harry potter book of crimes

Chapter 1891 The true face of the Gryffindor sword

At this moment, Hermione understood that she had overestimated her mastery of the rules of gravity; at this moment, Harry realized even more the importance of Mr. Blois in their last trip.

The group of them finally saw what it would be like to be surrounded by hundreds or thousands of enemies with only seven people.

A large number of living corpses were divided into the ground and the air, attacking them from all directions. The high density of enemies formed a shielding effect that even thick fog could not achieve. No matter which direction you looked, it was all black and dense.

People seem to feel that darkness has fallen.

Neville's lion patron saint, which was supposed to be highly immune to physical attacks, was torn into a cloud of silver-white light particles by countless sharp claws and magic more than ten minutes ago, densely packed with life.

The swarm of corpses occupies all the surrounding space, making it impossible for it to reassemble and regain its shape.

After that, Hermione and others were quickly forced to the ground by more and more flying zombies. Simply using gravity traps could only pull them to the ground. As the number of accumulated enemies continued to increase,

Increasingly, the effect of gravity rules within a fixed range is becoming less and less effective.

If Hermione and Luna hadn't learned to prepare for a rainy day under the influence of Maka's formal habits, they had drawn a set of magic cards in advance at the Weymouth camp and prepared a rather powerful protective formation.

I'm afraid there have already been casualties among them.

At present, everyone who is exhausted can only temporarily hide in the emergency formation, watching the magic barrier being crumbling under the attack of a large number of living zombies, while taking a rest in fear.

Only Harry, holding the sword of Gryffindor and having twice strengthened his physical fitness with the help of the sword, was still fighting hard outside the barrier at this moment.

In order to reduce the burden on the magic barrier that protects Ginny and everyone as much as possible so that it can last longer, he knew that he could not stop swinging his sword even if he died of exhaustion here.

It can be said that at this moment, he no longer had time to think more - he put aside the "courage" in Godric Gryffindor's words and put aside his trip to Winchester to meet Maka.

The "purpose" and even the "angry" towards Haierbo for being despicable and cruel and for being incompetent and incompetent were all thrown out of the window.

He only knows one thing now, and that is to dodge attacks and attack the enemy!

This is the case when you are in a real battlefield. No one has time to think too much. In order to protect the only persistence in your heart, all you can do is kill and be killed, nothing else.

"Crack-"

Suddenly, Ginny and Hannah activated their rune arm shields at the same time, and two blue-white beams of light suddenly shot out in two different directions.

The next second, they struggled to move the arm wearing the arm shield, so that the regular light beam, which had a short cooling time, could hit as many enemies as possible.

It's a pity that the rune props left by Maka are not him after all, and their magic power cannot maintain the power of the rules for too long. In this scene where everyone is surrounded by enemies, although the effect is surprisingly good, in the final analysis it is still a drop in the bucket.

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After two densely packed ice sculptures were left behind, the living corpses that rushed forward quickly drowned the frozen "companions". Immediately afterwards, everyone only heard a burst of clicking sounds, the enemy and even themselves

He trampled his frozen companions into pieces.

"Ginny! Ron! Neville! Hannah!"

The unknown liquid slid across his face, and Harry couldn't tell whose wound it was from, or whether it was cold or warm.

It was just that the muscles and joints all over his body seemed to be creaking, and he suddenly realized that he might collapse at any time in his current state.

But he couldn't fall.

"Activate the rune!"

"But -" Ginny lost her voice, "In this case, once the power of the rules of Gryffindor's sword ends, you... you will die!"

Yes, although Maka originally asked Luna to use the rules of empathy to make a rune necklace, allowing Harry to use the spiritual power of Ginny and the four of them to forcibly activate the true power of the Gryffindor Sword, there is still a

Extremely restrictive.

Once the statute of limitations has passed and Harry's mental strength as the subject is on the verge of exhaustion, the anger rules will be immediately suspended and Harry will lose consciousness on the spot.

In this situation where there are so many enemies and almost no one can rescue him in time, he will definitely have no choice but to die.

However, Harry, who was still swinging his sword, said immediately:

"Even if I don't activate it, I will still die - I will not enter the barrier, and only by using the full power of Gryffindor's sword, I, and you, may have a glimmer of hope."

"Damn it!"

Ginny and others gritted their teeth and touched the necklace hanging around their necks while using a rare curse word.

"I'm here to help you."

Luna pursed her lips and said very seriously.

So in the next moment, the pendants around the necks of five people, including Harry, suddenly shone with a faint blue light.

"Well."

The discomfort began to accumulate in Harry's body... to be precise, it began to accumulate in his soul. Connecting the spirits of four people at the same time would obviously put a considerable burden on him.

But the good thing was that the trust between the five of them meant that Harry did not suffer any backlash because of this. Instead, he could clearly feel the four streams of support coming from the minds of his companions.

However, before he knew it, Harry's eyes gradually became bloodshot and turned red.

"Hah... haah——"

The smooth blade of Gryffindor's sword suddenly glowed with light, and runes that even Hermione and Luna didn't recognize appeared one after another, floating away in Harry's uninterrupted swing.

Then, Harry, who had forgotten his anger for a time, felt the taste of anger again!

"Roar!"

A loud shout was squeezed out of his dry throat, and the wand he had been holding tightly in his left hand was silently left on the ground. Then Harry held the hilt of the sword with both hands, as if he was being held by the sword...or rather, by

Some kind of power in the sword guided it, and it slashed forward diagonally as if it was driving it.

It was a sight that had never been seen before in the modern magic world - it was like dropping a small stone in the corner of a quiet lake, and the silver ripples spread quietly, from the sword light like a bend.

It rises like the moon and suddenly fades into glory, without leaving any trace.

In this extremely quiet moment, people could not imagine that its origin actually came from a kind of regular power called "anger".

But Harry understood at this moment that extreme anger can be cold and silent.

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