great-warnovel Chapter 487 The Passion
Chapter 487 The Passion
Chapter 487 The Passion
Alchemists are a profession that requires prior preparation to unleash their full potential.
Frankly speaking, this kind of cage fighting is not very advantageous for Beauxbatons.
After all, they prefer to rely on external things, and even if the competition rules were to make an exception, it would be impossible for Furong to bring her arsenal onto the field.
One bundle of alchemical bombs is already quite unbalanced; any more would be an insult to the other players.
Harry's animal form is fast and agile, making him immune to ordinary spells due to his superhuman combat reflexes. Moreover, the dazzling Patronus light can block most mental magic and has a direct effect on dark creatures and magic.
At this moment, it seemed that Furong had no way to stop the enemy's charge.
Once Harry gets close to the critically wounded and dying protein lizard, he has a thousand ways to kill it instantly.
Fleur wasn't in a hurry, however. The half-Veele girl's gaze was calm, and a series of messages flashed through her alchemical glasses. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand towards Harry's location: "Displacement!"
The next moment, the Fiery Spirit Deer suddenly disappeared, replaced by Talon with its wings spread wide and a bewildered expression.
The acceleration from the Thunderbird's wings did not disappear due to the spatial shift; he was propelled far in the opposite direction of the protein lizard by inertia before finally coming to a stop.
Looking around somewhat bewildered, he realized that he had unknowingly strayed far from the dragon species he had chosen.
The battle with Frostthroat Longnose was unpleasant. Huge snowflakes surrounded him, and the storm was bone-chillingly cold. Fortunately, he also had some of the Thunderbird's ability to manipulate storms, which allowed him to persevere.
The entanglement during this period was not without its gains. The blizzard swarm stirred up by the long-nosed dragon finally ran out of steam and gradually dispersed. Talon seized the opportunity and tried to continue casting spells on the lightning wound on its back.
Unexpectedly, Mfarme, who had been hiding all along, suddenly appeared here!
It turned out that since things had basically settled down on the fungal dragon side, she, like Harry, was plotting to seize the next dragon and had been using the Vagado Disenchantment to infiltrate the long-nosed dragon side.
As the blizzard subsided, she immediately jumped out.
She held a simple, blood-stained spear in her hand, with a dried bat tied to it, which looked quite eerie.
She silently leaped into the air and hurled her short spear, aiming at the charred wound on the long-nosed dragon's back.
"I'm the one who hit that!" Talon thought anxiously.
He had used up half of his power to barely pierce the dragon's scales and hide, creating a wound that would make it easier to attack. He couldn't let someone else take advantage of this opportunity.
Therefore, it directly activated the electrical energy in its wings, shooting out like a sharp arrow in an attempt to intercept the short spear.
But to everyone's surprise, he suddenly appeared on the other side of the field the next moment.
With a scream, the long-nosed dragon was still pierced by the short spear.
The voodoo contained within instantly spread into its body. Even though the Frostmaw's low body temperature slowed the spread of the curse, it was still enough to worsen its already injured state.
Just as bewildered as Talon was Harry, who suddenly appeared beside the long-nosed dragon. He abruptly braked mid-air, the deer's head swaying back and forth, the sudden change in temperature making him somewhat uncomfortable.
Immediately afterward, a bloodcurdling roar was heard beside him, and blood splattered with ice crystals on the back of the long-nosed dragon. Mfarme landed on the other side, a triumphant smile on his lips.
"Oh! What is this! An amazing transfer!" The commentator's voice finally arrived.
All of this happened so fast that most people didn't even understand what was going on.
"Is it a substitution ritual in alchemy? But when exactly did Miss Delacour do it—"
Alchemy is the science of magic, and even in the Middle Ages, the line between it and Muggle science was extremely blurred. Nicolas Flamel is also a figure written into Muggle history books.
The substitution ritual, on the other hand, is a simple method for alchemists to directly substitute complex materials using magic.
But all of this is on the premise that the substitution ritual can only take effect within the alchemy altar's transmutation array. Obviously, the Dragon Arena is not Hibiscus's transmutation array.
"Look at the ground!" someone in the audience shouted.
Only then did people gradually notice that many slender brass needles had been inserted into the ground of the dragon arena at some unknown time. They were now shining with a faint luster, seemingly forming a magic circle.
"It's an alchemical artifact released by the Warrior Delacour!"
"We always thought it was just for harassing Potter and the Protein Lizard! We never imagined its real purpose was to set up a transmutation circle on the spot!"
Inside the exploded cylindrical structure were numerous autonomous flying vehicles that had been coated with poison. In fact, attacking the enemy was secondary; the real important thing was that, amidst the overwhelming rain of needles, there were components that had silently been inserted into the ground to construct a temporary transmutation array!
At this moment, they have spread throughout the Dragon Arena, forming a huge and complex magic circle around the central Arc de Triomphe. This Dragon Arena has now become Hibiscus's Alchemy Platform!
"Damn it!" Talon cursed under his breath. Regardless of whether he could get the kill on the Longnose Dragon later, M'farme's intervention had already seriously injured the Longnose Dragon. So even if he got the kill, his score wouldn't be very high.
However, there was still a dying protein lizard in front of him, so he immediately shifted his target, channeling the remaining energy into his wand, preparing to make a desperate gamble and kill the one in front of him first!
Since Furong dared to switch him, she must have been prepared.
"Immediately imprison them!"
Along with the spell came three bird-shaped armored munitions, the very kind Malfoy had used back then.
They followed Talon in a triangular formation, forming three iron-clad spell shields that blocked his path.
Iphamoni's warriors easily bypassed the binding spell, but the three persistent Ironclads kept him extremely annoyed.
The electric current on the wand emitted a continuous crackling sound, but it could not find a suitable opportunity to strike.
He has no more chances to gamble. If he loses again this time, he will lose his strongest winning strategy.
Ironclad Instrument's defense isn't particularly strong, but with three sides stacked, its own thunderstorm probably won't be able to kill the Protein Lizard without a doubt.
And this alchemist from Beauxbatons—he couldn't let her have the chance to continue activating the transmutation circle, otherwise he would have even less of a chance. He made a decisive move, retracting the current from his wand and accelerating away.
While seemingly trying to shake off the Ironclad Instrument and attack the Protein Lizard, they actually set their sights on Hibiscus.
His flight speed is much faster than the alchemical prop, the Wings Cloak!
Just then, a dragon's mournful howl came from the other side of the arena.
It was Frostthroat Longnose, which, after being hit by a massive thunderstorm and a cursed dagger, was unfortunately struck in the head by Harry's flail.
Harry, who had been transferred there, didn't hesitate for long. What difference did it make who he took it from? He decisively reverted to his animal form!
Although Mfarme tried his best to stop his attack, he had no way to stop the advance of the Radiant Stone magic. The Valgardu warrior used most of his magic to maintain the self-devouring curse of the fungal dragon.
She could only watch helplessly as Harry once again used Transfiguration to launch himself high into the air and smashed his head open with a single blow.
Talon glanced over there; he had no way out!