Who gave you the illusion that my true form is weak?

Chapter 84 Who gave you the illusion that my true form is weak? (Seeking first subscription on June 6th!)

Krum didn't even glance at the blisters breaking out on his arm; his rock-hard face burned with fury.

It reminded Ethan of Angry Birds.

Krum suddenly raised his wand, his lips moving slightly.

A dark purple light suddenly shot out from the tip of the wand, flying towards Ethan!

"Viktor?!"

Noah cried out, his eyes wide with surprise.

This is black magic containing a curse!

Aside from practice, even in duels, Krum rarely used this powerful spell on anyone!

He actually got serious about a first-year wizard!

however.

No matter how sophisticated the magic was, or how much influence Krum's anger had on the spell.

Even if Krum could hit Ethan from a distance of three stories, it wouldn't matter.

Cerberus wouldn't let him do as he pleased.

"roar!"

A massive figure suddenly pounced down!

The curse struck its shadowy body, as if it had disappeared into a quagmire.

At least to the naked eye, there is no visible effect whatsoever.

"spray."

Krum frowned and smacked his lips.

Such strong spell resistance.

The black magic of curses was completely useless.

Damn it! Just how many buffs does this monster have stacked on?!

The scorching heat hit me like a fire pit being overturned over my head.

A strong smell of rust wafted from its gaping, blood-red maw.

"Bang!"

A split second before being bitten, Krum leaped down the stairs, rolled on the spot, and quickly hid behind the sofa to block the red light.

Behind them, wood chips crumbled and dust flew everywhere.

The massive, dark figure slowly rose to its feet.

It stared intently at them with six orange-red eyes, panting heavily, saliva dripping down its face.

Behind its muscular bulge.

It is an eyeball that floats outside the window like the moon.

His dark pupils slowly rotated, revealing blood vessels crawling all around him, like earthworms.

The three-headed dog was bathed in red light, majestic and mysterious.

It was as if they had entered another world, where the gods of their imagination were silently watching them.

The crowd immediately scattered and fled.

"Hmm!"

Penelope cried out in pain.

She was caught off guard, and the back of her hand was exposed to the red light, causing red rashes to appear.

But the next second...

Whether intentionally or by coincidence, her eyes shifted away, pulling her out of the red light's range.

Not far away.

Gemma Farley, who hadn't been touched by the red light at all, squinted at the sight.

—You gave it to me too?

Just then.

A figure suddenly stepped forward, running alongside.

It's Sean Max.

He was trembling all over, but his face inexplicably carried a sense of relief.

He raised his hand and said decisively, "I'm withdrawing from the competition."

With that, Sean walked straight to the window and stepped onto the window frame.

Then, there was a pause.

He turned to look at the crowd hiding in the hall, pursed his lips, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I advise you not to struggle anymore, just withdraw from the competition," Sean said, his eyes widening with a fearful and strange expression, muttering:

"We are like moths trapped in a glass jar, constantly struggling in an invisible cage—"

Even if you finally throw yourself into what you believe to be hope, you'll find it's nothing more than a flame lit by a hunter.

Everyone looked at Sean as if he were crazy.

"The weak."

Krum scoffed.

Sean snapped back to reality, and seeing that no one was following, he didn't care.

...Aren't they just like him before? It's hard to persuade him with kind words.

Sean climbed out the window.

Within the gaze of the giant eye, raise your wand and send out a distress signal.

Soon, an Auror came and took him away.

Inside the lobby.

A dead silence.

An eerie atmosphere gripped everyone's hearts.

"This won't do!"

Behind the sofa, Noah whispered to Captain Krum:

"A three-headed monster is already difficult to deal with, let alone a sinister, cursed eyeball!"

"That brat never intended for us to pass the challenge!"

Krum did not respond.

Silently, I dripped white cinnamon essence onto my festering arm, watching the blisters slowly peel off.

A few seconds later, he said in a deep voice, "With such a large output of magic power, Ethan won't be able to hold out for long."

"I'm afraid the half hour he set for himself is his own limit."

Noah was taken aback, then exclaimed in delight:

"Yeah, no wonder he's the ace Seeker, his observation skills are really sharp!"

"Then we just need to figure out how to hold out for these thirty minutes! Then, when this brat is exhausted, we'll wipe him out in one fell swoop!"

It's like they're arresting some evil organization.

"Although this brat has set up his own rules, we don't have to follow them—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Then Krum suddenly opened his eyes wide!

Before Noah could even utter the words "Get out of the way!", he was suddenly sent flying!

Like being hit by a train engine, the Cerberus's enormous impact slammed Noah against the wall!

With a muffled thud, Noah slid down limply, unconscious.

Durmstrang has only one player left.

"Damn it!"

Krum's eyes widened in fury, and he abruptly raised his wand, aiming it at the three-headed dog in front of him.

He noticed that the monster had just jumped out of the shadows.

Otherwise, he would never have waited until the very last moment to find out!

O madly running Gorgon.

What kind of evil magic did that first-year wizard use to create this monster?!

Is Hogwarts secretly teaching dark magic?!

More open than Durmstrang?

Cerberus is within arm's reach.

Rusty breaths sprayed onto Krum, and crimson flames rising from his dark sideburns almost brushed against his skin.

however.

Krum's mind went completely blank.

I can't figure out what kind of spell would be needed to harm this monster.

He could only watch helplessly as the three-headed dog stood upright and excitedly pounced on him.

Just then.

The three-headed dog suddenly stopped moving.

It was only because their creators, deep within their souls, issued an inviolable command: do not bite.

Six eyes rolled and met Ethan Vincent's cold, cobalt blue eyes on the high platform.

"Sound!"

They shivered and shrank back into their massive bodies.

This momentary pause brought Krum back to his senses!

He flicked his wand with a whoosh, twisted his entire body into a ball, and vanished in a flash!

Only a large patch of blood remained on the spot.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Ethan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

It's Apparition.

Although it was split into parts, it was eventually successfully transferred out.

Krum looked like a burly man, and it was impossible to tell his age...

Regardless, the fact that he was able to successfully use this move shows that his strength is indeed remarkable.

Is he planning to teleport back and ambush him half an hour later as he has specified?

"But I can also just teleport away using the portal key," Ethan chuckled. "You have some intelligence, but not much."

Ethan anticipated Krum's plan, but he had no intention of avoiding it.

"Indeed, my magic was almost depleted after half an hour."

"But judging by the time, 'that' should be coming by now, right?"

Ethan looked down at the screams that echoed from the three-headed dog.

The influence of the artwork enhances the connection between the soul and the artwork.

We're only 1% away from the 40% mark.

"Although those paintings are also a testament to my skill, since you think I'm just a glass cannon with nothing to offer but external objects, then I'll play along with you."

It would be bad if people misunderstood that Hogwarts' teaching quality was poor.

Ethan licked his lips, looking down at the chaos below, his hand holding the wand itching to strike.

Sigh, he was clearly looking forward to playing too!

How can you conclude that he is weak based on this?

It's really sad.

Ethan sighed, closed his left eye, and thought about all the students he had eliminated so far.

Then he smiled happily.

really.

This is much more efficient!

Besides Penelope and Gemma Farley.

Only one student from Beauxbatons remained.

Hibiscus de la Cour.

Go hunt her.