Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

A few days ago, when the mysterious and weird gray mist quickly covered the entire city of London, many people ... including Maca, smelled a breath called "disaster".

There is no doubt that it was the beginning of a big trouble-after that, a series of troubles and blood just proved it.

The Haierbo apprentices who have fallen into madness and lost their self, one by one, as if possessed by demons from hell, raised the wand in their hands to start the merciless killing.

They became lunatics and cold-blooded black-killer killers. They killed many Muggles and wizarding people with the secret black magic that people have never seen before.

From the moment innocent blood began to spread on the wet floor tiles on the street, the disaster kicked off on this stage called "London, England".

So it can be said that it was the gray mist that set up the stage, and the stage was full of sadness and horror.

However, when the fact that "the real demon broke away from the space, appeared in the city center, but was limited by the envelope of fog" suddenly appeared to Maca's eyes, he found that he did not seem to have What aversion to this **** fog.

Because in this he actually saw a buffer opportunity for himself, for everyone, and even for the entire British magic world.

...

"boom--"

A touch of silver and white light suddenly hit the demon's incomparable chest. When the mist was scattered, Maca stood with her stick in her left hand without moving.

After all, the use of rules is limited. After several continuous accelerations, his "quickness" ability finally reached its limit. And when he couldn't use this ability any more within a short time, how to continue to fight against the demon with terrible physique seemed to be a big problem.

Yes, after several resurrections, Haierbo's combat strength has actually recovered to be very close to the current Maca. But in the mirrored space, the time he persisted in front of the demon was remote and not as long as Maca.

In addition to some of the reasons for neglecting the enemy, the more important thing is that Maca has the speed and responsiveness of no less than demons!

It's a pity that his speed is not from his own, but what was given by the test that Royna Ravenclaw had prepared for the "candidate".

As soon as the time limit is reached, Maca will not be able to continue to accelerate in a short period of time, and for Maca ... it seems to be equivalent to being the biggest "balance of power" that is directly drawn from the enemy.

Without speed, what else could he use to stalemate with that demon? And how do you get more time for the Muggle and Wizarding people who are desperately evacuating London?

Kingsley's signal has not yet appeared, which means that it is far from the moment when he can let go. In this case, even if he already understood that the other party could not leave the fog envelope, that would not help.

And all this, Maca had understood from the beginning.

Therefore, when he was tangled with the demon and procrastinated, he had already begun to figure out other ways to deal with his stall.

That's right ... for example, patron saint!

When watching the silver eagle patron saint that Shicai called himself stretched out, and swiftly and fiercely launched an impact on the other side, Maca was secretly relieved.

Correct!

Even with the strength of the patron saint, he couldn't bear the devil's blow at all, but repeated recovery did not cause a great burden on Maca.

This is different from the use of regular magic, which requires a lot of magic power to support, and the willpower of the wizard is also the "nutrient" of the guardian curse. Although the mental strength of Maca is also tired of repeatedly rebuilding the patron saint, this can be persisted with perseverance.

As a result, dragging a bar due to a shoulder injury became a cumbersome right arm, and Maca fought against the demon with the howling silver eagle for nearly two hours.

In the meantime, Maca seems to be still brewing something.

"No ... sin! This is not sin ... sin needs to be destroyed!"

The devil held up his strong chest, and even if the silver eagle, which was bigger than himself, hit his chest, the huge impact made him take a few steps back.

But then he stood firmly on his heels, and then picked up a pair of thick arms like a doorpost, and forcibly twisted the silver eagle guardian **** who hit him into a fluff of silver haze.

But Maca, who was standing not far away, only frowned, and her feet were not moving.

When the other party took a step and wanted to speed up towards him, they saw the light mist swirling up and down, traversing half a circle in the air at a very fast speed, reuniting into a silver eagle and rushing towards the black demon The side.

The black-and-white contrast, time seems particularly strong.

"boom!"

Another collision made the opponent suddenly stunned, and even if the person who lost the balance was even stronger, it was obviously difficult to exert his due strength.

