Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

Seeing the building in his hand shattered into pieces, Beamon was stunned, as if he didn't expect the randomly selected weapon to be so fragile. He turned his head and looked elsewhere, trying to find a more suitable one.

Crazy-Eyes Moody took advantage of this opportunity to appear from the void, cast a spell, and the green magic light shot directly at the corner of Beamon's eyes.

A thick green light flashed past, it was the Killing Curse that could directly attack the soul!

This time, Mad-Eye Moody, who is a staunch opponent of black magic, used the forbidden spell of the magic world in front of everyone.

Swish, the speed of the spell was like a gust of wind, and it came to Bimon in the blink of an eye.

And Beamon in the field also felt that this spell was different from the previous one, and instinctively dodged.

But the speed of the curse was very fast, and Beamon didn't dodge. The curse hit its eyebrows, scorching a large area, and the skin touched by the curse turned into dry and cracked black charcoal.

Immediately afterwards, Beamon's painful roar came, "Ho~", the roaring sound spread across half of London, which attracted the attention of many people in the distance.

"What happened over there?"

"It seems that Beamon was injured!!"

Behemoth covered his forehead, only feeling that there was a bug biting his soul at his eyebrows, and there was continuous severe pain.

Damn little bug!

Its eyes were red with anger, and after a scan, it finally found Mad-Eyes Moody, this ugly little bug was still smiling, as if making fun of it.

damn it!

It's going to kill this little bug!

It didn't look for a weapon anymore, its huge palm slammed out, and with wind pressure, it rushed towards Mad-Eyes Moody.

The sharp wind whistling made Moody shudder. Fortunately, he was prepared. He threw the magic robe behind him, turned over decisively and rode on the broomstick, like a heroic knight, heading towards the direction opposite to the center of London. direction to fly.

"Disgusting bug, come after me!" Mad-Eyes Moody rolled his round fake eyes, laughed in an old voice, and sucked up enough firepower.

"Roar~"

Beamon hesitated for a moment, looked back at the dense crowd in the center of London, and at the crazy-eyed Moody who had been clamoring. This little bug!

It finally made up its mind, decided to violate the original order given by its master to attack humans, turned around and chased after Mad-Eye Moody.

The battle of one man and one beast ended in just a few seconds, which surprised the surrounding Aurors who hadn't had time to make a move. They didn't realize it until they were awakened by Beamon's roar.

This guy, Alastor, actually used a forbidden spell!

And it's a public place!

He is a staunch opponent of black magic!

According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, this kind of behavior will be imprisoned in Azkaban and imprisoned for life! This guy really dares to do it.

However, it seems that the effect of the Killing Curse is not bad, and it even injured Beamon!

The rest of the Aurors had different thoughts, thinking about whether to use the forbidden spell to attack Beamon. After all, the situation in London is getting worse and worse. If there is no way to check and balance Beamon, the Muggles in central London will not be enough. time transfer.

And even if the Ministry of Magic settles the score after the fall, with Mad-Eyes Moody carrying it, I believe they will not be punished too severely.

Just when they were hesitating, what happened in the distance completely relieved them. They saw Dumbledore holding a magic wand in front of a Beamon, and the monstrous green magic fire roared out, wrapping around Beamon's body .

Under the blessing of Dumbledore's huge magic power, Fiendfire, which burns everything, quickly spread throughout Beamon's body. Beamon's hard skin was quickly carbonized under the burning of Fiendfire, emitting thick black smoke.

Looking at Beamon who was distorted in the flames, Dumbledore frowned. Although Fiendfire could indeed cause a lot of damage to Beamon, the magic power consumed to maintain such a large range of Fiendfire is not a small amount. In a short moment, his magic power was almost bottomed out.

With a body as big as Beamon, even relying on Fiendfire, he couldn't burn it out in a few minutes, and his magic power couldn't last for so long.

"I have to use this thing." Sighing and muttering, Dumbledore took out the exquisite cloud bomb, and after making sure that there were no crowds around, he quickly threw it into Fiendfire.

The next moment, he used apparition to run several kilometers away.

Although he has never used this thing before, when that child used it, he had seen its power.

It's better to hide away and be safer.

Soon, Dumbledore realized that his careful actions were indeed right. The cloud bomb thrown into Fiendfire exploded quickly, and the white alchemical substance rose up to fully fuse with Fiendfire at a height of 100 meters. It expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye like taking Shiquan tonic.

Green flames mixed with billowing black smoke rose into the sky, like a peony flower in full bloom, dazzling and dazzling.

The flames came first, followed by thunderous explosions, and the shrill screams came from Beamon's mouth. Starting from Beamon, the ruins and rocks within several miles around were instantly emptied, accompanied by surging waves. Facing the scorching temperature, it drove towards the distance like an overwhelming sandstorm.

After a long time, the dust dissipated, and sporadic green fiery flames adhered to a small amount of material and continued to burn. In the distance, the remnant of a 100-meter-long Beamon lay lying in a pothole on the ground. The original green hair and skin had long been scorched black. charcoal cover.

It opened its mouth, and hot air rose from it. Judging from its slightly shaking upper and lower jaws and undulating chest, this Behemoth still has a weak breath.

Seeing this scene, Dumbledore had to lament that this legendary creature is indeed tenacious, and it can still survive this kind of explosion.

At present, it seems that Fiendfire combined with cloud bombs is indeed a sharp weapon against Beamon, but it is necessary to control the explosion range when using it.

At this moment, Voldemort, who was hiding in the void in the distance, looked at Leviathan beside him and said with a smile: "It seems that they have found a way to deal with these Beamons, and your plan seems to have failed."

Leviathan's face was a little ugly, and he could hear Voldemort's sarcasm, but he was really afraid of the explosion just now.

If he is within the core range of the explosion, even he cannot be spared.

Sure enough, the natives of this world should not be underestimated. It would be bad if the boat capsized in the gutter.

Looking at Voldemort, Leviathan said seriously: "My methods are more than these. As for those Beamon, they are just some playthings, and if you want to get what you want, you can't just talk here. I need to see your actual actions, you must know that these people who are currently dead are far from enough to refine the divinity of bleeding."

Voldemort, who is extremely strong and talented, still needs to be wooed, and as long as there is something he can't refuse, he is not afraid of being disobedient.

"Of course, I will do my best to help you." Hearing Leviathan's words, Voldemort's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled, not knowing what was going on in his heart.