Jon didn't expect Edmund to be so sharp, but he already had a plan.
The moment Edmund spoke, Eddie, who was hiding behind the tree, heard the sound and shot a Petrification Spell at Edmund.
At the same time, Jon sped up and raised his wand. Under the cover of the Petrification Spell, a weakened version of Swamp Reappear shot into the ground under Edmund's feet.
Edmund was caught off guard. He barely dodged the Petrification Spell, but was trapped by Jon's Swamp Reappear.
But that was all.
Edmund put his bow on the strings, and the rapid sound of music instantly rippled around him.
The curse that he was going to cast on Ben changed slightly from a single-target curse to an area-of-effect interference spell. He knew very well that there was more than one enemy.
When it came to battle experience, how could these white Wizards compare to the black Wizard who had experienced hundreds of battles?
As a violinist, his hearing was already very good, and with the help of magic, it was even better.
Therefore, he knew very well that the direction the Petrification Spell came from was not the direction he heard the voice coming from.
There was more than one enemy.
Therefore, he stabilized himself at the first moment. His hands moved continuously, using the sound of the zither to set up a magic field.
The black magic Mind Interference was the fastest spell in the magic system he had learned. It was both offensive and defensive, and most importantly, it could interfere with the opponent's mind and disrupt their ability to control the spell.
The moment the magic field was formed, Jon's Illusion Spell collapsed, and his whole body was exposed.
But it didn't matter. Jon was already very close to Edmund. The blood-stained paper in his hand was activated by magic and slapped on Edmund's body with Jon's momentum.
You're asking for it!
Edmund's pupils shrank. He shook his bow, and a sound wave sent Jon flying.
Jon retreated as if he was hit by a heavy blow. Even though he was quick enough to grab hold of Bane, he was still thrown far away.
However, Jon didn't want to continue fighting. He threw out a [Swamp Reappear] at Edmund, who was trapped in the same spot, and ran back in the direction he came from.
The effect of [Eavesdropping Windwhisper] had been deactivated. Facing a Wizard who relied on music to cast spells, this spell would only increase the opponent's combat power. Deactivating it would also save some mana.
Now, he could only hope that the commotion was big enough to attract the Wizard's attention.
Jon patted the bracelet on his hand and dragged Ben back. Eddie, who had received the signal, also ran out from behind the tree. Then the two of them dragged Ben and ran back together.
Edmund was still trapped in the quagmire, but he was not anxious.
The Black Magic he had learned was not meant for mobile combat.
A cruel smile appeared on Edmund's face as he pressed his fingers on the strings again.
In an instant, the faint and long sound of the violin entered Jon and Eddie's ears. The music seemed to carry the whispers of ghosts as it echoed in their ears. In an instant, the music controlled their souls just like how it controlled Ben.
This sudden strong interference was hard for even Jon to resist. Eddie's legs went soft and he almost fell.
Instinctively, Chown grabbed Eddie from behind. All the spells he was about to cast were interrupted by the sharp pain in his mind, as if he was being pricked by needles.
"Damn it, the first layer of protection was activated."
Helga had cast a very strict protection spell on his soul, but this protection spell came with a price. At least with the current strength of Jon's soul, he would still feel very uncomfortable when the protection spell was activated.
Jon patted his head and forced himself to be alert. He dragged the two Ravenclaus' bodies back to the cave. No matter what, before Helga's protection spell lost its effect, they had to at least get back to the secret tunnel.
Seeing that his spell did not succeed in one hit, Edmund was surprised. His eyes became more and more furious. The restriction under his feet also ignited his anger.
The sound of the violin suddenly sped up like a storm.
Then, it stopped abruptly.
It was as if Jon's quagmire had reappeared and spread to his entire body. His entire body was restrained by some kind of force.
"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Black Musician from America."
Edmund's face was instantly filled with fear because he was too familiar with this voice.
In the entire Western magic world, no matter whether it was the Black Wizard or the White Wizard, there was no one who did not remember this voice.
The Great Guardian, the Legendary Wizard, Albus Dumbledore, and even the Black Wizard had heard his speeches at various international magic associations.
Damn the intelligence system. Didn't they say that Dumbledore was in Albania right now?
However, he could not make any sound. Dumbledore's low and warm voice sounded like the cold winter wind, making Edmund feel cold all over.
His hand trembled, and the violin in his hand was taken away by the old man.
"A bow made from a magic wand, made of yellow mahogany. The strings are not bad either. Is it the tendons of a red dragon? It seems that the poaching case was indeed done by the Black Wizard from America. "
"Mr. — Dumbledore."
The moment the air around him relaxed, Edmund hurriedly said, "I think this is a misunderstanding. I did not enter the castle of Hogwarts."
"I heard that the tendons of a red dragon can make fire?"
As if he did not hear Edmund's words, Dumbledore leisurely played with the violin in his hand. "Do you accidentally burn the violin when you play?"
"What did you say?"
"Like this …"
Dumbledore raised his hand and pulled the string. A burst of flame shot out of the strings and burned the entire violin clean in a short while.
"Look, isn't this flame very bright?"
Dumbledore made an exclamation expression on his face. He pinched the flame with his right index finger and thumb, creating a flame.
"What a beautiful flame. It's a pity that it can only burn for a short time. Would it be better if I changed the fuel?"
Edmund exclaimed, but he did not make any sound.
The flame in Dumbledore's hand landed lightly on Edmund's body. After a burst of sparks, only a pile of ash was left on the ground.
"Huh? There's no soul left? "
Dumbledore seemed to be asking a question. Then, a figure appeared under the moonlight.
Severus Snape walked up to him and handed a scroll of parchment to Dumbledore.
"That person's identity is all here."
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