A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 540: The Brutal Werewolf Wizard

Ordinary spells were nothing to Roger, but the Unforgivable Curse was no different. No matter how powerful his magic was, he couldn't resist it directly.

In this magical world, the supremacy of the three unforgivable curses is unshakable and has the highest priority.

Although some mysterious beings can resist the Unforgivable Curse, for most wizards, hiding is the only correct option.

Through the crow mask, Roger easily caught the hidden green beam. But he did not dodge immediately, but shuttled through the sea of ​​spells with ease. He either used armor to protect himself from ordinary spells, or counterattacked in the gaps, turning the enemy's offensive into his own use.

His movements were as smooth as flowing water, like a dancer performing the waltz of death. His right foot slid forward lightly, and his left leg followed, landing precisely in front of his right toe. This seemingly simple step contained absolute control over the rhythm of the battle.

Then, as if his body was being pulled by an invisible thread, his center of gravity instantly shifted to his left toe. His right shoulder swung back slightly, and he spun in an elegant circle.

The hidden, vicious Unforgivable Curse flew past his shoulder, the poisonous snake missed its prey, and finally bit an unsuspecting dark wizard in the distance.

A shrill scream rang out from the crowd, and he fell to the ground, twitching in pain. The cries echoed in the laboratory, writing a footnote in advance for this battle that was doomed to fail.

There was a hint of sneer on Rogge's lips, and his eyes revealed disdain and contempt.

"Oh, you useless bastards, let me see what else you can do." He taunted softly, completely ignoring the wizard who was trying to launch a sneak attack.

Indeed, no one would deny the power of the Unforgivable Curses, and there was no explicit rule in the wizarding world prohibiting wizards from using this spell first in a duel.

However, starting with the Unforgivable Curses only makes sense when there is a huge disparity in power. The wizard who tried to steal the chicken thought he could hit the target with one blow, which was purely a fluke.

Professor Flitwick's words came to Roger's mind, "Wands and spells are the skeleton of magic, and strong emotions are the spark that activates the spell."

At the initial stage of a duel, both parties are in their best condition, with abundant magic power and focused attention. At this time, if you randomly release powerful spells, it will not only be difficult to hit the opponent, but may also expose your own weaknesses.

The first principle of fighting is not to defeat the opponent, but to protect yourself from being defeated. Then, constantly use the magic spells that you are familiar with to test and attack the opponent, and patiently wait for the fleeting opportunity.

The moment the opponent reveals a flaw, use the most powerful magic to break the opponent's defense with a thunderous force.

However, real combat is far more complicated than theory. Just like walking in the fog, you must always be vigilant and distinguish whether the weaknesses exposed by your opponent are real flaws or carefully set traps.

Moreover, his fight was like a one-on-one duel. The Aurors were still behind him and had to rely on himself for everything.

"Shoot spells like a headless fly!" A sharp voice came from the Death Eater camp, "Stop him with heavy obstacles, and then we will cast spells together to send this ignorant guy to see Merlin!"

As soon as the words fell, a deep and hoarse voice responded with disdain: "Humph, vampires will not listen to you self-righteous wizards telling them what to do."

"We fairies are not your slaves who can be summoned and dismissed at will. Who gave you the courage to command us?" Then, an even sharper and more piercing voice penetrated the eardrums.

Faced with this group of pig teammates, the dark wizards were angry and anxious. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, a bald werewolf wizard suddenly stood up.

His amber eyes flashed with a ferocious light, and the wand in his hand trembled slightly, but it burst out with powerful magic.

"I'm coming!" he growled, his voice full of wild threats.

He waved his wand skillfully and chanted a levitation spell. Under his control, a huge rock slowly rose up and floated in the air like a feather.

The werewolf wizard flicked his wrist violently, and the huge rock flew towards Rogge like a cannonball. Although the armor protection spell had an excellent defensive effect against magical attacks, its defense was extremely fragile in the face of this purely physical impact.

The golden magic shield trembled violently under the violent impact of the boulder, making a harsh buzzing sound. Although the shield carefully woven by Rogge was not completely shattered, the fierce blow still forced him to stop moving forward.

The werewolf wizard's attack was like a violent storm, without stopping. He waved his wand again, a dazzling light flashed, and the spell "Shatter into pieces!" roared like thunder.

Instantly, the huge rock in front of Rogge was torn apart. A deafening explosion rang in his ears, and the rubble and smoke were like a gray storm, instantly swallowing up his vision.

In this chaos, heavy footsteps sounded like the footsteps of death, carrying with them a suffocating murderous aura.

"Little devil," the werewolf wizard's voice sounded particularly cold in the smoke and dust, "Didn't your professor tell you that armor can't stop a magic wand!"

