Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 965: Harry vs. Helbo

　　 Inside the Taotao department store, the man has stood up.

　　 He didn't move, he didn't even open his eyes. But a step away in front of him, a hazy phantom was silently appearing.

　　 It's like a shadow, a gray-black shadow that stands upright and has an outline and an image. If someone has ever seen Helbo's real body, he would probably be able to tell it, and that's the truest appearance of Helbo.

　　 A bald head without a trace of hair, well-proportioned and strong muscles, a straight nose bridge... There is no doubt that this is a typical ancient Greek man—at least when he was young.

　　 That is Helbo's soul, strong and solid, just like substance.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Suddenly, the shadow knelt down and slammed his fist to the ground.

　　 "Boom! Boom!"

　　 is one or two more times, and it landed firmly on the floor of the store, with an aura of breaking the floor completely.

　　Finally, I don’t know how many times he smashed in total, and suddenly there was a dull cracking sound from nowhere. The shadow slowly stood up again, his hands calmly dropped back to his sides.

　　 However, the floor is actually intact, and it doesn’t seem that even a crack has appeared.

　　 But at this moment, the figure behind the shadow suddenly moved!

　　 I saw him walking forward with no expression on his face, passing through the shadow, and reintegrating it into his body.

　　 Immediately, Helbo raised his right hand, and a fiery flame condensed in his palm without warning.

　　 "Nice magic, yes... it's really good," he looked at the flames and said softly, "Unfortunately, no matter how complex defenses are, there will always be loopholes that can be cracked... Since You don’t like my first gift, so this second one, should you accept it?"

　　 Before the words fell, Haierbo decisively urged the flames to pour down from his palms, tumbling and rushing to the floor.

　　 It may be that those flames instinctively found an invisible entrance, but saw that they all rushed to the location where they had been hit repeatedly, and for a while, the surrounding temperature also rose rapidly. Got high.

　　 For a long time, Haierbo slowly grasped the source of the flame and let it go out again in his palm.

　　 "Huh... is it on the sixth floor? So, McLean, get ready to pick me up..."

　　 I don't know what he sensed. The next moment, he suddenly stepped on the place where the flames had infiltrated.

　　, first with one foot and then the other, he began to sink gradually...from the legs to the waist and then to the chest, and finally the entire head was submerged into the ground and disappeared.

　　……

　　 Saint Mungo Underground Corridor.

　　 Because of the torrent of flames, Hermione and the others had difficulty walking—whether they opened their eyes or not, they could only see a bright flame, and nothing else.

　　 Therefore, they had to touch the wall one by one and walk forward, so as not to keep everyone away from each other when it was temporarily difficult to see.

　　 "Although the flame is not at all warm, it still makes people feel uncomfortable to walk inside... Hermione, Sirius, can't we just wait at the top of the stairs for a while?"

　　It was Ron who was talking. He was dragged by Harry when Hermione and others passed by the hall.

　　 Of course, Neville and Professor Sinistar accompanied them. One of them is the first witness and the other is the professor. There is no reason not to come.

　　Hearing Ron's complaint, Hermione said suddenly:

　　 "Are you going to wait for the flame to stop by itself? Don't be stupid, it will be late by then!"

　　 She had just finished saying this, and suddenly she noticed that the surging speed of the surrounding flame waves slowed down. It seems... these flames that do not come from somewhere have already had the momentum to stop increasing.

　　 They didn't stop their steps, they were still walking deeper along the corridor, trying to find the culprit who released this sea of ​​flames as soon as possible.

　　 "Wait! Stop it!"

　　 It was Sirius who spoke this time.

　　His words would obviously not be as insignificant as Ron, and as soon as they spoke, everyone stopped moving forward.

　　 Then, they cast doubtful eyes on Sirius one after another.

　　 Sirius did not look at everyone, but he clearly felt the gazes of other people, so he immediately lifted it down and gestured to the ceiling.

　　 "Get back too close, and be ready to fight!"

　　 followed Sirius and looked up, everyone soon discovered that in the shadow of the ceiling, there was actually a pair of feet sinking silently.

　　 Honestly, if it hadn't been for Sirius who was observant and careful to remind him, even Hermione's keenness would not have noticed an extra pair of feet on top of her head.

　　 It was obvious that someone was coming down. Several people, including Sirius, all stepped back some distance in unison.

