Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 195: Light golden nightmare

Maca turned around, but he saw Harry with crimson eyes.

At this time, Harry was exuding a violent atmosphere. Holding the Gryffindor sword in one hand, he brushed past Maca in a strange posture, and rushed straight towards the Kamera. Past.

"What's the matter?" Maca frowned.

The Kemera opened its mouth again, and another flame spurted out and went straight to Harry. Unexpectedly, Harry didn't evade, he suddenly raised his sword and suddenly split the flames...

Maca noticed that at the moment Harry raised the sword, there seemed to be a flash of golden light on the sword. If he hadn't been staring at it all the time, I'm afraid he would not be able to notice this detail.

"Huh?"

He was about to sigh casually about Gryffindor's eccentricity, but inadvertently noticed another anomaly-the Camera's eyes, it seems that something is not right?

"Is that... black air?"

……

While Harry and the Kemera were happily fighting, some small things happened on the main guest seat of the viewing station.

"Dumbledore, just now..."

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

He thought for a moment, then 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 will be back as soon as possible."

As if to confirm his words, just as his words fell, a green light suddenly appeared in the sky in the direction of the school gate. Almost in the blink of an eye, the group of green light had already flown to the highest point, and then it burst apart, attracting the audience's attention.

As a dark green mist spread, a huge skull appeared in the sky, and a green snake snaked from the skull’s mouth as if laughing at Hogwar. Everything here.

"Dark Mark!"

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

"Calm!" Dumbledore yelled. He didn't even use the amplification spell, and his magical vibrations conveyed the sound to everyone's ears.

At this moment, the status of the "greatest contemporary white wizard" in people's hearts is fully revealed. Almost everyone fell silent immediately, and everyone looked at Dumbledore's tall and straight body.

This old man with white beard and hair and dense wrinkles will always be the backbone of everyone's soul. As long as he is still alive, it means that I hope not to go away from everyone-I believe everyone thinks so.

"Dear deans lead the students of their respective colleges back to the castle, and they are prohibited from going out." He calmly issued the order, "Mrs. Maxim and Professor Orson, please also lead the students of your respective schools into the castle for temporary shelter; Pakistan Mr. German, please go in together!"

"But...what about the warriors in the labyrinth?" Orson said suddenly.

Furong had already abstained before, but Maca is still in it! As the leading professor of Durmstrang College, he had to care about this matter-although he himself didn't think Maca would be in any danger.

"I will temporarily close the maze exit," Dumbledore glanced at the maze below, and said calmly, "They may be safer to stay in..."

Since Dumbledore said so, Professor Orson would naturally not refute anything. He nodded, then nodded to Durmstrang's students, and left behind Boothbarton's team.

After arranging the things at hand, Dumbledore hurried to the school gate.

……

Harry, who was battling the Kamera Beast, didn't know that at this moment, the crowded auditorium was now empty.

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

Harry is now in that peculiar state again.

Maybe it is the problem of the Gryffindor sword itself, or there are other incentives...In short, he is now like a beast that only knows how to fight. In his heart, a violent fire is burning. Flame, that is a flame of anger that wants to burn everything.

He held the Gryffindor sword that flickered with cold light in his hand, and rushed towards the guest Myra. Whenever the flame comes on, it is cut out with a sword, and the powerful flame of the Kamera beast will be completely dispersed by the sword blade.

That kind of indomitable and fearless aura would never appear in the usual Harry.

When Harry approached within a certain range, the Kemera beast spewed out a large flame again, trying to prevent Harry from constantly approaching.

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

I saw Harry holding the sword in both hands and raising it to the top of his head, and then it fell straight down. Suddenly, the flames that looked like a high wall were easily torn apart.

He decisively stepped forward again, and at the same time raised the sword with his backhand, aiming at the throat of the Kamera.

As if feeling the power of the Gryffindor sword, the Kameramon immediately raised its upper body to avoid a fatal blow.

At the same time, its raised lion's claws slammed down. If it hits, Harry will probably not live long even if he is immortal.

But at this time, Harry would not have panicked at all about this situation. In his heart, there are no other emotions, and some are just a kind of strong fighting spirit that is almost crazy.

"Drink!"

He took a step to the left, and at the same time the sword slashed out again. With a soft "chirp", the kemara beast wailed, but it aroused its fierceness even more-its front. The claw was cut in half.

"Roar--"

The Kemera roared wildly and turned around abruptly, and the dragon's tail flung towards Harry at an extremely fast speed. The intensity was so great that even the sound of breaking through the air sounded.

Harry was only caught in a state of extreme warfare madness, coupled with the power of the Gryffindor sword, he was able to fight until this moment.

But he couldn't deal with this kind of fast attack that exceeded his ability to react at the moment. He was about to be hit by the dragon's tail coming fast.

"Shen Feng Wuying! Maximize!"

Maca raised his wand quickly with eyes and hands, an invisible magical blade seemed to cut the space. Almost the moment the wand was raised, the dragon tail of the Kamera was broken from the root. When he came, he wiped Harry's cheek and flew out.

Actually, Maca's blow was not so powerful, he only cut a half at most. At least half of the reason why the Kemera's tail is broken so simply is in itself.

If it weren't for it to shake so hard, it wouldn't be so all-in-one. You know, even if Maca used this spell to its limit, it wouldn't cause it so much damage.

There was another roar, and the Kamera beast backed away—it was obviously trying to escape.

However, it is not so easy to move with a broken tail! Sure enough, it just staggered back a few steps before crashing to the ground-it had temporarily lost its ability to control the balance of the body.

How could Harry miss such a good opportunity at this time? He hurried to chase after him, and swiped a sword at the drooping neck of the Kameramon.

"Roar--"

The dying struggle of a Kamera is no joke. Maca ran forward and waved his wand quickly. Suddenly, Harry flew back upside down as if being pulled by the collar.

The next second, the giant claws of the Kamera beast swept out, so powerful that even the hard rocky ground was scraped off by it.

For a time, the rubble flew in all directions, and Maca had to use an obstacle spell to block them all.

"No--"

Just when Maca was about to give the dying Kamera one last time, he heard Hermione's screams. He didn't understand why she screamed; he didn't understand why she screamed so heartbreakingly.

But the next moment, when a puff of red blood ran over his shoulder and bloomed on his cheek...

He seems to understand, but he is even more confused.

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

Maca turned around with a strained face, and suddenly, a dazzling gold occupies his entire field of vision. Following him was a soft body, which slammed into his arms hard.

Maca could hardly maintain his balance and was knocked down on the icy ground.

It was a familiar and unfamiliar smell, weird and nostalgic—it was a mixture of Gordigan and spices. He only felt that the whole nasal cavity was filled with this peculiar fragrance.

"Luna?"

Maca was stunned for a moment, he almost subconsciously hugged the weak boneless body in his arms. In the next second, he keenly noticed that there seemed to be a damp feeling on the skin of his palm.

At this moment~IndoMTL.com~ a white light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

He raised his right hand in a reflexive manner, and the wand that he had always held tightly stretched out straight forward, as the fire flashed, as if something flew out.

But Maca is no longer in the mood to think, or, in other words, he has already understood what happened just now.

"Luna..." He repeated the name again, his voice extremely low.

As if suddenly remembering something, he threw the magic wand that would never leave his body to the side, and touched his waist with his trembling right hand.

He tremblingly took out a bottle of potion, and then desperately poured it into the mouth of the girl in front of him.

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

While waiting for the effect of the medicine, he just hugged Luna tightly in his arms, and everything around him seemed meaningless.

"...Luna."