Before he finished speaking, Roger saw a cold light piercing through the smoke. The werewolf wizard's wand was like a sharp dagger, piercing his proud golden shield without any hindrance.

Rogge's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of shock flashed across his face. He stared at the magic power contained in the other party's wand, and his brain quickly thought about why the armor could not block it.

Ordinary armor is a durable iron shield in front of spells, while Rogue's armor is a mobile Great Wall. Only continuous physical attacks can quickly weaken the protective ability of the mobile Great Wall.

However, the magic wand is an exception. It has both physical and magical properties, like a magic key that opens the city gate and can instantly pierce the defense of armor.

There was a crazy light flashing in the werewolf wizard's eyes, and Rogge's panicked face was reflected in his amber pupils. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing his sharp and long canine teeth, which looked particularly white and dazzling in the dim light.

At this moment, he had seen the scene of victory: the magic wand pierced into Rogge's soft throat, and warm blood gushed out like a fountain. He could almost feel the warmth and smell the intoxicating smell of blood.

despair!
A crisp and short collision sound suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the werewolf wizard's fantasy of victory. Rogge's wand was like a flash of lightning, drawing a clean arc and fiercely picking up the opponent's wand.

If it weren't for the werewolf wizard's great strength and the rope on the wand handle tied to his wrist, his wand would have been like a kite with a broken string, flying out of his hand with just this one blow.

Then, he himself will change from a bloodthirsty werewolf into a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Rosewood, Kirin Heartstring, 12 inches, very tough. These characteristics show incredible power at this moment.

Hogwarts students have always been keen on discussing the materials and inner cores of each other's wands, but few people pay attention to the length and toughness of the wands.

Only in a close-range life-and-death struggle can one deeply appreciate the importance of the latter two.

The old saying that an inch longer is an inch stronger is also true in the wizarding world. A 1cm wand is enough to deal with most wizard battles, unless you encounter some weird wizards whose wands are as long as a stick.

The extremely tough characteristic ensures that Rogue's wand can remain consistent in fierce battles and will not break due to strong impacts.

This resilience gives Roger unparalleled confidence, allowing him to attack to his heart's content in "hand-to-hand combat".

In sharp contrast, the wand of the werewolf wizard on the opposite side is characterized by hardness.

Two wands, two properties, each with its own merits. One can withstand greater impact, the other can deliver greater power to the wizard. The difference between the superior and the inferior depends entirely on the ability and wisdom of the holder.

The arrogant expression on the werewolf wizard's face froze instantly, as if he was awakened by a basin of ice water. His eyes fell on the newly broken crack in his wand, and a trace of surprise and thought flashed in his eyes. His wrist trembled slightly involuntarily, and his heart was filled with unbelievable emotions - this seemingly weak young wizard in front of him actually had more power than himself.

Rogge's Qilin magic wand rotated flexibly in his hand, and finally he held it upside down in his hand, like a cold and deadly three-edged thorn.

Because it has no blade, its attack methods are greatly limited. It cannot cut and chop as flexibly as a dagger, and can only stab and pick.

But in a contest between wizards, everyone uses wands of similar shapes, so it is fair.

"Damn you kid." The werewolf wizard roared, becoming even more crazy and bloodthirsty. He suddenly changed his strategy, used his thick arms as a shield, and rushed towards Rogge's wand desperately.

The muscles of the arm covered with coarse sweat hair were tense, and it did not flinch even when pierced by the wand. The corners of the werewolf wizard's mouth split to the roots of his ears, revealing a creepy smile, which was full of cruelty and desire for blood.

Just when Rogge was shocked by the other party's crazy behavior, the werewolf wizard's wand stabbed at him fiercely like a poisonous snake out of a hole. This sudden self-mutilation immediately put him in a dilemma in terms of rhythm and space.

Roger's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and cold sweat flowed down his back. In his short wizard career, he had never encountered such a calm and cruel opponent who was willing to risk his life and die together.

The fighting style of this werewolf wizard is completely different from that of the werewolf in Laboratory 15.

He first pierced Rogge's powerful protective spell, exposing both of them to the threat of magic. At this moment, he was also surrounded by Death Eaters and could be killed by a spell at any time.

Even though Rogge was wearing an anti-curse dragon skin robe and soft silver armor inside, he still had difficulty evading the fatal attack of the Unforgivable Curse.

Unless you give up the wand...

This short and dangerous window of time should have been a great opportunity for the Death Eaters to use magic wantonly. They could have completely ignored the life and death of the werewolf wizard and killed Rogge completely with intensive Unforgivable Curses.

However, at this critical moment, they suddenly stopped waving their wands and did not finish the spell that was about to come out.

For a moment, Rogge didn't know whether to praise them for their overly mature combat experience or laugh at their overmaturity that made them seem childish.

