Moody is down!
Mad-Eye Moody, who could make dark wizards flee just by his name, has fallen!
However, he was not knocked down by Maka's spell.
Just when the second blaze of the coma spell broke through the iron armor curse and burst out with dazzling light, and just when the third blaze of fire was about to hit him, Moody took advantage of the impact of the second blaze and took the initiative to fall down. Go down.
The third ray of fire almost passed by the tips of Moody's messy hair.
This thrilling blow failed!
However, falling to the ground in a battle is not terrible, but losing the rhythm of the battle is the most terrible thing.
Although Moody fell heavily on the stage, he did not show any hesitation. I saw him using his crutches and rolling around quickly.
"Split into pieces!"
The next second, the place where he was originally exploded, and sawdust flew everywhere for a while, making people feel terrified.
"You can use the silent spell, why do you have to recite it? Are you looking down on me?" At this time, Moody had already stood up and yelled at Maka with an unhappy look on his face.
Maka shrugged, and without saying a word, she waved her magic wand, and the thick planks that had just exploded immediately flew into the air, roaring towards Moody with the sound of wind.
"snort!"
Moody snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved the wand violently. The wooden boards exploded again, turning into more fine wood chips and spikes, which exploded towards Maka at a faster speed.
This fast-paced back-and-forth attack requires speed and reaction. If the other party is allowed time to add another spell, the other party will immediately fall into a passive position.
Moody's move of breaking it into pieces was obviously a means to restrict Maka from using movement to dodge attacks and break away from the fast pace. It can be seen that Moody is quite confident in his reflexes developed through years of fighting.
As for Maka, in fact, his combat experience is not too rich. However, his strength lies in his unusual ideas and highly targeted exercises.
Facing a fast attack, the average wizard's response is usually to counterattack countless wooden thorns in time, or simply rely on defensive spells to break away from this almost attrition rhythm as soon as possible.
But everyone was surprised to see that although Maka stretched out her wand, she did not cast any corresponding spell. To everyone, he seemed to be... in a daze
What is he going to do? Are you waiting to be nailed by those wooden spikes to make blood holes all over your body
Close! Closer! It was so close that no one could imagine that he could make any counterattack.
As the little wizards in the audience screamed, those extremely fast and terrifying wooden thorns were directly and densely nailed all over Maka's body. The remaining wooden thorns were accompanied by a series of fierce sounds, and they were scattered in patches. Stuck on the ground.
While everyone was in shock, Moody reacted very quickly. I saw his magic eye turning rapidly, and the pupils suddenly turned into the eye sockets.
And his feet were not idle either. Almost at the same time, he had already made a turn.
However, it was too late to react at this time. But he saw a shadow shaking behind him, and a wand gently rested on his shoulder.
There was another exclamation of surprise and shock, and the little wizards all exchanged their gazes between the "two" Macas. Soon, some students who responded quickly took the lead in understanding the situation and started communicating in a low voice.
"...The tactics are wonderful, and the transformation technique is even more superb... No wonder you invited Minerva to be your dance partner." Moody said coldly, "First use the high temperature of the flame to interfere with my magic eye, and then use the meticulous transformation technique and The sneak attack of the coma spell attracted my attention, so that I didn't realize that you had used the disillusionment spell to come behind me... "
"Because I found that Professor, you seem to have developed a dependence on the magic eye," Maka took away the wand and shrugged, "but to be honest, that thing is really a good thing! I think so. Very understanding!”
"But... I didn't say the battle was over!" Moody's wand suddenly stretched out from his armpit, and a ray of fire almost bloomed against Maka's chest.
With a loud explosion and fire splashing, an invisible stone slab showed an outline in front of Maka.
Maka smiled at Moody who turned around, then turned around without any damage under the other person's glare, and stood aside with a calm expression.
At the same time, the "other Maka" not far away distorted her figure, turned into a robe and fell down, and was called back to her hand by Maka with a wave of her wand.
