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Chapter 717 Mark VS Kryptonian Female Lieutenant

"Okay... okay."

Harry said blankly.

He stood up with a dazed mind and went outside the tent with Bagman.

Bagman led him a little further into the woods and turned to look at him with a kind smile on his face.

"How are you feeling now, Harry? How can I help you? If there's anything you don't understand, I can help you."

"What?"

Harry was stunned, then said to him, "No, no, thank you, Mr. Bagman, I don't need it right now, I mean... I'm fine."

"Do you know how to deal with the opponent you are about to face?"

Bagman lowered his voice stealthily and said to him, "Harry, if you'd like, I can give you a few ideas. I mean..."

He lowered his voice, looked around, and continued, "You are at a disadvantage here. In this competition, Harry, I can help."

"No, Mr. Bagman."

Harry rejected the other party directly. He knew that this seemed a bit rude, but he still said: "Thank you, but I know what I should do. Thank you."

"No one will know what we did. I am helping you within my authority. This is normal, Harry."

Bagman said, winking at Harry.

"No, I don't think I need it."

Harry declined again.

He didn't understand why the other party kept telling him this.

Now Harry felt that he had never felt so bad as he did now, as if he was the weakest among the warriors.

"Harry, I have come up with a plan. I..."

As Bagman was speaking, a whistle suddenly sounded from somewhere.

"Oh my God, I have to run!"

Bagman turned around in panic, made an apologetic gesture to Harry, and ran away quickly.

Harry glanced at the other person, took a deep breath, and walked towards the tent.

He happened to see Krum coming out, his face even gloomier than before.

The two men passed each other, and Harry wanted to wish him good luck, but in the end only an inaudible mutter came out of his mouth.

He returned to the tent and stood beside Raven and Loki.

After a few seconds, they heard a commotion coming from the crowd.

This means that Mark has entered the field and is facing an enemy that looks exactly like his model.

At the same time, the situation on the scene was displayed on a magic curtain in the tent, and everyone turned their eyes over to watch the situation on the scene.

In the playground of Hogwarts, a huge curtain was also unfolded in front of the audience.

Clear images are projected onto the magic screen, showing the contestants' situation throughout the entire process.

Peter sat in the audience, with little Horus on his left and Diana on his right.

Boom Boom and Wei sat next to Mera, holding flags in their little hands and cheering for Mark.

Zu and Clark looked up at the huge crowd on the stage and couldn't help but look at each other.

"Honestly, I think Dad is doing this to them on purpose."

A-Zu whispered to Clark, "Dad has brought in everyone he knows. This isn't just a small fight."

Clark glanced at Mark, who had entered the portal and was transported to what appeared to be a ruined city, and nodded.

But when he saw the look Peter was giving him, he immediately shook his head and said seriously, “No, I think this is the Godfather’s training for Mark and the others.”

Gwen, who was sitting next to Peter, was holding strange-tasting beans in one hand and watching the game with great interest, with an expression of a complete spectator.

Mark, who was watched by many spectators, entered the portal wearing Gryffindor school uniform and holding a wand.

Suddenly, everything went dark in front of his eyes, and then his vision returned to normal. Mark found himself in a dilapidated city building.

The dim city buildings exude a dead silence.

Mark was a little nervous. He held up his wand and walked slowly forward, searching for the way while looking around vigilantly.

Because you need to avoid being caught by the enemy within a limited time, the best way is to hide and avoid conflict with the enemy.

"Crack!"

Crushing the dead branches under his feet, Mark suddenly heard a whistling sound coming from a distance.

It seems like something is approaching here rapidly.

Feeling the huge threatening aura emanating from the other party, Mark immediately used the invisibility spell and hid behind the ruins of a building.

"Boom"!
Kryptonian female lieutenant Fiora, wearing a tight black uniform, fell heavily to the ground.

As soon as Fiora appeared on the stage with a solemn expression, everyone watching the game at Hogwarts was stunned.

Turning around, Fiora's sharp eyes swept around the ruined building.

Mark hid his body and held his breath nervously.

After seeing that Fiora didn't seem to notice that he had flown away, Mark lifted the invisibility spell and took a deep breath.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he stood up, he heard a voice behind him.

"You're pretty good at hiding, Mark."

Mark's body stiffened, and then he turned around in surprise.

Fiora took a step closer to Mark with a faint smile on her face.

"But now, you can't escape from my grasp."