In this suffocating silence, a few sober Death Eaters finally reacted and realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They chanted the spell again, trying to kill Rogge and the werewolf wizard at the same time.

The Aurors from Lab 15 rushed in quickly and broke through the Death Eaters' encirclement. Their timely arrival built a new line of defense for Rogge and filled the fatal gap he had exposed.

In this fleeting moment, Roger was sweating profusely. His nose smelled the breath of death, and his pupils saw the sneer of the god of death.

At this moment, he was deeply aware that excessive strength would often make people ignore subtle and fatal dangers.

"Die!" Rogge growled, his expression suddenly became extremely serious, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade out of its sheath.

His left hand struck out like a dragon's claw, firmly grasping the werewolf wizard's wrist. At the same time, his right leg suddenly lifted up, aiming directly at the opponent's crotch. This attack was fast and fierce, without reservation.

In a true life-and-death battle, there is no such thing as etiquette. Kicking the crotch, poking the eyes, hitting the back of the head, these seemingly low-level moves are often more deadly and effective than those flashy and gorgeous moves.

Severe pain swept through the werewolf wizard's body like a tide, this pain even surpassed the torture of the Cruciatus Curse. He knelt on the ground in pain like a boiled shrimp, and his body curled up involuntarily.

Roger indifferently pulled the wand back from the werewolf wizard's forearm, his movements swift and decisive.

"Respectable opponent." Without any hesitation, he silently raised his wand and cast a sharp and invisible spell that pierced the opponent's head accurately. Then, two more sharp and invisible spells hit the werewolf wizard's torso mercilessly.

Twice on the chest and once on the head, Merlin shook his head every time he came.

Roger shook off the blood on his wand expressionlessly, as if what had just happened was just a routine matter. He nimbly stepped on the gravel around him and jumped up.

In an instant, the wings of Daedalus spread out behind him, like a silver lightning, cutting through the dark and depressing space.

"The flames are blazing." Roger whispered the spell, and the magic wand immediately spewed out a raging wave of fire.

This was no ordinary flame, but a raging fire that swept in like a tsunami, instantly engulfing everything in front of the tip of the staff.

Suddenly, an Auror shouted, "There are Muggles here."

The flames seemed to have come to life, nimbly leaping over the iron cage. Tongues of flame rolled up over the rock wall, burning the cold and damp air dry and pungent.

Under this terrifyingly high temperature, the steel equipment melted like butter and turned into flowing molten steel; the vampires turned into ashes before they could even scream; the dark wizards were horrified and fled in panic using Apparition; the goblins screamed and jumped and fled in all directions in a panic...

"Merlin's beard!" An Auror widened his eyes and muttered in disbelief: "Is this really just an ordinary blazing fire? I feel it is as powerful as lava fire."

"No, it's obviously more powerful than lava fire. But, it's an advanced spell." Another Auror shook his head, his voice trembling with shock.

The Aurors stood there in amazement, watching with their own eyes how Rogge swept away the Death Eaters surrounding them like leaves in the autumn wind. They stood there stiffly, their mouths bitter. They swallowed hard, their hearts filled with awe and a hint of fear.

"Collect." Rogge calmly looked around the room, which had returned to peace, and said softly. As his voice fell, the flame on the tip of the staff went out instantly, as if it had never existed.

The air was filled with a burning smell and suffocating silence. Rogge stood in the mess, like a silent statue, exuding a deterrent force that could not be ignored.

He turned and looked at the Aurors. Even though they were covered by the mysterious crow masks, the cold eyes still made people shudder. The Aurors subconsciously took a step back, as if the person standing in front of them was not a Hogwarts student, but a giant dragon.

Roger took a deep breath and slowly pulled himself back to reality from his extreme rationality. He cleared his throat and said in a calm and firm voice: "Save people."

This brief command was like a thunderclap, instantly awakening the Aurors who were still in shock. As if waking up from a dream, they rushed to the corner of the laboratory and began to check the imprisoned Muggles and wizards.

His target was Lab 9, and this was only Lab 14. Without any hesitation, he raised his wand and cast a fierce shattering spell. A red light flashed, and the closed iron door was instantly blown to pieces.

When the smoke cleared, Lab 13 came into view, but there was no trace of a Death Eater. Roger sneered, not surprised at all. These Death Eaters who took advantage of Voldemort's rise to profit were disloyal and cowardly.

The Dark Lord only needed a reward, but the Death Eaters who were responsible for spreading fear had a lot to consider. After escaping, they would have to endure the torture of the Cruciatus Curse. They were not the leaders of the inner circle, so why would they risk their lives?

The wings of Daedalus behind Roger spread out again, creating a strong whirlwind. He waved his magic wand continuously, and red lights slashed through obstacles like sharp swords.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving behind only a string of astonished glances and a faint air current.

(End of this chapter)