The strength of the Black Death Apostles is related to the original magic power of the creature, so the strength of each Black Death Apostle is different. Among the Black Deaths that Maka was dealing with, the strongest was the big man who appeared at the beginning.
If Maka guessed correctly, this guy whose speed and strength were much higher than other Black Deaths should be the werewolf Leni wanted to "meet"—Fenrir Greyback.
As one of the magical creatures, werewolves possess magical powers that are completely different from those of wizards. But there is no doubt that, like other magical creatures, they contain a unique magic power within their bodies.
That is the source of their power and the source of energy required for transformation.
As for Fenrir Greyback, as the most notorious werewolf today, his magical power obviously far exceeds that of other companions.
But even so, when facing a wizard like Maka who has mastered the power of rules, his shortcomings quickly became apparent.
"wipe out."
After an indifferent growl, the opponent burst out at an astonishing speed in an instant, and the black energy all over his body pulled out a long tail in mid-air, rushing straight towards Maka's front.
Maka waved her wand, and the extremely cold air spread again. He himself stepped on the magic book and dodged slightly to the side, using his extremely quick reaction to avoid the opponent's impact.
The next moment, blue light flashed on his wand again, and the beam of light spurted out and flew towards the opponent's back quickly.
Fenrir's senses were very keen, and his natural combat intuition made him suddenly rise two feet, narrowly avoiding Maka's counterattack.
However, he didn't shy away completely.
White frost spread on his calves, the cooling effect continued to spread, and even the black air on his body seemed to have faded a bit.
But Fenrir didn't seem to be aware of it. He relied on the Black Death's flying ability and kept moving at high speed to avoid the upward pursuit of the light beam.
After a few seconds, the light beam dissipated, and Fenrir immediately retreated.
The rest of the Black Deaths were still attacking Maka as if they were desperate for their lives. Although their attacks could be said to be unorganized, their fearless and crazy posture made up for the shortcomings.
Fenrir obviously got an invisible cover.
He stayed in mid-air, his head covered by black air lowered slightly, as if he was looking at the injury on his calf.
No, it's not just the calves.
The pale frost was constantly eroding, and had spread to his thighs, and was still climbing up.
"give up."
Fenrir pointed his fingers together into a knife and suddenly dropped it.
Under the unusually strong force, one leg was cut off almost completely. However, no blood seeped out from the wound, only the continuously churning black energy lingered around it.
The leg fell from mid-air, and the part that had been swallowed up by the white color fell into ice shards with a crack under the impact of the fall.
Immediately afterwards, Fenrir, who seemed to be unaware, suddenly raised his head and stared at Maka in front of him.
"wipe out."
Before he finished speaking, he burst out at a speed that was slightly faster than before, almost turning into a black straight line crossing the air.
"Well?"
Maka frowned slightly, stepped aside again, accurately drew a half circle with the wand in his hand, and moved a few feet to the side with the force of his impact.
But at this moment, an inexplicably powerful force suddenly appeared from the side of Maka. He was still an ordinary Black Death disciple, and an astonishing wave of magic power broke out in an instant.
"Voldemort?"
This timing was indeed extremely accurate, it was the moment when Maka used her strength to dodge.
However, a group of black flames suddenly surged up, turning into a black fireball and hitting Maka's back with great force, which contained extremely terrifying power.
Maka was in a state of "concentration", but no matter how fast her reaction speed was, it was in vain if her body couldn't keep up.
He only had time to lift the wand behind him, and ice-blue light flowed behind him, transforming into a crystal clear shield.
But under the impact of the menacing black fireball, cracks appeared in the shield almost instantly, and then Maka was suddenly smashed to the ground under a huge impact.
"Voldemort doesn't even want to lose face anymore?"
Only such a thought flashed through his mind, and the next moment, he was knocked into the stone steps on the ground without any tricks, stirring up countless stone chips and dust.
"Hmph, hum, hahaha...McLean!"
In mid-air, Voldemort, who had been disguised as an ordinary Black Death disciple, waved away the black energy all over his body, revealing his true face.
"Taste the taste of death!"
He obviously had no intention of letting go of this opportunity to pursue the victory. As soon as he spoke, he rushed towards the rock pit created by Maka again, and a ball of intense black flame ignited in his hand.
"boom!"
Voldemort condensed black flames in his palm, and struck it down with a particularly violent attitude in mid-air near the stone pit. The black flames instantly turned into a flaming meteor, and suddenly landed in the center of the stone pit.
