Chapter 1832

The fire swirled in the fog, the cooking ground stirred the air flow, the rolling heat wave surged, and the baking seemed to distort the space.

This battle is probably the most dangerous battle Harry and his party have encountered since they set foot in England.

"Boom!"

Another large flame burst from the body of the lava corpse. The blazing heat without dead corners forced Harry to retreat again. The Gryffindor sword, no matter how sharp, is useless if it can't cut people.

On the other hand, Neville's patron saint of the lion was not afraid of the flame. He was bathed in the sea of fire and was still jumping up and down to fight with the living corpse. Several times, he was smashed by the other party's heavy fist wrapped in fire, which was repaired by Neville, who was beside Mr. brova.

Although Neville looked a little pale at the moment, he should not be unable to hold on for a while.

At the same time, while supporting the magic barrier to resist the incoming fire, Mr. brova controlled the earth and stone colossus to guard the team, so that the injured Ron and Ginny and Hannah who took care of him could be safe and sound.

It seemed that although the lava corpse was powerful and even mastered the rules, it could not hurt them further for the time being.

However, such continued entanglement obviously can not make Harry and others get rid of this stalemate. On the contrary, they will be dragged here.

The ancient city of Winchester is clearly behind. It is naturally worth going in and exploring the situation nearby. However, they can't get away.

This feeling made Harry feel very bad.

"Boom -"

Perhaps because Harry had hurt it with a sword before, the lava corpse was obviously on high alert to Harry. Whenever Harry came near, it would explode the wall of fire and force him back. It would never let him come near him.

When Harry retreated again, his right hand unconsciously clenched the handle of the sword again, and his heart had considered the intention of letting go of the war to destroy the other party in one fell swoop.

"Ron, you have to hold on... Just one sword, one sword!"

He muttered in his heart that his hand had suddenly raised the sword. As soon as Neville and Ginny in the rear saw it, they hurried to let Ron and Hannah get ready together.

But just then, several flame streams suddenly came out from the side, and suddenly wound around the lava corpse in the surprised sight of Harry, brova and others.

Yes, it's also a fire, but it's a black fire!

Neville, who was entangled with the corpse, was almost affected because the patron saint was too close to each other. Fortunately, he quickly turned the Silver Lion away, so he didn't get involved together.

But even so, he still felt a rather strong spiritual impact from those black flames.

The next moment, when the black flame suddenly swallowed the corpse, the two figures suddenly appeared from the position where the black flame had just escaped. It can be seen that the two of them also swing in the same black flame. While moving rapidly, they are like two black meteors.

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, the two men went hand in hand and rushed to the lava corpse surrounded by the black flame. They both punched straight out and knocked the corpse upside down.

Harry, who had been waiting for the opportunity, saw that although the strength of the visitor was also a threat to him, the other party seemed to ignore his existence.

After thinking about it, he simply took his sword and stepped back to the team.

"What's that?" Hannah, half holding Ron, said to herself.

"I don't know," said Harry, looking ahead through the fog, "but... I think I've seen something like this -"

He hesitated for a moment before continuing:

"By the way, it's Voldemort... Remember? Voldemort had a group of men called 'black dead' by Maka at that time. They looked like this - they were wrapped in black flames. They were amazing and terrible."

"I remember when you said that," Ginny nodded. "Voldemort himself was like this in Lockhart's performance... But didn't Voldemort die long ago?"

"Yes!" Harry frowned. "And you see, these two are more powerful than Voldemort's black dead - those black dead wouldn't use this black flame to attack."

When he said this, blova said:

"In addition to Voldemort, I have seen similar black flames in the hands of two other people. That is halbo... And Mr. McLean."

"... Maka."

Harry heard him mention it and could not help repeating it in a low voice.

Obviously, since the lava corpse was also made by Haier Bo, he must have no reason to send another wave of men to fight it again. It seems that there is only Maka except halbo?

While they were talking, the two guys with black flames had also fought with the lava corpse for a moment.

After the first two punches of the former blew away the corpse, there were obviously several more cracks in the other party's chest, and there were still black flames different from his own red flame. But at the same time, it also began to fight back.

The very straightforward high-temperature flame can only be described by the word "rough". Unlike black flame, which is more aimed at the soul, it is pure physical damage.

To tell the truth, as long as the other party still has an entity, it is bound to undergo a test of fire.

Two black flame men were walking around the lava corpse. Although they were not afraid of the residual sea of fire on the ground, they were obviously unwilling to resist the higher temperature flame directly generated from the corpse. Therefore, the two can only evade and launch an attack at the same time.

But at least they are better at fighting in this flame environment than Harry in his normal state. The lava corpse not only can't get the upper hand, but also more and more black flames are attached to him over time.

Finally, when it sent out two whip like flames again and was flexibly avoided by the two black flame people, Harry and brova saw that it seemed to be out of strength and paused a little.

It was this short pause that made them seize the opportunity and seize its two strong arms like a rock.

"Click -"

Two crisp sounds sounded almost at the same time, the two arms of the lava corpse were unloaded, and a large amount of orange magma was sprayed out from the section in an instant.

"Bang!"

The lava corpse stepped on the ground, retreated wildly, and then rushed into the deep fog in the distance. The gurgling lava dropped on the ground, emitting black smoke, leaving two clear marks.

"Potter, let's go!" brova said decisively.