Chapter 302 The Untraceable Back and the Bloody French Chrysanthemum

The white gauze skirt was flying among the ferocious throwing axes. Margaret had neither Tom's confidence in dodging, nor Nelson's quick and agile skill, nor Ludwig's indestructible defense—her dodge was Embarrassing, but this scene is undoubtedly beautiful in the eyes of the audience.

"It's like Snow White lost in the forest." This is the evaluation given by Sigmund. He seems to like this girl more than his own students.

The attack caused by her destroyed the absolutely safe passage built by Tom, and she could only continue to deform the things around her, hoping that they could block the throwing ax that was aimed at her.

But this kind of obstacle is undoubtedly powerless, just like trying to use a wooden shield to resist the charge of heavy cavalry. The humble martyr of the princess who trudges on.

Fortunately, although the ax blades were well protected, Margaret could always control the one closest to her, which added a canopy to her small boat that was struggling to support in the storm, even though the fisherman was already wet It's transparent, but at least you don't have to face the wind and rain.

The puff sleeve on the shoulder was cut at some point, and even hurt the skin. The injury was a bit serious. The bright red blood flowed down the arm, and the traces left spread down like the blood vessels of the gauze skirt, and finally appeared on the hem of the skirt. Leaves a circle of flame-like decorations everywhere.

Her face became even paler due to blood loss. Ironically, the only bright color on her whole body became the only bright color. When her beloved gauze dress became her burden, she got involved in the ax blade time and time again, desperately Margaret raised her wand, a flash of white light flashed, the hem of the long skirt was cut off with a knife, and fell to the ground, revealing two white and slender legs.

The discarded red dress was quickly picked up by passing axes and thrown into the steel forest. They hungrily groped for the blood-stained clothes, which were soon smashed to pieces, petal-like fragments floating around Flying, was captured and cut by the ax blade again and again, and finally became a fine rain of blood, pouring on Margaret's face.

She tore off another skirt and wrapped it around her shoulders. When the blood flowed out, she knew that she had failed and could not catch up with Tom anyway. The knights around her got up and fell down one by one. Unable to stop, Margaret thought of giving up. She stood there blankly, as if she had been frightened.

Until the fragments of the long skirt covered her eyes, these were the few fragments that were not soaked in blood, and the scene in front of her was covered with looming white, like a layer of fog.

fog?

Margaret's eyes became hollow, and her thoughts seemed to be drawn closer to the fog.

The blood-stained ax blade vibrated as if it had received some order, and the magic pattern hidden within it stirred up subtle magic power, and surrounded Margaret in the resonant sound waves of the ax blade.

Sigmund smiled, it was a happy smile.

The dense offensive around her frightened her. Margaret, who had been a stranger since she was a child, was still unable to master the real magic that belonged to a wizard. The nondescript talent brought her strength and made her study full of frustration and slack She has the confidence to face any powerful opponent, but there is nothing she can do about this continuous surprise attack. The illusory ax blades in front of her eyes are distorted and deformed, gradually turning into dragonfly-like silver machines, and the cold red one-eyed stares at her. .

Margaret felt a splitting headache. Everyone thought she performed well in the last level, but no one knew what happened to her after the lights were turned off.

Tom in the front repelled the "ding ding" of crossbow arrows with a spell, the rubbing sound of the devil's net climbing Ludwig's body behind him, and the death sound of the knights resisting the throwing axes all fell silent. Hallucinations appeared in front of her eyes, and a large amount of blood loss had made her psychic. In a daze, the figure of Nelson holding a long sword appeared in front of her.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"I--"

Margaret's body swayed, she felt dizzy for a while, but before the words were spoken, Nelson's face was replaced by Queenie Goldstein.

"Don't be afraid of it, I'm not even afraid of Grindelwald, why are you afraid of it?"

"It?" Margaret asked blankly.

"It belongs to you, my dear. Are you afraid of the fork you use for breakfast?" Queenie smiled lightly, holding the long sword tightly with both hands, raising her arms flat, and stabbed it towards her own with a smile on her face. heart.

"It has been with you since you were born. This talent is not the devil, chaos, or alien like others say. What kind of person you want to be depends on yourself... Disaster is coming, dear Yes, you are talented, I don't want your personality to be destroyed by anyone, I don't want you to fall into the hands of those who once controlled me."

Queenie repeated what she said to Margaret in the Biscuit Castle, these dots of memories gradually emerged in Margaret's mind, Queenie's face disappeared, and the face of the suicide figure in front of her was gradually replaced by Nelson, The gears of the sharp blade in his hand turned, and the dense grinding of the gears scattered the sound waves around Margaret, and the seemingly absent magic power also became subtle due to the fading of the sound waves.

"Are you afraid of me?" Nelson's bright smile was dripping with blood, his chest heaved violently like a bellows, but fantasy couldn't feel pain, and he kept repeating like a phonograph with a stuck disc, "You Afraid of me? Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of me?..."

Margaret raised her hand, rubbed her temples, raised her head, and met Nelson's eyes in her heart. They were a pair of eyes that could swallow everything like the sea, but she was no longer nervous.

"I'm afraid, Mr. Williams, I'm really afraid of you," Margaret raised her injured arm. The pain made her face tremble, but she endured it after all. She took Nelson's hands and pushed hard. , the long sword sank into Nelson's chest, "But I'm afraid of too many things... too many things, I have to face it, don't I?"

"That makes sense." Nelson, who is logically dead, nodded and said, "To be honest, I'm a little glad I didn't agree to your dance partner invitation. That day I saw that your brother's leather shoes were trampled out of shape."

"Hehe." Margaret held the hilt of the sword and turned it around. Nelson gradually turned into a cloud of mist and dissipated in the air. She murmured, "Thank you, Mr. Williams."

