Chapter 128 Luo Fu, Please Put Away Your Magical Powers!

The originally hot and unbearable plain was completely frozen in just a few minutes, like a permafrost that never melts.

The hot mist also turned into hail and fell to the ground, and snowflakes fell, making the wasteland white again.

Rolf was like a child who was afraid of poverty. He was thrifty on weekdays, but now he suddenly became rich, so he began to spend retaliatory and squandered the majestic magic.

Even the manor with spring all year round was affected.

The towering ancient trees fell with branches and leaves, and a snow-white waterfall in the manor that fell from a high place was instantly frozen, like an icicle hanging under the eaves.

Standing in the room, even leaning against the fireplace, Nico felt cold hands and feet, and his joints and bones began to ache, as if bitten by ants.

He smiled bitterly and wanted Rolf to...quickly put away his "magic power"!

Weather spells are extremely advanced and complex magic. Newt's box, for example, uses this spell extensively to create a suitable living environment for different magical creatures.

Nico hasn't seen such a level of weather change as Rolf's for many years.

Of course, Rolf took advantage of the situation. He absorbed the magic power in the manor to create such a large-scale snowfield.

But in the final analysis, it was because he mastered this magic that he could achieve excellent results.

Looking at Rolf fighting Voldemort through the huge glass ball, Nico sighed from the bottom of his heart. Rolf, who was fourteen years old, was really a genius that was difficult to predict with common sense.

Dumbledore back then seemed to be far inferior.

Standing behind the magic barrier, Rolf looked at the black python formed by the Fiery Fire Curse.

It was originally tens of meters long, but now it has been worn down to a smaller size, like a candle with a flickering light, swaying in the wind and snow, flickering, no longer as terrible as before.

The young man raised his wand, and several rays of light burst up, passing through the flames, cutting the black python into two, four, eight, and sixteen.

The devil's flames shattered into pieces, shattered like heavy rain, and sprinkled on the ground. From a distance, it looked like flowers blooming on the snowfield.

Rove put his two fingers together, shouted "rise", and then gently wiped it, and a more than one-meter-long ice dragon rose from the ground.

After circling in the air, it was wrapped in the falling snowflakes, and its body became larger and larger, and soon its wingspan reached more than ten meters.

Rove took off and rushed towards Voldemort.

On the snowfield, the frozen ice withered, and the ice broke with a bang.

Voldemort broke through the ice, shaking off countless ice blocks on his body, and the debris fell like snow!

Rove stood on top of the ice dragon, the breeze blowing on his face, the handsome boy became more and more handsome, he stood with his hands behind his back, smiled condescendingly:

"Tom, you can only go here, not beyond!"

Voldemort looked at Scamander, his eyes were a little dazed, he suddenly remembered that he was also so high-spirited fifty years ago.

The Dark Lord said slowly: "Scamander, I suddenly don't want to kill you!"

Rove narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"I want to make you into an alchemical puppet with consciousness... play with you day and night."

"..."

I didn't expect the Dark Lord to be a puppet control, playing with it enough.

Voldemort raised his wand and waved it casually, and in a flash, he built a wall of ice several meters thick.

Rove stomped his feet, and the ice dragon under his feet opened its mouth, and dozens of huge ice cones spit out of thin air. They were arranged in order, tilted and shot towards the ice wall, and fiercely inserted into it.

Cracks appeared in the thick ice wall, and soon it fell to the ground like a huge piece of glass, shattering and scattering, with a cracking sound that pierced the eardrums.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and he lightly raised his wand, summoning a silver shield from the air to block 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 became much lighter, but it was still stable, and the ice dragon was pressed against its head, unable to move forward at all, so it had to crash down, and opened a deep trench on the ground.

Rolf and Voldemort, facing each other.

There was magic in his eyes, and he was about to use the basilisk's death gaze, but he found that Voldemort had already asked Peter to close his eyes.

When he attached himself to the back of Quirrell's head, he was tricked by this trick, which led to his head being stepped on... The same trick cannot be used twice against the Dark Lord!

Voldemort had a cold smile on his face and said hoarsely: "Scamander, are you really determined to stop me?"

"Stop you?" Rolf stood on the back of the ice dragon, shook his head, and corrected: "Wrong, I want to kill you and Peter!"

"You are worthy?!" Voldemort raised his wand and said sternly: "Avada Kedavra!"

Rolf jumped up and dodged the killing curse, but the ice dragon was not so lucky.

It was hit by the green light, like porcelain hit by a hammer, first there were bursts of crisp cracking sounds, and then there were countless cracks.

The ice dragon shattered with a bang, and countless small pieces of ice splashed in all directions. Those ice blocks hit the ground and exploded into countless holes.

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Rolf floated in the air, he raised his magic wand high, pointed it at the sky, and shouted:

"Ice and Snow Blade!"

The wind and snow in the sky suddenly stagnated and stopped, and the fluttering snowflakes condensed into ice, tilting like thousands of sword blades in an instant.

"Fall!"

Rolf waved his wand downwards, and the flying snow, as dense as migratory locusts, quickly circled around the young man, then headed straight towards Voldemort with a chilling air of ice...

Cull away!

Voldemort chanted a spell quickly, and rich scarlet blood oozed from Peter's palm and flew into his mouth.

Peter gasped, and soon black mist poured 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 splattered 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 Peter's body.

He looked at the dark sky and flew away into the distance without hesitation, 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 sideways, 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 an eerie 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.

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