Chapter 518 The Creditor Arrives

"【God's Edge Without Shadow】"

"Professor Snape" opened and closed his lips slightly, and quickly chanted a spell like a viper spitting out its tongue. The magic wand swept from the lower right to the upper left, and three invisible blades burst out one after another, with a sharp but subtle buzzing sound. One shot straight at Loren's chest, and the other two blocked his left and right retreat.

"The speed is too fast, and the Apparition may be forced to split..."

Loren's pupils shrank slightly, and the crystal blue light quickly covered his eyes. The magic wand in his hand turned back and pointed at himself. A touch of soft but swift magic power instantly enveloped his whole body, and the whole person became light and fluttering. Without any movement of his legs, he seemed to float upwards in the air like a ghost.

Three invisible blades fell on the floor of the abandoned classroom, leaving three smooth cracks.

Just before he stood firm in the air, two golden spells came and flew past his hair on both sides. Only then did he hear Professor Snape's mocking voice: "[Golden Bell Upside Down]"

Less than three minutes into the duel practice, Loren's back was already sweating. He had no time to perform the familiar Transfiguration and Armor Charm. If Professor Snape hadn't let him off for the purpose of practice, he might have been hung in the air.

I thought that Professor Snape had been concentrating on studying potions for many years, and his actual combat level was weaker than Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. I didn't expect that the powerful black magic would be more difficult to deal with with these trivial little evil spells.

"Professor Snape" continued to attack, and a series of tongue-locking and throat-sealing curses did not give him any breathing space. There was an extremely short gap between the spells, and the invisible sharp blade was ready at any time, just waiting for the moment when Loren showed a flaw.

Loren's pores shrank slightly, while dealing with these disgusting little evil spells, while analyzing the current situation.

This "Professor Snape" used the spells he created with ease. His speed of casting and switching was even comparable to Professor Flitwick's. He also controlled the rhythm of the duel very carefully...

He had to take the initiative. Loren secretly made up his mind not to compete with him in the connection and application of spells.

He waved his wand horizontally, and dense flames suddenly gushed out. Without the help of any firewood, it was suspended in the air and burned fiercely. The continuous small evil spells sank into the flames, as if they were sunk into the bottomless abyss, and failed to stir up any waves.

Even the subsequent God's Edge Shadowless Curse only wiped out the sporadic flames, and the broken gaps were quickly filled up by the continuous flames.

"Lieffire? No, not Lieffire..."

"Professor Snape" had an interested look on his face. He thought Loren was going to use his specialty Lieffire again, but he didn't expect Loren to give him a new surprise. Although the flame in front of him was equally powerful enough to burn everything it touched, it did not have the greed of Lieffire's wanton spread, and its core was more stable.

Just like... Dumbledore's fire shield.

"Professor Snape" narrowed his eyes slightly, guessing that he was inspired by the fight between Dumbledore and Voldemort that night. While he was amazed, his hands did not stop at all, and he poured out spells more frequently, even rolling up the gravel on the ground and throwing it over.

The surging flames accepted everything, whether it was black magic or small evil spells, they were all burned into nothingness, and the gravel was burned to ashes.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"..."

The attack and defense game lasted for nearly half an hour. "Professor Snape" finally noticed something was wrong, retracted the wand that kept releasing spells, and asked in confusion: "Are you going to keep wasting like this?"

Loren put away the flame and sighed, and smiled helplessly: "It's not that I plan to waste, but I can't control this fire as I want."

The light flashed, and Flamel, who had returned to his original appearance, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Oh, you could control the Fiendish Flame before, why is the more gentle flame after adjustment more difficult to control? ? "

"Before, the fierce fire could expand quickly. Every place covered by the fire domain had enough flames for me to use. Now that it has been stripped and restricted the spread of the flames, it is more difficult to control. "

"So that's it..." Flamel nodded thoughtfully, "Nico has encountered similar problems before. Alchemy must carefully control the temperature when smelting metals. Perhaps you can refer to relevant research..."

"So that's it... Compared with directly controlling the flames, controlling the injected magic power can better guide the flames..."

...

In the early morning, the sky gradually brightened.

The sunlight passed through the narrow gap in the curtains, casting a thin golden beam. As the sun rose, the beam moved little by little to Loren's cheek. The dazzling discomfort penetrated his eyelids, and his long eyelashes began to blink gently, indicating that the sleeping boy was gradually waking up.

Immediately afterwards, a short and thin figure came to the window and quietly closed the curtains.

"Xiaomai, Shanshan?" Loren had already woken up, and there was a flash of doubt in his eyes, which were still sleepy. "Why are you here?"

"I...she...we..." Xiaomai, who was wearing a white short-sleeved dungaree, pinched the curtain in her hand, feeling a little guilty for disturbing Mr. Morgan's sleep.

Another house elf in a small skirt stared at Loren with two big tennis-ball eyes in the dim light, and a tear rolled down her pointed nose.

"Mr. Crouch has passed away, and Loren Morgan left school during the vacation." Twinkle whispered sadly, "But Twinkle has reached an agreement with Loren Morgan. As long as Twinkle fulfills the agreement as required, Mr. Morgan agrees to let her I met Mr. Crouch again and helped Twinkle return to the Crouch family. But now, everything is impossible..."

Loren sat up from the bed, blinked a few times, and sighed secretly, forgetting that this happened... But he had no intention of letting Twinkle return to Crouch's house in the first place.

"Don't cry yet, Twinkle." Loren pinched his eyebrows tiredly, with a hint of probing, "Do you really want to go back to Crouch's house, or to the house of some other wizard, day and night? Do you want to do housework and serve them in return?”

Shining's lips trembled, her eyes filled with tears again, and Loren's heart suddenly jumped.

"Winky...Winky doesn't know." The house elf shook his body, and his ugly head kept swinging from side to side, so fast that Loren worried that the slender neck would break at any time, "Winky wants to stay in Hog Watts, but Winky misses Mr. Crouch and Master Barty, and Winky is worried about them..."

"Fortunately, it's not completely hopeless..." Loren took a breath and thought seriously for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, "Since you miss them, go back and take a look."

"Go back and take a look?"