Although they knew that there were two people on their side, and even though they knew that all the members of the Gryffindor team were nearby, when Amosta's terrifying eyes were fixed on this side, Priyan and Filoa still agreed. They shuddered, as if an adult Hungarian Horntail was opening its ferocious mouth towards them, trying to select and devour anyone!
"Prian~"
Filoya held her boyfriend's wrist tightly, her voice trembling,
"Are you sure he's just a weird nerd in Slytherin? Priyan, why... I think his eyes are scary, a bit like the crazy one Professor Keltburn showed us last week. Hippogriff?"
"Don't talk nonsense, Filoa, we are Gryffindor---the wizards of the House of Courage!"
Priyan agreed with Filoya's statement in his heart. The moment he made eye contact with Brian, if it weren't for Filoya hiding in his arms, he might have turned around and ran away.
But his dignity as a man requires him to be tough.
"Hey, bad boy Brian, don't look at us like that. You're doing it on your own. Who told you to run into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night and curse someone with black magic... You, what are you doing?!"
call!
The magic power is rioting, and the flames scattered in the soil, tree trunks, and stones converge into a solid golden fireball at the tip of Amosta's dancing staff, like an endless round of fire that suddenly rises on the sea level shrouded in night. The light and heat of the sun.
The terrifying high temperature quickly evaporated all the moisture in the cold and humid air and then spread to all sides. A pine tree near Amosta was burned to the point of spontaneous combustion. Two little wizards dozens of feet away were sweating profusely in an instant, as if Standing in the crater of a volcano about to erupt!
"Don't...don't be like this, Amosta, we just didn't mean to..."
Fear caused two more lines of tears to appear on Philoa's beautiful face. She didn't realize what she said at all, she just instinctively begged for mercy.
Priyan also raised his wand, but he knew very well that his iron armor spell, which was questionable whether it could be successfully released, could not block the violent golden blazing sun at the tip of Amosta's wand.
"Get on your broom and run away!"
The moment the livid-faced Amosta waved his wand, Priyan finally found some courage. He tried his best to throw Filoa and her Nimbus 1700 backwards, letting out a heart-rending cry. yelled,
"Go to Professor McGonagall and don't look back!"
Priyan may never know that it was the light of humanity that bloomed between his life and death that saved him.
Seeing this scene, Amosta's eyes full of anger shook for a moment. The next second, his steady wrist suddenly pressed down a little, and the fireball that was originally going to fall at his feet finally hit him with a crash. The ground ten feet away!
Boom!
Just like the brilliance of a supernova blooming towards the end of its life, the fireball containing terrifying magic power burned the cracked ground into lava the moment it landed.
The scorching air that was pushed away instantly made a loud explosion, like a pressure cooker with full pressure was suddenly opened. Priyan's iron armor spell was broken before he could hold on for a second, and he was killed before he could even scream. The forceful wave of air flew straight away, breaking a tree as thick as a wrist with a click, and then rolled on the ground more than ten times before he could stop, and his back was already a bloody mess!
The damage Filoya suffered was relatively light, and Priyan blocked a considerable part of the impact for her, but even so, she was blown away more than ten feet by the surging air waves.
Standing behind the milky-white magic barrier, the unscathed Amosta watched sinisterly at the battered Filoa, crying and climbing onto the broomstick, not even bothering to extinguish the flames on her robe, without even turning her head. He rushed back to the castle, but finally made no move.
The surroundings are in chaos, and without the support of magic power, the magic fire with special properties is still tenaciously eating away at the messy world.
Click, click~
Amosta walked through the scorched earth and came to Priyan's side step by step. He lowered his head and looked down at the shocking scars on his back, his expression unmoved.
Priam is not dead, of course. Amosta doesn't want to go to Azkaban to further his studies, at least not yet.
"Just now I was preparing to let you taste the pain of a broken limb."
Amosta said expressionlessly, "This will give you some brainpower, but your final bravery has earned you some dignity."
Amosta took out a bottle of white fresh food from the bag in his arms and several bottles of colorful potions with unknown effects. After mixing them according to the proportions, he poured them on Priyan's back. He used the magic wand to cast the spell, and the wounds were opened. The granulations squirmed and new flesh soon grew.
Priam's face looked better, but a few ribs were still bent unnaturally. Amosta did not deal with his broken bones. Madam Pomfrey could easily heal this minor injury. can be solved.
"I should also remember that I thought I would be safe in school--"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Suddenly, there were several screams piercing the air from the depths of the Forbidden Forest. When they approached, they quickly split up and surrounded themselves from all directions. Five black shadows gradually emerged in the rolling mist.
Amosta did not show any surprise. Ever since he saw the Gryffindor uniforms worn by Prian and Filoa, he had expected that they would not act alone.
However, when a stocky figure became clear from the blur, Amosta still twitched the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.
Charlie Weasley - the younger brother of Bill Weasley, the second eldest son of the Weasley family, and the genius seeker of the Gryffindor team. There is actually a car as big as a car hanging under his broomstick, at least The eight-eyed spider was hit by three petrification spells at the same time!
Amosta never knew that there were eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest. They really knew how to play, these little Gryffindor lions!
As a keen-eyed seeker, Charlie saw Priyan at Blaine's feet at first sight. Charlie, who was calm beyond his years, did not rush to question him. He sat high on his broom and looked around carefully. It was a terrifying mess. When he saw the melt hole in front of Amosta, which was almost three feet deep and still emitting green smoke, he took a breath of air.
"Where is Philoa, Brian?" Charlie's voice was as rough as his appearance.
"Maybe it's mixed with the soil."
Amosta said calmly, "You can look for it yourself, and maybe you can find a few fingernails or something."
"You killed Filoa?!"
One of the Gryffindor players roared in disbelief, "And Priam, where are his clothes? What did you do to him?!"
Angry shouts came in like a tide, and they all raised their wands and pointed them at Amosta. Some shouted that Amosta should be sent to Azkaban.
Charlie Weasley does have a leadership quality that most people don't have. Among this group of people, he is the youngest and the calmest. He believes that Amosta cannot really kill Filoa unless he really I want to go to wizard prison, but it is irrefutable that Priyan was seriously injured. The top priority at the moment is to keep Priyan safe.
Charlie took out his wand and cut into sections the rope hanging the Eight-Eyed Spider. He controlled the broom to float in the air and said in a deep voice,
"Give Prian back to us, Brian, otherwise, I'm afraid you're going to suffer a lot."
