Chapter 128: Luo Fu, quickly collect your magical powers!
The originally unbearably hot plain was completely frozen in just a few minutes, as if it were an eternal frozen soil.
The hot mist also turned into hailstones and fell to the ground. Snowflakes fell rustlingly, allowing the wasteland to be covered with silver again.
Luo Fu is like a child who is afraid of poverty. He usually spends his money carefully, but when he suddenly gets rich, he starts spending with revenge, squandering that majestic magic power wantonly.
Even the manor, which enjoys spring-like weather all year round, has been affected.
Towering ancient trees, their branches and leaves rustling down, a snow-white waterfall pouring down from a high place in the manor, instantly frozen, like an ice pick hanging under the eaves.
Standing in the room, even by the fireplace, Nico felt his hands and feet getting cold, and his joints and bones began to hurt, as if they were being bitten by ants.
He smiled bitterly, wanting to make Luo Fu...quickly accept his "supernatural power"!
The weather spell is an extremely high-end and complex magic. Newt's box, for example, uses this spell extensively to create a suitable living environment for different magical creatures.
Nico had not seen a weather change of this level like that performed by Rove for many years.
Of course, Rolf took a trick. He absorbed the magic power in the manor to create such a large-scale snowfield.
But in the final analysis, it is he who has mastered this magic that can produce excellent results.
Looking at Rolf fighting Voldemort through the huge glass ball, Nico felt sincerely that fourteen-year-old Rolf was really a genius that was difficult to predict using common sense.
Dumbledore back then seemed to be far inferior.
Standing behind the magic barrier, Luofu looked at the black python formed by the fierce fire curse.
It was originally tens of meters tall, but now it has been reduced in size. It is like a flickering candle, swaying in the wind and snow, flickering in and out, and no longer has the previous terrifying scene.
The young man raised his wand, and several rays of light exploded into the air, passing through the flames and cutting the giant black python into two, four, eight, and sixteen.
The devil's flames were torn into pieces, like heavy rain, and scattered on the ground. From a distance, they looked like flowers blooming on the snowy field.
Luo Fu put his fingers together, whispered "rise", and then with a gentle touch, an ice dragon more than one meter long rose from the ground.
After it circled in mid-air, wrapped in the falling snowflakes, it grew larger and larger, and soon its wingspan reached more than ten meters.
Luofu jumped into the air and rushed towards Voldemort.
Above the snowfield, the frozen ice withered, and the ice cubes suddenly cracked.
Voldemort broke out of the ice, shaking off countless ice cubes on his body, and the debris fell like snow!
Luo Fu stood on top of the ice dragon, with the breeze blowing on his face. The already handsome young man became more and more handsome. He stood with his hands behind his hands and smiled condescendingly:
"Tom, you can only go here, not beyond!"
Voldemort looked at Scamander, his eyes a little blurry, and he suddenly remembered that he was just as high-spirited fifty years ago.
The Dark Lord said slowly: "Scamander, suddenly I don't want to kill you anymore!"
Luofu narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"I will make you into an alchemical puppet that preserves consciousness... I will play with it day and night."
"..."
I didn't expect that the Dark Lord is still a puppet master, and he has so much fun with it.
Voldemort raised his wand and waved it casually, and in an instant a wall of ice several meters thick was erected.
Luofu stamped his feet, and the ice dragon under his feet opened its mouth, spitting out dozens of huge ice picks out of thin air. They lined up one after another, shot towards the ice wall at an angle, and penetrated hard.
Cracks appeared in the thick ice wall, and soon it was like a huge piece of glass hitting the ground, shattering in all directions, and the cracking sound pierced the eardrums.
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Voldemort narrowed his eyes, raised his wand lightly, summoned a silver shield from the air, and held it in front of him.
The ice dragon hit the shield with its huge head, making a low sound like a gong.
The color of the shield was much thinner, but it was still stable. The ice dragon was pressed against its head and could not move forward at all. It had to be knocked downwards, forcing a deep groove in the ground.
Rolf and Voldemort confront each other.
There was magic in his eyes, and he was about to cast the basilisk's death gaze, but found that Voldemort had already told Peter to close his eyes.
When he was attached to the back of Quirrell's head, he was tricked by this move, which resulted in his head being stepped on... The same move cannot be used twice on the Dark Lord!
With a cold smile on his face, Voldemort said in a hoarse voice: "Scamander, are you really determined to stop me?"
"Stop you?" Luo Fu stood on the back of the ice dragon, shook his head, and corrected: "Wrong, I want to kill you and Peter!"
"You deserve it?!" Voldemort raised his wand and said sternly: "Avada Kedavra!"
Luofu jumped up and escaped the killing curse, but the ice dragon was not so lucky.
It was hit by the green light, like porcelain being hit by a hammer. First, there were crisp cracking sounds, and then, countless cracks appeared.
The ice dragon shattered with a bang, spattering countless tiny ice cubes in all directions. Those ice cubes hit the ground and exploded countless holes.
Rolf was floating in the air, he raised his wand high, pointed it at the sky, and said loudly:
"Blade of Ice and Snow!"
The wind and snow all over the sky froze for an instant, and the flying snowflakes condensed into ice, tilting like thousands of sword blades.
"fall!"
Rolf waved his wand downwards, and the flying snow, as dense as locusts, quickly circled around the boy with the boy as the center, and headed straight towards Voldemort with a chilling air of ice...
Kill away!
Voldemort recited a spell quickly, and rich scarlet blood oozed from Peter's palm and flew into his mouth.
Peter gasped, and soon black mist couldn't help but pour out of his mouth, like a shadow dancing in the snow.
The black smoke filled with resentment, wailing and ferocious aura flew towards the sky, followed by the pouring snow blades...
Compete!
Between the sky and the earth, the black mist was torn apart and sputtered countless times, and all the white snow blades were smashed.
But more snow blades were added, seemingly endless.
Voldemort used the "Shapechanger" to control Peter's body, but this magic had a time limit.
The Dark Lord could feel himself being driven out of his body by Peter.
He looked at the dark sky, without hesitation, and flew towards the distance, like a huge bat.
"Want to leave?"
Luolf, who was in the air, kept his fingers together, and the snow blades in the sky condensed into a majestic ice sword with a length of a hundred meters, tilting at the top of Peter's head.
Voldemort, who was about to be squeezed out at last, took Peter's body and moved to one side, barely avoiding the ice blade.
But Peter's right hand was still cut off, and the entire arm suddenly exploded in the sky. A ball of blood fell to the ground like a heavy rain, dyeing the snow into a weird and terrifying scarlet.
Peter, who had regained control of his body, screamed. He didn't expect that he would get such a gift just after "waking up".
He endured the severe pain, held his remaining body, and continued to fly away.
Luo Fu stood there, looking at the sky, and saw the ice sword shattering and falling like rain, just like the white clouds in the sky were crushed by someone, and a white snow fell.
