Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1232: Don’t let me down

In this world, there really seems to be a "demon".

Of course, the so-called "demon" is actually just a title. They may not have a pair of curved ram horns, and they may not even have any particularly obvious symbols.

However, as stated in the letter from Delphi, it is certain that they have great power.

According to the relevant chapters of the ancient magic book "Abatel", no one knows where the "demon" came from, even the wizards who tried to activate the demon summoning technique to attract them. The only thing that can be known is that they will be attracted by sinful souls and then descend into this world.

The Demon Summoning Technique was designed and created on the basis of this theory.

As for what powers the demons have...or how powerful they are. According to Delphi's description, they not only surpass common sense in physical strength, but also possess unique and terrifying talent magic. Ordinary wizards are no different from Muggles in the face of demons.

What's more terrifying is that there are no distracting thoughts in the devil's heart, they only come to taste the living soul. They have no mercy, they have no fear, they do not know good or evil, and even the person who summons them to come cannot control their every move.

However, summoning such an astonishingly powerful existence is not yet Helbo's ultimate goal. Because what he wanted was not a disobedient summoning object at all, but that powerful summoning object!

Yes, with the immortality of the Horcrux and the immortality of the remnant soul, what Haierbo is best at is robbing others of their bodies to resurrect. Needless to say, the devil’s body is definitely difficult to seize, but once he succeeds...

It is hard to imagine how strong Haierbo who gave up being a man will be.

To be honest, the information Delphi added really made Maca feel very bad. He read it three times in a row before he could barely digest the information in it, and finally calmed down a bit.

But when Maca turned around and wanted to go back and talk to Akinbard, another thought suddenly came out from the bottom of her heart.

"Wait," he moved for a while and couldn't help but wonder, "Where did Delphi send this letter? Could it be that she hasn't left London yet?"

Due to the fog in London, long-distance positioning has become very difficult, and even communication has been affected. If Delphi had already gone to the Mediterranean, it would be impossible for the ice bird to pass the credit to him so quickly.

Adding to the fact that it hasn't been long before she and Delphi have just separated, Maca can only think that the other party may not have left the city of London yet.

"Something is wrong, there must be a problem."

Thinking of this, Maca instantly put aside the idea of ​​going back to Akinbad, and flew over the street following the slight magical trace left by the ice bird flying.

"This way?"

Maca stepped on the magic book and flew forward in the air constantly, while flying, carefully sensing the wave of magic power in front of him. Because of the influence of the gray fog, the magical power fluctuations lasted for a short time, and his perception ability was also weakened a lot, and the pursuit of this path seemed very difficult.

But not long after, he still touched an uninhabited street little by little, and finally sensed some other, more responsive magical fluctuations in the deepest part of the alley.

But he could feel that the wave of magic power was fading away quickly at this moment.

"...under the ground?"

Before that magic power disappeared, Maca realized that the direction of those magic power fluctuations came from under his feet.

After taking two steps later, Maca suddenly waved his hand, and the floor of the roadway paved with bricks immediately arched. For a while, the earth surging up and the bricks undulated, and soon he dug a deep pothole.

The next moment, Maca didn't hesitate, and jumped into it with a single leap.

"Stones?"

Under the effect of the spell, Maca's body floated down for a while, and as the surrounding brightness decreased a little bit, he also fell deeper and deeper. After a while, he suddenly felt a hard feeling coming from under his feet.

Shaking his fingers at random, a ball of light radiated brightly under the pitch black ground, dispelling the darkness around him.

"Huh?"

You can see now that what he is stepping on is indeed a big rock...or rather, a slate. On that slate, a series of neatly arranged characters and patterns gave Maca a familiar feeling in his heart.

Of course, Maca still remembers the mirror space where Delphi went to. There is only London in black, white and gray, which is impressive. Not only that, but he remembers how he got into that space in the first place, because he spent a lot of time looking for that kind of slate afterwards.

But who knows, when I tried to find it all the time, I couldn't find it anywhere, but now it just appeared at his feet.