The next moment, while the demon restored his balance and attacked the patron saint, Maka, who had been brewing for a long time, suddenly stretched out the staff in his left hand. Under his urging, a bonfire of soul flames spurted out, and turned into a second black giant eagle the size of the patron saint among the beards.

Needless to say, Delphi's "daughter" can use the summoning technique to call out the ice giant bird. His "daddy" is at least not worse than his daughter, isn't he?

For a time, the two eagles, apparently very different from each other in tandem, attacked the demon silently, and the scene was spectacular.

In the distance, Harry looked at the scene with strong visual impact, and unconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, not even noticed when Stewart had left.

"I know the curse of the patron saint ... To tell the truth, Neville's lion is obviously not lost to Maca's silver eagle. But what about that black giant eagle? Why ... why ..."

He seemed to feel something from the black flame-wrapped eagle, but he couldn't describe it well in words, and then he paused.

After a while, when the silver eagle and the black eagle cooperated with each other and entangled the devil, Harry finally murmured to himself:

"Ah! It was Voldemort--the black hawk, the same way I felt when I was watching Voldemort!"

It was a feeling of wanting to overtake everyone, everything, and even death. It was an attitude that was fearless even if it was not recognized.

That is……

"Confident? Proud? Or ... arrogant?"

This time, Harry's feeling was quite clear and keen. Unfortunately, if Maca knew what he thought, he would tell him that he was actually some distance from the real "arrogance".

After all, the "arrogant" rune, which is one of the branches of the rules of the soul, was not suitable for Maca.

While Harry was deeply shocked by the distant scene, Maca was still carefully watching the battle ahead, in order to determine whether the two eagles were enough to replace the previous one to drag the devil's footsteps.

"Uh-"

The silver eagle was shattered again by the opponent, and at the same time, the black giant eagle rushed to the opponent's back, pushing the opponent back.

And when the demon turned back to deal with the black shadow, the patron saint of the silver eagle quickly gathered again and pecked at the black bald head of the opponent.

At first, it might be a little worse, but now the two eagles cooperate with each other, but they finally have the qualification to confront the demon.

In this way, nearly two hours passed quietly.

When Maca and Harry suddenly saw a red fire blast rising from the distance, and a pattern resembling a phoenix exploded in the sky, they both realized that Kingsley had sent a signal.

Maca, more than Harry, knew more about what Kingsley meant to release that signal—that meant that not only had several teams on the wizard's side completed their evacuation, but even the Muggle people were there. With the cooperation of the army, it was separated from the misty urban area.

"Harry, go! Exit the misty area!"

While controlling two giant eagles to continue harassing the demon, Maca yelled in the direction where Harry was.

When Harry heard it, naturally he wouldn't doubt Maca's order. At that time, he stepped on the broomstick and flew to the nearest gray border.

On the other side, Maca confirmed that Harry had rushed out of the fog the next second. When he dropped the two eagles still fighting with the demon, he turned around and rushed out of the fog.

It didn't take long for me to hear two bangs in the foggy wall, and the patron saint of Silver Eagle eventually failed to rush out with him. It was the black flame eagle whose soul flame was the main subject, and by how much he had the ability to reshape himself, he followed him out of the mist.

Seeing the dim figure of the demon wandering for a while on the edge of the mist, but it really did not mean to chase outside ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Maca could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At least, it's definitely not wise to fight again until you find a way to deal more effectively with the opponent.

"Maca? That guy ... can't get out of it?"

Hearing Harry's voice behind him, Maca shook her head.

"At least ... does that look right?"

Even if Harry was notoriously slow among his companions, he could not help hearing a clear uncertainty from Maca's words. And this is already quite rare in Maca.

"... Maca."

"Relax," Maca turned around and patted him on the shoulder. "This is an opportunity for us to regroup. If we can hold it back, we will take London back sooner or later."

In other words, "Hold this opportunity before Haierbo" was right-just to reassure Harry, he didn't make it too clear.