turned around immediately, with a hint of surprise evident on his face.

"……Your voice?"

Since the other party did not hide it this time, the original hoarse voice was gone, replaced by a sweet and melodious tone. To be honest, this was also the first time Maca heard her speak in her own voice, so she couldn't help being a little surprised.

However, surprises were all surprises, but the windbreaker wizard's voice Maca felt very strange - he thought that the other party was probably someone he knew, but now it seemed that this was not the case.

However, no matter whether Maca was surprised or puzzled, the other party did not give any explanation for this. After the wizard in the windbreaker nodded slightly at Maca, he immediately turned around and beckoned Hermione and the others to walk quickly to the window of the abandoned department store.

"Yes, now is obviously not the time to discuss voice issues..." Maca frowned, blocking the crowd who were knocking on the window glass behind him.

And in just a few seconds, a figure suddenly rushed out of the mist. At first glance, it seems that it is just a man running a bit crazy, but if you look closely, you can find that the eyes that even the white part of the eyes have turned black are showing a strange luster.

Of course, in Maca's eyes, he can definitely see more than ordinary people.

The chaotic fluctuation of magic power, the soul that was almost overflowing with negative emotions, and the dozens of male and female wizards who were in a similar state not far behind that person...

Regardless of whether what Charlotte's father said before is true or not, judging from the scene in front of him, some abnormal changes that cannot be ignored are indeed taking place in this fog-shrouded city.

He paused the staff in his hand on the ground for a while, and with a translucent fluctuation, the wizards who were rushing towards this side suddenly slowed down.

In fact, this is just an enlarged version of the obstacle spell, but the effect is obviously not bad.

But in the next moment, Maca could only see the darkness in the eyes of the wizard in the head, and the effectiveness of the blocking spell that had already worked was greatly reduced.

You know, even if this is just the use of a modern spell, it was made by Maca after all, so its strength is naturally not much weaker.

To be honest, at that moment just now, Maca even felt that even with the fire dragon's anti-magic ability, he might not be able to get rid of it in a short time.

However, the situation does not stop there.

However, after greatly reducing the influence of the Obstructing Curse on his actions, the seemingly crazy wizard actually raised the wand in his hand and swung it with a ferocious expression.

In an instant, the green glow that erupted from the tip of his staff seemed to be unable to cover even the thick gray mist.

There is no doubt that this is probably the most powerful killing curse Maca has seen so far.

Even Voldemort, who was famous in the British wizarding world for his Killing Curse, probably never achieved this level.

When the green light beam twisted like an electric arc came through the air, Maca frowned slightly, but his hands didn't stop at all. Let's see him holding the magic staff tightly and swiping his backhand suddenly, a huge soil cone suddenly popped up in the middle of the street, and pierced straight out against the light of the killing curse.

"Boom—"

The soil cone was blown to pieces without any suspense, but the Death Curse was also blocked immediately. Seeing the clods of soil and gravel flying in all directions, Maca swung his staff forward again, pushing them all over.

Immediately, accompanied by a messy bombardment, those dense fragments like raindrops suddenly covered the dozens of wizards following behind the opponent.

It sounds complicated, but in fact it just happened in a few seconds. After the dust dissipated a little, Maca saw the opposite scene clearly through the mist.

I saw that the street had been blasted into a mess by the covering attack just now, and the stones and dirt were almost covered on the ground. Including the male and female wizards who ran over from behind, they were all photographed lying on the ground staggeringly. Although they certainly wouldn't die on the spot, some traumatic injuries are inevitable.

However, there was still a semi-circular space around the wizard who bore the brunt. He pointed forward with his wand, obviously blocking the sudden attack from Maca just now from the beginning to the end.

"Roar--"

Maca understood this time, which guy made that inhuman roar before. It's just that the opponent's lunatic appearance doesn't match his keen fighting instinct just now.

"No," Maca shook his head lightly, looking at the other party who was inexplicably looking up to the sky and screaming, "Perhaps it is this kind of beast-like mental state that can bring out the instinct of fighting... or 'killing' to the fullest." Extreme, right?"