"The magic wave has completely disappeared?"

Maca squatted down a bit, reached out to touch the lines on the stone slab, and secretly said in her heart:

"Just now... Delphi should have started it, right?"

If he comes later, he might have missed it again... No, if Delphi hadn't sent the ice bird to send him supplementary information, he wouldn't even have come here.

It can be said that this should be an accident that Delphi accidentally overlooked.

"What exactly does she want to do?"

Maca frowned for a while, and put aside the doubt that could not be answered for the time being, and leaned down to study the slate. It can be seen that the characters on this stone slab are obviously different from those on the last time.

……

Let's not mention that Maca is very confused by Delphi's actions, at least compared to him, Harry and Neville's goals are very clear.

After a fierce battle, the two cooperated in tacit cooperation to finally behead a black-eyed wizard on the spot. Although the battle was very hard and Harry was injured a bit, they were undoubtedly the two who killed the Collector for the first time in this war.

"Harry, is your shoulder okay? Do you feel any discomfort?"

In the fight just now, Harry's shoulder was pierced by the opponent's sharp black thorn, and his injuries looked very serious at the time.

But he still endured the severe pain of a big hole in his shoulder, gnawing his teeth while bleeding, and finally found a gap and pierced the opponent's head with the Gryffindor sword. .

After all, he lost too much blood because of the delay, and fainted as soon as the battle was over.

To be honest, that scared Nawei so much that he was rushed to heal his injuries and blood, and finally he was rescued.

Harry shook his head immediately when he heard Neville's question with some worry.

"It's okay, you see, it should be just a normal injury. There should be no strange black magic attached to the black thorn."

After waving his arms twice to show Neville, Harry touched his chest, but his face wasn't that pretty.

"But to be honest, the feeling of stabbing that guy in the forehead was more uncomfortable than the injury on the shoulder." He frowned and muttered softly, "I feel a little sick. ..."

Because the Gryffindor sword is very sharp, he barely touches the opponent's head, just like when he practiced with the duel puppet earlier.

But even so, the feeling of personally killing people is definitely not much better.

Slightly lowering his left hand, Harry lifted the sword that he had been holding tightly in his right hand. The silver blade of the sword was still as clean as a mirror. The previous battle did not leave any traces on it, even There is no trace of blood.

Who would have thought that such a delicately carved, gorgeous-looking silver sword is actually a big killer that can easily take human lives?

"Harry, don't think too much," Neville reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him, "Although I didn't kill it with my own hands, so I may not be qualified to speak big...but, that The guy must have killed a lot of innocent wizards and Muggles by now, that's what he deserves!"

While speaking, he suddenly glanced behind him at the witch who had been rescued by them before, now holding her child and closely following the footsteps of the two.

"Look, when we met that guy, didn't he just want to kill the lady? You should understand that we did the right thing."

"I know," Harry nodded, "I know, it must be right to save someone. I didn't regret killing him... I just didn't get used to it. It was a little nauseous."

Tightening the palm of his right hand holding the hilt tightly again, Harry took a deep breath.

"Well, don't think about it..." He sighed and said silently, "This is disgusting, and it's nothing compared to the tragedies that are happening in downtown London. I just hope ~IndoMTL.com~ This disaster can end as soon as possible! How many deaths have we seen just along our way?"

"Yes!"

These two boys, who should have been a year away from graduating from school, are holding their weapons tightly at the moment, and their bodies are stained with their own or other people's blood.

They sighed and walked forward one after another, walking into the distance amidst the chaos everywhere.

This is a real disaster, a disaster that forced people who shouldn’t have suffered so much pain and sorrow to face despair.

At this moment, the perpetrator of this disaster not only has no regrets, but even exulted as the disaster progressed, letting out a burst of creepy laughter.

"Hurry up... Hurry up... the tenth..."

Hailbo stood in the middle of the clearing, standing in front of the group of "apprentices" with their heads down, whispering to himself.

"McLean... Excellent young man, don't you let me down?"