Chapter 196

Maka looked back and saw a red eyed Harry.

At this time, Harry was full of a violent smell. With Gryffindor's sword in his hand, he passed Marca in a strange posture and rushed straight to the chimera.

"What's the matter?" Marca frowned.

The chimera opened its mouth again, and another flame came out and went straight to Harry. But Harry didn't dodge. He suddenly raised his sword and split the flame

Marca noticed that at the moment Harry raised his sword, there seemed to be a flash of gold on the sword. If he hadn't been staring, I'm afraid he wouldn't have noticed the detail.

"Huh?"

He was just about to sigh about Gryffindor's eccentricity, but he inadvertently noticed another anomaly - the chimera's eyes didn't seem to be right?

"Is that... Black gas?"

……

While Harry was having a good fight with the chimera, some small things happened in the audience.

"Dumbledore, just now..."

Filch, who had been patrolling the outfield, suddenly ran to the guest seat and whispered to Dumbledore. Dumbledore's expression was very calm, but the sharp eyes hidden behind the lens seemed to reveal that things were not so simple.

He thought a little and nodded.

"Sorry, it's a bit urgent. I need to leave..." Dumbledore said to the other members of the jury sitting on both sides. "I'll be back as soon as possible."

As if to confirm his words, just as his voice fell, a green light suddenly jumped up in the sky in the direction of the school gate. Almost in the blink of an eye, the green light had reached the highest point, and then exploded, attracting the attention of the audience.

With the spread of a dark green light and fog, a huge skeleton appeared in the sky. A green snake winding out of the skeleton's mouth seemed to laugh at everything in Hogwarts.

"Black mark!"

I don't know who shouted, and panic spread like a plague.

"Calm down!" Dumbledore shouted. He didn't even use the amplification spell. He just sent the sound to everyone by his magic vibration.

At this moment, the position of the "greatest White Wizard of contemporary times" in people's hearts was clearly revealed. Almost everyone immediately calmed down, and everyone looked at Dumbledore's tall and straight body.

This old man with white hair and wrinkles will always be our spiritual pillar. As long as he is still alive, it means that he hopes not to go away from everyone - I believe everyone thinks so.

"The Dean led the students of their respective colleges back to the castle, and they are not allowed to go out." he calmly issued a command, "Mrs. Maxim and Professor Orson, please also lead the students of their respective schools into the castle for shelter; Mr. bagman, please go in together!"

"But... And the warriors in the maze?" Orson said suddenly.

Hibiscus had abstained before, but Maka was still inside! As a leading professor at demstrom college, he had to care about it - although he didn't think Maka would be in any danger.

"I'll close the exit of the maze for a while," Dumbledore said calmly, glancing at the maze below. "It might be safer for them to stay inside..."

Since Dumbledore had said so, Professor Orson would not refute anything. With a nod, he gathered demstrom's students and left behind busbarton's team.

After arranging the current affairs, Dumbledore hurried towards the school gate.

……

Harry, who was fighting with the chimera beast, did not know that at this moment, the originally bustling audience was now empty.

Of course, in his current state, even if Voldemort stood in front of him, he might not recognize it.

Now Harry was in that strange state again.

Maybe it's the problem of Gryffindor's treasure sword itself, or there are other incentives... In short, he is like a beast who only knows how to fight. In his heart, there is a raging flame, a flame of anger that wants to burn everything.

Holding the glittering Gryffindor sword in his hand, he rushed all the way towards the chimera. Whenever the flame comes, it is cut out with a sword, and the powerful flame of the Kemira beast will be completely scattered by the blade.

That kind of indomitable and fearless momentum would never happen to Harry in ordinary times.

When Harry approached a certain range, the chimera again spewed out a large flame, trying to stop Harry from approaching.

However, this almost invincible move lost its due effect under Harry's sword.

Harry raised his sword to his head with both hands, and then cut it straight down. Suddenly, the flame like a high wall was easily torn apart.

He stepped forward decisively and stepped out again. At the same time, the backhand of the sword was lifted and aimed at the throat of the chimera.

The chimera beast felt the power of Gryffindor's sword. It immediately raised its upper body and avoided the fatal blow.

At the same time, the lion's paw shot down. If it did, Harry wouldn't live long if he didn't die.

But Harry at this time would not have been a little alarmed by this situation. In his heart, there were no other emotions. There was only a strong sense of war that was almost crazy.

"Drink!"

He took a little step to the left, and at the same time, the sword swung out again. With a "hiss" and a groan, the chimera beast aroused its ferocity even more - its front paw was cut off in half.

"Roar -"

The chimera roared wildly, turned back suddenly, and the dragon tail threw at Harry with great speed. The strength was so great that even the sound of breaking the air sounded.

Harry just fell into some crazy state of extreme war, and the power of Gryffindor's treasure sword was so powerful that he was able to fight until now.

But at present, this rapid attack beyond his reaction ability is something he can't cope with. He's about to be hit by the fast dragon tail.

"Shenfeng shadowless! Maximize!"

Marca quickly lifted the wand. A shapeless magic blade seemed to cut through the space. Almost at the moment of lifting the wand, the chimera's dragon tail broke from the root and flew out rubbing Harry's cheek.

In fact, Maka's blow was not so powerful. He only cut a small half at most. At least half of the reason why the chimera's tail is so simply broken is due to itself.

If it hadn't been thrown so vigorously, it wouldn't have been so rooted and broken. You know, even if Maka played the spell to the limit, it wouldn't cause so much damage to it.

With another roar, the chimera retreated again and again - it obviously wanted to escape.

However, a broken tail is not so easy to act! Sure enough, it just stumbled back a few steps and fell to the ground - it had temporarily lost its ability to control its balance.

How could Harry miss such a good opportunity at this time? He hurried up and waved a sword at the falling neck of the chimera.

"Roar -"

The dying struggle of a chimera is no joke. Maka quickly waved her wand as she ran forward. Suddenly, Harry flew back as if he had been dragged by his collar.

The next second, the giant claws of the chimera swept out with such force that even the hard rock ground was scraped off by it.

For a time, the rubble flew and splashed, and Maka had to block them all with an obstacle spell.

"No -"

Just as Maka was about to give the dying chimera one last shot, he heard Hermione's scream. He didn't understand why she shouted; He didn't understand why she screamed so hard.

But the next moment, when a red blood swept over his shoulder and bloomed on his cheek

He seemed to understand, but he was more confused.

Whose blood is this? He doesn't know, because it's definitely not his... Whose will it be?

Maka turned back with a tight face. Suddenly, a dazzling golden color occupied his whole field of vision. Followed by a soft body, it bumped heavily into his arms.

Maka almost lost her balance and was knocked down on the cold ground.

It was a familiar and strange smell, strange and nostalgic - it was a mixture of godigan and spices. He only felt that the whole nasal cavity was full of this strange smell.

"Luna?"

Maka was stunned. He almost subconsciously hugged the weak boneless body in his arms. The next second, he was acutely aware that there seemed to be a damp feeling on the skin of the palm.

Just then, a white light flashed before his eyes.

He raised his right hand conditionally, and his magic wand, which he always held tightly, stretched straight forward. With the flash of fire, it seemed that something flew backwards.

But Maka was no longer in the mood to think, or he had already understood what had just happened.

"Luna..." he repeated the name again, and his voice was very low.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he threw his wand away and touched his waist with his trembling right hand.

Trembling, he took out a bottle of magic medicine and poured it into the mouth of the girl in front of him.

"Luna... Luna... Luna..."

While waiting for the medicine to work, he just held Luna tightly in his arms, and everything around him seemed meaningless.

"... Luna."