Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

He quickly lowered his body, stepped forward to rush in, and raised one hand with a palm towards Octa's chest in front of him with an instant power mark - inch strength!

"Huh—"

Octa accidentally stumbled back a few steps, holding his chest and raising his head. At this time, blood was flowing out of the corner of his mouth, but he was not frightened but had a cheerful smile.

"This kind of talent...is really a wave that comes after a wave of death."

Originally, Octa was suspected of 'taking advantage' and wanted to use his sharp weapon to smash the opponent's magic sword into pieces, and then take advantage of the situation to kill the opponent, but Anse's fighting talent was not as outstanding.

At the moment when the sword shattered, he was not stunned like most people, but simply let go of the hilt of the sword as smoothly as silk and inserted it in front of Octa, using a powerful palm strike to defeat his attempt. broken.

Rubbing his chest, Octa could predict without pulling on his collar that there must be a palm mark on his chest, and two of his ribs were also broken.

If he hadn't retreated in time and relieved the excessive force, there would have been at least two more broken ribs, and they would have been pierced into other organs. At that moment, it was not just a matter of vomiting blood.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being a senior."

This palm didn't feel good, and it felt like it hit and missed. It was half a hit, but the other half was slipped away.

"Whether it was the verbal stimulation, the unexpected sword breaking, or the instinctive withdrawal, it is enough to show that Mr. Octa has not spent so many years in sinking."

"It seems you already know, Wick boy."

"Holy Grail," Ans released the long black sword made of the Holy Sword of Eden from his body and pointed it directly at Octa, "You are the one who led the people to cut off the beard."

"Yes, it's me," Octa nodded simply. There was nothing to hide. He took a deep breath and noticed that the pain in his body receded. "Is this the Holy Sword of this year? The aesthetics of younger generations." Sure enough, it’s not something that an old antique like me can understand.”

"Otherwise? A knight with a sword like you?"

The two of them were slowly approaching, and the swords in their hands were slowly being raised.

"Isn't this great? King Arthur's sword is also a knight's sword."

Octa grinned. After all, in his time, the most handsome sword was a long sword like a cross. While killing the enemy, he stood the opponent's sword in front of the opponent's body, like a tombstone.

Similarly, after his death, the cross-like sword stood in front of him like a tombstone.

"So say..."

Before he finished speaking, the distance between the two of them was already close enough, at the distance of half a knife and half a sword, but Ans suddenly moved sideways, and there seemed to be an afterimage in the extremely fast movement, and he was twisting in the air briefly. Waist, right hand waved a long black knife like an ink pen to draw a crescent moon in the air.

At the same time as Ans moved his body laterally, Voldemort's figure appeared behind his original position, his cat-like vertical pupils full of scarlet red.

He no longer wanted to fight against Snape, who had a desperate style of fighting. Voldemort didn't want to admit that in the confrontation with the Death Curse, the other party's murderous intention was greater than his. Why?Just because of Lily?

Voldemort didn't understand, but he didn't need to understand. In his opinion, there were two extremely good shields here, and he chose the moment very well. When Ans and Octa were about to attack each other, he moved into them. Behind one person.

In his wand, the Imperius Curse was ready to go, but he didn't expect that he had just arrived at the already determined position, and the young man who should have been in front of him had disappeared, leaving only the dark magic power lingering there. The afterimage of the original position looks like a black crescent on the left side.

In front of him, Octa was grinning wildly. He couldn't believe it at all. The so-called Dark Lord II could actually be so open and clear about his murderous intentions and malice.

It’s just like serving a watermelon with meat cut on a chopping board (note 1), it’s fragile and easy to explode!

The distance between half a knife and half a sword is close enough. This distance is not the scope of swordsmanship, but the scope of daggers. What the two of them are doing is just fishing.

The malicious and murderous gaze lingered on Ans and Octa, as if they were selecting goods on the shelf. How could such evil intentions not be exploited.

There was no discussion at all, just physical movements, Ans and Octa tacitly understood each other as bait and started fishing.

This is the difference between wizards and Muggle killers. People like Voldemort have unabashed murderous intentions, just like the gun ballistics in "Sword Art Online·GGO", telling you clearly, "I want to kill you." .

It was also because of this that Voldemort was lured to his door.

In mid-air, Ans's scarlet eyes, which had opened his eyes of insight, moved slightly. Within the field of vision, his left hand still held the red magic stone tightly. Ans, who had not forgotten his mission, slightly adjusted the blade.

Perhaps it was because the trajectory of the fine-tuning knife during the process was so amazing, like a second knife, that made Octa look sideways, and his eyes had opened his own eyes of insight like light blue gems.

In his field of vision, he also saw the red gem. He understood Ans's idea in an instant, chuckled and also turned the trajectory of the sword.

If both of them could move the trajectory of their swords, they might be able to practice the divine swordsmanship - Yan Fan.

But it's a pity that neither of them had this intention. Moreover, they did not rely on skills to change the trajectory, but simply relied on the toughness of the limbs. Most people would already have their arms broken and dislocated.

At this time, in Voldemort's eyes, time seemed to have stopped. In his stagnant brain, he watched helplessly as two sword marks were slashing towards him.

Although his body could not move in time, his thoughts gave him an inner response at this moment.

"Damn...I shouldn't have come here!" 』

At that time, all he wanted was to find a shield, hide behind the opponent, and use magic wantonly. He never thought that his attempt would be discovered.

click-

Severe pain struck, and the flow of time returned to normal. Voldemort screamed, turned his body, disappeared from here, and appeared elsewhere.

And at the same place, half of the opponent's palm was left with blood on the ground, but neither Ans nor Octa paid attention to this. Instead, their eyes widened, and their free left hands struck out like lightning, and then separated left and right, wary of each other. .

At a safe distance, the two of them opened their palms, and there was a red stone in them.

With just one glance, they felt something was wrong, and then tacitly turned their attention to Voldemort.

Voldemort was extremely miserable at this time. Only half of the palm of his left hand was left hanging with a few tendons, but he was holding a translucent ruby ​​gem extremely persistently.

——The Magic Stone has been divided into three parts by Ans and Octa.