It's a pity that the beast-like fighting style must be coordinated with the corresponding strength, so that good results can be exerted. Obviously, the wizard's magic is not suitable for this kind of instinctive use.

After all, even Godric Gryffindor, who was best at close combat at the beginning, needed to use his brain when fighting.

Seeing that the other party rushed towards this side again after roaring, the magic wand in his hand shone with a miserable green light again. Maca, on the other hand, seemed to have lost interest in observing the opponent in battle, and suddenly paused the staff on the ground again.

In an instant, the small piece of ground that the opponent was about to step on suddenly sank, causing the opponent to lose his balance the next second the sole of his foot fell.

Seeing that the opponent wanted to reach out to support the ground to maintain the charge while falling to the ground, Maca's staff stopped again.

"laugh!"

A slender and sharp stone thorn pierced through the opponent's palm at that time, and the hot blood immediately dyed the stone thorn that pierced the back of the hand scarlet.

"what--"

With an irritable roar, the guy seemed to have no pain at all, and slapped the stone thorn with his other hand.

But in this way, the green glow that was already about to emerge naturally dissipated, and his body also fell heavily on the ground and rolled several times because he completely lost its center of gravity.

Taking advantage of the time when the other party was trying to get up again, Maca swung his staff, turning the ground into a swamp, dragging the other party down quickly.

If he only wanted to kill this guy, Maca obviously didn't need to go through so much effort, but what he needs most right now is a living sample.

Just to be honest, it is really difficult to capture such a "one" beast that seems desperate to fight.

Just when Maca was about to cast a strong enough stun spell on the opponent, even he didn't expect that the guy could still struggle and resist even when the hand holding the wand was pulled into the ground.

"boom!"

In a violent explosion, flesh and blood mixed with soil collapsed, and Maca couldn't help but chuckle secretly when he saw it.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that the opponent dragged half of his arm to blow off, with almost no good flesh between his hands, feet, chest and abdomen, hurriedly retreated from the flying clods, and turned his head towards the alley across the street. ran in.

When Maca saw this, he immediately turned his head and glanced behind him. Seeing that the windbreaker wizard who was walking at the end had also stepped into the window, he wanted to raise his legs to catch up.

But at this moment, a wave of invisible magic power made him stop for a while—it was Hai Erbo! Such a powerful fluctuation of magic power can probably only be produced by Hai Erbo.

But the strange thing is that even Maca couldn't tell where the fluctuation came from.

"Where? Which direction?"

He immediately looked around subconsciously, but the magic wave was fleeting, and he didn't have a chance to repeat the induction at all.

When he calmed down, the seriously injured "beast" had already rushed into the alley, leaving only a shocking bloodstain.

Although Maca wanted to continue chasing, and knew that the other party was injured like that, it was impossible to escape far in a short time. But now he was more worried about Hermione, Luna and others who had entered St. Mungo's to avoid danger. After hesitating for a while, he finally gave up on pursuing them.

The wave of magic power just now was too weird, and he didn't want to cause something he regretted because of a momentary fluke mentality.

...

"Are you all right?"

As soon as he entered St. Mungo's waiting hall, Maca immediately looked around, and he was slightly relieved when he saw that everyone who had entered before was safe and sound.

At least, the previous wave of magic power should not have come from St. Mungoli.

"Maka," Hermione saw him rushing in from the outside, and rushed over, "Who was that just now?"

Maybe it was because she had glanced a little before coming in, she seemed to have vaguely seen the crazy figure of that "beast". But if you want to ask who that person is, Maca really doesn't know how to answer.

"Maybe...it's one of Haierbo's 'apprentices'," he thought for a while, then looked at Pansy who was standing aside, "Parkinson, are you okay? Oh, I mean... Has the hidden danger of the magic ritual in your body not occurred?"

When Pan Xi heard this, she turned her head and looked towards the wizard in the windbreaker.

When Maca saw it, he couldn't help but nodded in understanding.

"...You helped her solve that trouble?"