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Chapter 592: The Query on Dark Magic
🕑 Added 2019-09-06 19:41:18 +0000 UTCJust like looking at an erupting volcano from top to bottom in front of them, the young wizards' eyes were all red.
In the scorching heat, the whole world seemed to be turning into a sea of flames, as though it were the end of the world.
In the stands, the uproar came to an abrupt end and was replaced by eerie silence.
The young wizards looked up and stared blankly at the huge dragon. They didn’t even think of running away.
Fear and despair were spreading, and they seemed to realize that the dragon was so terrible.
At that moment, everyone felt a sense of despair as they stood at the erupting crater to meet the end of the world.
Hermione, pale, put her little hand over her mouth and subconsciously approached Evan beside her.
She saw the dragon suddenly flying to the front of the stands, opening its mouth and spurting a mushroom-shaped ball of fire.
Huge volcanic magma poured out at them with amazing temperatures that melted everything.
Under the scorching heat, Hermione could not even open her eyes and could only instinctively look away.
Everything happened too fast. No one could stop it; no one could stop the ball of fire...
At this moment, all kinds of thoughts dissipated, leaving only the fear of despair!
"I gonna die ... I gonna be burned to ashes by the fire!" That was what everyone thought.
The huge burning fireball was close at hand, the amazing heat wave was rolling in and the sweat that was pouring out of everyone’s foreheads was being evaporated as it was secreted.
This was the world of fire. Everything in front of them turned red, and even the blood in their bodies was burning.
They realized what the feeling of death was!
Many people had closed their eyes, ready to meet death. They only hoped the process would not be so painful.
There was no chance to think about running away. The huge body of the dragon had enveloped the entire grandstand.
In the face of the mighty power of death, they could only choose to accept it passively...
But the wizards who did not close their eyes saw a miracle.
As the fireball approached them, a pale blue barrier rose from the crowd to block the fire's advance.
Boom!!!
There was a loud noise and the whole space was shaking.
The huge fireball and the thin barrier violently collided, turning into countless splendid stars.
In the whirling and dissipating red flames, Evan appeared, standing alone in front of the crowd against their incoming doom.
The body that did not seem so strong strong, became extremely tall in an instant, became a strong defense, and everyone could only look up to it.
Miracle, this was a miracle!
The blue barrier, centered on Evan, quickly expanded outward to stop the flames.
"Saved!" Everyone gasped, and there was a sense of joy for being alive.
Many people wept with joy and tears came out subconsciously.
At this moment, Evan was the real savior in their eyes!
He blocked the dragon with his own strength and saved everyone from that terrible monster...
But they did not get to be happy for too long. The young wizards turned their heads and saw the horrible dragon snoring, its blood red eyes glaring at them maliciously. It was like a nightmare, and a stronger fireball formed in its mouth, bringing strong sensory stimulation.
At this moment, everyone hoped that Evan’s protective barrier would be stronger and able to withstand the second attack of the dragon.
They had just thought of it when they saw a blue light as thick as an arm coming out from the tip of Evan’s wand.
The curse flew to the Chinese Fireball in front of the stands at a very fast speed.
Boom!!!
Another loud noise, the curse hit the dragon.
The more than 30 feet long huge dragon, the horrible giant suddenly flew backwards!
Its body crossed an arc in the air and landed heavily in the center of the enclosure.
The dragon uttered a wail, and under the tremendous impact, its body dug a huge pit on the ground.
Trying to stand up, being hit hard again, it flopped down and struggled in the pit…
The dragon keepers all rushed in, and Dumbledore lowered the wand he had just raised.
Quiet!!!
The audience was quiet, and hundreds of young wizards took a breath of air.
They looked at Dumbledore with a solemn expression in astonishment, then immediately turned their heads and looked dumbfounded at Evan standing at the edge of the stands.
The magic that they saw was so powerful it crushed a freaking dragon by simply outpowering it. Was this still the power of a wizard?!
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"It’s Evan, he reacted very quickly, and his magic is so powerful. He saved many lives," said Bagman admiringly as he wiped the sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief. The scene that just happened still left him with a lingering fear.
If that ball of fire had not been stopped, it would have hurt hundreds of people, and it would have been one of the most serious disasters in the history of magic.
At this time, it had been five minutes since Evan defeated the dragon.
They were all in the champions’ waiting tent, with the five judges: Dumbledore, Crouch, Bagman, Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime.
There were also Evan, Ron, Sirius, Moody, Snape, and Professor McGonagall.
"If that fireball fell down … I can’t imagine it..." said Professor McGonagall.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is not the time to praise Mr. Mason. I think you all know that the second curse he used is black magic," said Snape softly, staring at Evan with malicious intent, "In my opinion, the stronger this magic is, the worse his violation is!"
"Severus, how can you say that? Evan saved everyone," said Professor McGonagall in amazement. "There is nothing wrong with the spell he used!"
"But black magic should be absolutely forbidden, we should..."
"Enough, Snivellus!" Sirius roared and glared at Snape. "Zip it, and don’t open your mouth to accuse Evan for using black magic. Don't think I don't know. You know more than Evan about Black Magic. You are… huh, I mean used to be one of those evil Dark wizards."
"This is a very serious filth, Black!" said Snape softly, and his disgusting gaze shifted from Evan’s face to Sirius’s, beginning to be filled instantly with hatred. "Of course, considering that you used to be Mr. Mason’s Professor of the Defence Against the Dark Arts, it’s not surprising at all that he can use black magic!"