Then there was a violent explosion, and black flames exploded with the stone pit as the center.
The terrifying power of this blow caused the entire hall to shake slightly, and even a piece of dust fell rustlingly from the ceiling.
"First you, then Dumbledore... Oh, and that Lockhart! After I finish you off one by one, who else in the British wizarding world will be my opponent?"
Although he spoke arrogantly, Voldemort's eyes were still staring at the dusty stone pit, and a black flame once again condensed in his palms.
He couldn't be careless about the kid in front of him.
quiet! Very quiet! As if Maka was really dead, there was no movement.
After a while, the smoke and dust in the stone pit gradually settled, and Voldemort's expression suddenly became stiff.
In the deep pit filled with stone debris, there was not even a single figure!
"How can it be?"
He narrowed his eyes and kept wandering inside and outside the stone pit, scanning every inch of space in the hall, but still found nothing.
"come out!"
Voldemort suddenly waved out the black flames in his hand, sweeping through the entire hall like a hurricane, and the roaring sound could not be heard for a while.
But when the black flames rolled through the arch in the center of the hall, more than half of it was immediately missing.
Voldemort looked at the seemingly ordinary arch with surprised eyes. The black curtains were still fluttering gently, without any damage.
At this moment, a beam of ice-blue light shot out from Voldemort's right rear, and the biting cold air caused a layer of snow-white frost to form wherever it passed.
Voldemort's expression suddenly tightened, and a layer of lingering black energy rose up all over his body, suddenly flying up. But before he could fly high, he was hit by the beam of light.
The black energy around him immediately dissipated a lot, and his whole body was hit against the wall by the impact.
It was at this moment that the wall he hit suddenly turned into a giant hand, gripping Voldemort's body tightly and swinging it for half a circle, and then threw him fiercely towards the arch.
The giant hand turned from black rock was very powerful. With just such a flick, Voldemort flew towards the black curtain on the arch at an extremely fast speed.
Three more feet... two feet... one foot...
In just the blink of an eye, Voldemort was almost touching the strange black curtain!
"Bang!"
Perhaps it was just a few inches off. Voldemort reacted in time and decisively turned into a puff of black energy, which dissipated the moment he was about to touch the forbidden object.
At the other end of the hall, Maka stood with a hunched back among the ruins of stones and dust, holding on to the damaged stone steps with one hand, and still holding the wand steadily without any trembling with the other hand.
He shook his head with a little regret, and then the wand lit up again, and the tip of the wand was pointing at the last Black Death apostle abandoned by Voldemort—Fenrir Greyback.
At the same time, Fenrir, who had not made any movement, turned his head slightly, and then, as if he had received some order, he leapt into a ball of black flame and flew towards the door of the hall.
Maka waved his hand, and the ice blue light beam burst out again, hitting his back before he rushed out of the hall.
The duration of the light beam this time was particularly short. It almost only flickered for a moment and then dissipated immediately.
After all, Maka's magic power was somewhat insufficient. It was now very close to its limit, and he needed to leave some strength in case of any eventuality.
Although Fenrir tried to avoid it, he was unable to avoid it this time. The black energy on his body immediately dissipated and his whole body was frozen.
"Ahem..."
Maka coughed twice, then took a deep breath, forcing herself to endure the discomfort. Then he took out a bottle of magic potion from his waist, pulled out the cork and drank it.
After taking a breath for a moment, he glanced towards the archway one last time, then dragged his steps slowly towards the entrance of the hall without saying a word.
…
"Ding dong ding dong—"
In the old Black house, as the doorbell jingled, Sirius's mother once again let out a piercing scream.
"Who is ringing the doorbell again?" Sirius' anger was ignited again, "How many times have I told them? How many times!"
Sirius, who was sorting out reports with Lupine in the drawing room, suddenly stood up and walked angrily to the hall.
"Who's coming this time?" Ron asked curiously, "Isn't it true that no one comes here at this time every day? Everyone has their own things to do..."
"We just need to be ourselves and don't worry about so much!" Hermione glared at Ron and said, "Hurry up and memorize the notes I lent you - if you want to make progress, you can't be lazy!"
"Of course! Of course!" Ron nodded quickly, then leaned on the table and looked at a thick notebook.
"...McLean?" Sirius's annoyed voice came faintly from the hall, "I've never seen you ring the doorbell before, looking for trouble?"