　　Hermione is standing higher, and Harry is next to her. At this moment, Hermione glanced at Harry subconsciously, wanting to see what his face was now.

　　 But she didn't expect it, and Harry happened to turn his face at this moment, causing the two to look at each other.

　　 "Hermione...you said, is it possible that it is Helbo?"

　　"...Uh, I don't know."

　　 Harry was more natural than Hermione’s cautious answer. When listening to Hermione say "don't know", he had put his hand on the brim of his hat, and his right hand drew his wand sharply and decisively.

　　 Apparently, this has become his most useful preparatory action for the battle.

　　 Seeing that there is nothing unusual about Harry, Hermione did not dare to relax easily. However, she also followed to take out the magic wand, and turned her attention to the ceiling for the time being-at this time the figure above had already settled near her waist!

　　 To be honest, it is undoubtedly an excellent choice to attack first before the opponent has fully shown up. But almost everyone hesitated and waited without saying a word, everyone holding their wand firmly.

　　 Is that Helbo? Yes or no?

　　All kinds of rumors and realities have caused tremendous pressure on everyone, and made the muscles and joints of the whole body seem to become stagnant.

　　 "Wow!"

　　The brilliance of the three spells passed through the air one after another, and suddenly shot in the direction of those legs. It was Sirius, Harry, and Neville who did it.

　　, followed by Hermione, her spell became the fourth light to illuminate the shadow.

　　 However, a series of four spells continuously penetrated through the half-drawn figure, and eventually all hit the ceiling, splashing a large amount of light particles and dust debris.

　　 The figure is still sinking, seemingly unaffected by it.

　　 "Retire! Retire again! No... leave here! Organize everyone to the sixth floor!"

　　 Sirius is starting to drive people.

　　 There is no way, the spell they cast seems to be impossible to fight at all. How can you fight this?

　　 It's a pity, even if he shouts fast, it seems that he is still a bit late. Before he even finished speaking, everyone saw that the figure was completely separated from the ceiling suddenly and "squeezed" from the top abruptly.

　　 "...all go...all go! I'll stay!" Harry took off the sorting cap, fixed his eyes on the figure floating in the corridor, gritted his teeth, "this time , Didn’t you use the sword to put out the fire?"

　　Hermione and others saw this, and they knew that they would be bad if they stayed. Everyone yelled "Harry be careful", and then Ginny, who was reluctant to leave, turned around and ran wildly.

　　 is nothing else, just because they have already seen the eyes of the man who seemed to hide endless cruelty.

　　 Those eyes opened slowly.

　　 That's Helbo! It is definitely Helbo himself! There can be nothing wrong.

　　……

　　 "Huh?"

　　I just came to Helbo in the underground corridor of St. Mungo. He first glanced at the boy in front of him, then passed Harry and looked behind him.

　　, you can see that there are still a lot of tumbling flames in this corridor, at least they are constantly licking everything around them at knee height.

　　 However, no matter how hot the flames are, those wizards, large and small, can move freely in the flames.

　　 At this point, Haier Bodang even frowned.

　　 Of course, although this is a little doubtful for him, it does not surprise him-there are many ways to avoid being burned by flames, and even the kind of flame he casts is definitely not impossible. Things to resist.

　　 What's more, when I think that Maca seems to have appeared in this hospital, many things don't seem so strange.

　　 At least Helbo knows ~IndoMTL.com~ These flames will probably not create too much problem for the young man.

　　 "Why, do you... plan to stop me alone?"

　　 put his gaze back on Harry, and Helbo asked calmly.

　　 Although his vision hides a little cruelty, his tone of voice is still gentle and soft.

　　 In fact, even if it is the cruelty in his eyes, it has only become a little impatient because of repeated attempts to enter here.

　　 However, the opposite Harry didn't respond a word, he just put his right hand in the hood of the sorting hat and stood motionless.

　　ha used his fingertips to gently slide over the hard object in the hood, and the cold touch penetrated into his heart through his fingers, making his heart seem to be beating more intensely.

　　 suddenly, he flicked his fingers and moved a little away from the hilt, then his entire palm was silently held around him.

　　 He knew that he could not retain his consciousness for a long time, and it was best to accurately grasp the time of holding the sword. After all, during this period, probably everyone hasn't been able to evacuate all from Saint Mungo.

　　 At this moment, his previous worries disappeared in his head, and there was nothing but a bland thought.

　　 Harry Potter-hold on!

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