"Ahem..." Moody coughed dryly and pointed his wand directly at the little wizards in the audience, "Have you seen it? In fact, the reason why the 'Three Unforgivable Curses' have become forbidden curses is entirely because of them Very evil... Including most other black magic, they will have immeasurable terrible effects on themselves and others! Because they will unknowingly erode the body, mind and even soul of the caster. And ordinary magic spells may not... "
While the little wizards were still in the exciting battle just now, Moody warned and guided everyone while the iron was hot, and also explained the battle in detail.
Although Moody only came to teach for one year at Dumbledore's invitation, it was more to protect the students. But when he was a professor, he was still very serious and responsible.
In his philosophy, everyone should rely on their own strength to protect themselves and even those around them, rather than relying on the strength of others to protect themselves.
After he had said everything he needed to say, the other three warriors practiced hard under Moody's "sparing training".
But it was obvious that Hermione was not in the right state. Moody had her wand knocked away several times, which caused the old man to scold her unceremoniously.
"Hey! Professor... just say a few words." Maka whispered.
Moody glared at him impatiently again, but did not continue to scold him.
Finally, the exchange class between the three schools ended with the young wizards taking turns to practice. It can be seen that this special class was very popular with everyone and the effect was indeed good.
Because of this, Moody's popularity among young wizards suddenly increased a lot.
As for Maka, who once again became famous in the communication class, she even more suspected that this was actually Dumbledore's idea. Could it be that Dumbledore really planned to train him to be the heir to the position of principal
Maka shuddered at the thought of being locked in the principal's office all day long dealing with various matters.
"... No matter how much it is, let's go get some sleep first!"
…
At night, in an alley in Hogsmeade Village.
"... Mr. McClain, do you really plan to go alone?" Tarino asked with a look of astonishment.
Tonight, Moody didn't come with him.
Perhaps, in his opinion, Maka is obviously good enough. And this test naturally turned into a mission assigned to him alone.
This is the first official mission after the reboot of "Order of the Phoenix".
That's right, the Order of the Phoenix, an organization that was founded by Dumbledore during the First Wizarding War and secretly accomplished many great things, has now been reactivated under the leadership of Dumbledore.
And Maka has also joined... well, been "joined" to this organization that was once unknown but bravely fought against Voldemort.
"I just went to explore the situation." Maka shrugged and said, "You don't have to go this time, just continue to help me keep an eye on the previous targets! To be honest, your side is the focus..."
"Of course, you have already paid the money, we must do a good job." Tarino said, and ran away without a trace.
No wonder he was there, the werewolf was really not easy to deal with. Even if you just sneak in to investigate, it will take a lot of effort.
Those wolf guys are very good at counter-reconnaissance, and once they discover something, their mobility is terrifyingly high. After all, they are all a group of violent thugs, but they should not be regarded as a group of huskies. Generally speaking, few people will find trouble on their own.
According to the intelligence obtained by Tarino, that group of werewolves are a different kind of ferocious people, and they are hiding in an underground bar in the Muggle world these days.
There are still a few days until the next full moon, and even if they transform, they won't be as powerful as the forced transformation during the full moon. For Maca, this is actually a good opportunity.
At this moment, while secretly complaining about his inability to apparate perfectly, he put on the Disillusionment Charm and flew to a busy city in London on his broomstick...
As for the citizens who love London's nightlife, different classes have different pleasures.
In Canada Street, North London, which is still bustling with entertainment at night, citizens who want to relax at night frequently hang out at the street night markets.
There are many food stalls along the old brick and cement walls, and various aromas mixed with the smell of alcohol shuttle freely between everyone's mouth and nose, tempting people to take out the pounds from their pockets again and again.
And on a smaller street next to this popular food street, the colorful neon lights flashed with tacky light pollution, dyeing everything on the street into a dim and distorted appearance.
What is more here is a row of consumption places that are only open at night to attract customers, and the unique obscure atmosphere here seems to lead everyone who mistakenly enters here into the abyss of corruption.
Maka came out from behind a low two-story building sideways, patted the Muggle clothes on her body, and then raised her head to observe the surroundings.
"Hey! Little brother, is this your first time here? Why not ask your sister to take you to some fun places?"
A strange smell of low-quality perfume came from behind Maka. The pungent smell made him feel as if he had returned to Snape's potion preparation room, familiar yet confusing.
"Sister... how much does your perfume... cost per bottle?" Maka asked without changing her expression.