"God's sword is invisible!" Knowing that his opponent was powerful, Mark immediately waved his wand and released magic to attack the opponent.

But unexpectedly, Fiora had already prepared for it and rushed out like a flash of lightning.

With a "bang", Mark's "Divine Sharpness and Shadowless" magic was dodged by the opponent.

Then Mark was hit hard and flew out, hitting the ground, splashing countless dust.

Seeing Mark being knocked out, the people watching exclaimed.

Mark, who had fallen to the ground, staggered to his feet, but Fiora moved over at super speed, grabbed Mark by the collar of his clothes and threw him to the ground.

"Oh!"

Mark rolled out and crashed through a wall with a loud bang.

"Oh!!"

Seeing Mark rolling on the ground after being hit, the audience screamed even louder.

Everyone was shocked by the strength and speed displayed by Fiora.

Is this still human?

Hermione was sitting in the audience. Although she was shocked by Fiora, who showed a power that she could not understand when she first appeared, she still clenched her fists and cheered for Mark.

"You know what? You are far worse than your father, Mark. If you can't stand up, I don't mind charging a little interest on the Metropolis War that we haven't finished yet."

Fiora walked towards him as she spoke.

Mark, who was lying in the ruins, heard the other party say this and immediately realized that the other party might really kill him.

"Collapse!"

Mark stood up with gritted teeth, and immediately released a magic spell towards the opponent, while dodging backwards.

"boom!"

The ground was crushed by Mark's steps, and then Mark suddenly activated his flying ability and flew into the sky with a "boom".

Harry in the tent was stunned by the scene.

Mark, is this flying magic?
How can you be so fast without using a broomstick?!
Flying rapidly in the air, Mark continued to accelerate.

After throwing Fiora off, he landed on the ground.

The soles of his boots sank into the charred concrete debris, and the smell of rotten rain and dust penetrated into his nostrils.

Panting slightly, Mark's knuckles turned white as he clenched the hawthorn wand.

The place where he was was a military camp or something like that.

As soon as he landed, Mark heard the scream of metal tearing coming from a few hundred meters behind him.

Fiora was lifting the wreckage of the armored vehicle that blocked her way.

"Everyone is petrified!"

The tip of the wand burst into blue light and struck directly at Fiora who was attacking him.

The surface of the iron shell was instantly covered with gray and white spots, like a giant beetle whose life had been drained.

After delaying the opponent's attack, Mark turned over and jumped into the gap in the subway tunnel. The rotten sleepers made a crisp sound under him.

The sound of water dripping could be heard from deep within the tunnel, and the glow of the wand illuminated the dried marks on the wall.

As Mark ran quickly, he suddenly squatted down and tapped the rusty rails with his wand: "Transform quickly!"

As Mark chanted the magic spell, the rails twisted into dozens of metal rattlesnakes, hissing and swimming towards different tunnels.

As Fiora's boot crushed the first of the metal-transformed snakes, screams of anger echoed throughout the underground network.

While running, Mark kept an eye on Fiora's pursuit from behind.

He must try to conceal his superpowers and fight Fiora in the form of magic.

Because he knew that his every move would be seen by all the teachers and students.

After running for several minutes, Mark was about to escape from the tunnel.

"Found you, little mouse."

A cold light came from behind, accompanied by a hot line of sight.

Mark heard Fiora's voice and immediately rolled onto his side.

Fiora's red hot gaze melted bubbling grooves in the concrete wall.

The next second, Mark's back hit the wall of the ruined underground tunnel.

With a "bang", Mark immediately felt a piercing pain spreading throughout his body.

Before he could get up, Fiora's second blow was already at his face.

Mark, holding the magic wand, jumped up at the critical moment and released the spell instantly, "Armor protect you!"

Amid the sparks of metal clashing, Mark's figure was reflected on the shining wall.

While being pushed back by Fiora, Mark gritted his teeth and continued to wave his wand, enduring the pain.

"Except your weapons!"

The red light hit Fiora's wrist, but it exploded into light fragments on her wrist.

Before the female adjutant's sneer rose, Mark's second spell had already been cast: "Legitimate Mind!"

As the torrent of memory recoiled, Mark mixed in fragments of his own childhood - the sunset over Smallville, the grease stains as his father repaired the harvester, the laughter of Bobo and the others as they flew kites on the barn roof.

Fiora's movements froze for a moment.

Taking advantage of this brief opportunity, Mark raised his wand and shouted at the other party: "Faint!"

(End of this chapter)