From the audience's point of view, Margaret was only blindfolded by a piece of rag, and then she tore off the piece of cloth, as if she was a different person, raised her wand with firm eyes, and slashed down hard.

All the fragments scattered on the ground trembled, and armored knights climbed out of them. They held heavy shields, and they didn't care about their own casualties at all, covering the princess's evacuation.

Different from before, the first knights had a dead air on them, as if they were doing futile work, but the reason why these newcomers went forward was because their masters regained the brilliance in their eyes.

Under the cover of the knights, Margaret rushed out of the ax formation. Although she suffered several wounds, although the white gauze skirt on her body had turned into a red one-piece skirt, and although she looked in a state of distress, she finally Still came out.

"It's really poignant, but effective." Seeing the startled Margaret suddenly wake up, Sigmund frowned and shook his head, but his brows quickly relaxed, showing an indifferent and curious smile, and commented, " Wonder if the girl would have made the choice if those lumbering cavalrymen had been replaced by her mediocre companions?"

"I don't know, Sigmund," Constance said flatly, "but I know that if you don't abstain from the referee, Mr. Kant will be strangled to death by the devil's net."

"Really?" Sigmund stared at Margaret obsessively, leaving a little space in his eyes for the students who didn't have him, "There is no abstention in the Triwizard Tournament."

"But he's dying!"

"Really?" Sigmund waved his hand, and said in a flat tone, "If you die, you will die. The students I brought to Hogwarts are eager to become warriors, and even more eager to die in the arena."

"You just—"

Constance wanted to call for him to abstain, and she no longer knew what words to use to describe Sigmund at this moment.

"What's more, if he dies, it means that he is not at the same level as the other two," Sigmund shrugged, and glanced at Sigmund, who had been entangled by the devil's net and couldn't see clearly, "Of course , it’s the same if you lose.”

"Sigmund," Dumbledore finally said, "Mr. Kant is not because of inferior skills, but because of force majeure. His order of appearance and character have caused this scene. He has not even shown his true strength. , I can't imagine how a person under the petrification curse should face the devil's net."

"Really?" Sigmund tilted his head to Dumbledore's side and said, "Okay then."

Just when Sigmund was about to abstain from the game, the situation on the field changed suddenly. Tom turned into a black smoke and flew over with a "swish" after stopping all the ballistas with one blow. In front of him, the victory was already at his fingertips, and he still didn't look back. The opponent's progress was meaningless to him. Strangely, Tom looked very unhappy with his face on his shoulders.

In this game, Tom took advantage of Ludwig's character of being an upright person, found the frequency of the throwing axe, and shook dozens of magic-blessed crossbow beds, which were used by the former administrator to catch Peeves After the strengthening and rebuilding of the level by the organizing committee, it still didn't hurt him at all. Of course, except for the two half-cut hairs, Tom, who cherishes the hair because he values ​​​​the image, even named them. He was a little annoyed.

Except for the plain ballista level, he didn't even use magic much, and his coat is still spotless. He didn't show explosive strength like Margaret, nor was he as active as Ludwig. The audience understood , His level has surpassed the limit that this level can test - the commentator is even more convinced of this.

Tom was not in a hurry to fiddle with the bell jar, but bent down and planted his wand on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Nelson's expression was so wonderful that he almost wrote the words "You copied me? You copied me!" written all over his face.

Tom was very satisfied with this action, his stinky face looked better, and a line of fire spread from his feet to his back, passed through the well-formed crossbow bed, and slowly pushed back.

Margaret, who had just crossed the mountains of knives and flames, found that her opponent was already standing at the finish line showed a bitter smile. She turned around and faced the flying ax in front of her, using the blade of the ax as a mirror, she moved gracefully. He took care of his hair. In a sense, he was the same as Ludwig who was bound by the devil's net. What's the difference between the third place who started to mess up the track?

She felt the temperature of the slowly approaching flames, waved her wand lightly, and the two sparks with slender tail flames swirled around each other and flew towards Ludwig.

"It seems that you don't need to abstain, Sigmund," Constance snorted coldly, "Both Sagan and Riddle understand the meaning of the game and the value of life better than you."

Sigmund shrugged noncommittally.

"Actually, they don't need their help."

"What did you say?"

"I suggest you not to underestimate the warriors I have selected." Sigmund pointed to the devil's net that suddenly became active, "Albus, can't you imagine how a person who has been cursed with petrification should face the devil's net? Now it is."

The audience's attention was attracted by Tom's line of fire and Margaret's fire, but they didn't notice that the cocoon entangled by the devil's net was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

BOOM!

There was a loud bang, and several pieces of wall skin were shaken from the ceiling.

The blazing fire burst out from the devil's net, and several herbal medicine experts shook their heads. In the thick gunpowder, Ludwig, who was naked from the upper body and covered with wounds pierced by the devil's net, stood staggeringly. When he got up, he opened his mouth, and the scorching breath spewed out from his mouth. The hideous wounds on his body were temporarily sealed by the high temperature. Only the whites of his eyes remained, and wings suddenly sprouted from his back. , he ejected and rushed into the flying bushes.

But tragedies cannot create heroes every time. Ludwig advanced half way with his tenacious defense, but because he lost consciousness and could not dodge in time, he was hit by a throwing ax and fell to the ground. Eat this disrespectful fellow.

Margaret raised her hand, but the soldiers couldn't get in at all.

Feeling the change, Tom turned around, saw this scene, raised his wand without hesitation, and shouted, "Sagan! Get down!"

Margaret subconsciously lay on the ground, and seeing a hole made by a knight in front of her, she rolled on the spot and hid in it.

In the next second, a black light beam that was almost as thick as the entire corridor rushed out from Tom's wand. It silenced all colors and covered all sounds. The top of Margaret's head filled everyone's eyes.