harry potter book of crimes

Maka turned around and saw Harry with red eyes.

At this time, Harry's whole body exuded a violent aura. He held the Sword of Gryffindor in one hand, passed Maka in a strange posture, and rushed straight towards the Chimera.

"What's going on?" Maka couldn't help but frowned.

The Chimera beast opened its bloody mouth again, and another stream of flames spurted out, heading straight for Harry. Unexpectedly, Harry did not dodge, he suddenly raised his sword, and suddenly split the flames.

…

Maka noticed that the moment Harry raised his sword, there seemed to be a golden light flashing across the sword. If he hadn't been staring at it, he might not have been able to notice this detail.

"Um?"

He was about to lament Gryffindor's partiality, but he inadvertently noticed another anomaly - the Chimera's eyes didn't seem right either?

"Is that... black energy?"

…

While Harry was having a good fight with the Chimaira, something happened at the guest of honor seat in the viewing platform.

"Dumbledore, just now..."

Filch, who was originally patrolling the outfield, suddenly ran to the 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 something.

Things are not that simple.

He thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Sorry, I have something urgent and I need to leave for a while..." Dumbledore said to the other members of the judging panel sitting on both sides, "I will be back as soon as possible."

As if to confirm his words, just as he finished speaking, a green light suddenly shot up in the sky in the direction of the school gate. Almost in the blink of an eye, the green light had already reached its highest point, and then it

It exploded with a bang, attracting the attention of the audience.

As a burst of dark green light mist spread, a huge skull appeared in the sky. A green snake snaked out of the skull's mouth, as if mocking the people in Hogwarts.

everything.

"The Dark Mark!"

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

"Calm down!" Dumbledore shouted. He didn't even use the amplifying spell. He only relied on his own magical vibration to convey his voice to everyone's ears.

At this moment, the status of this "greatest white wizard of our time" in people's hearts was clearly revealed. Almost everyone immediately fell silent, 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 spiritual support of everyone. As long as he is still alive, it means that hope has not left everyone - I believe everyone thinks so.

"The deans will lead the students from their respective schools back to the castle. They are all prohibited from going out." He calmly issued the order, "Mrs. Maxim and Professor Orson, please also lead the students from your respective schools into the castle for temporary refuge; Mr. Bagman

, please come in together!”

"But... where are the warriors in the maze?" Orson suddenly said.

Fleur had already abstained before, but Maka was still inside! As the leading professor of Durmstrang College, he had to pay attention to this matter - although he himself didn't think Maka would encounter it.

What danger.

"I will temporarily close the exit of the maze," Dumbledore glanced at the maze below and said calmly, "It may be safer for them to stay inside..."

Since Dumbledore had said so, Professor Orson would not refute anything. He nodded, ordered all the Durmstrang students, and left behind Beauxbatons' team.

After arranging the immediate matters, Dumbledore hurried towards the school gate.

…

Harry, who was fighting the Chimeramon, didn't know that at this moment, the originally bustling auditorium was now empty.

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

At this moment, Harry fell into that strange state again.

Maybe it's a problem with Gryffindor's sword itself, or maybe there are other incentives... In short, he is now like a beast that only knows how to fight, and a violent flame is burning in his heart.

It is a flame of anger that wants to burn everything.

He held Gryffindor's sword with cold light in his hand, and rushed towards the Chimeramon at high speed. Whenever the flames approached, he swung his sword to strike out, and the powerful flames of the Chimeramon would immediately be completely dispersed by the sword blade.

.

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

When Harry got within a certain range, the Chimaira beast once again breathed out large amounts of flames, trying to stop Harry from approaching.

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

Harry held the sword in both hands and raised it to his head, then slashed it straight down. Suddenly, the high wall of flames was easily torn open.

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

As if Chimera felt the power of Gryffindor's sword, it immediately raised its upper body to avoid the fatal blow.

At the same time, it raised its lion paw and slapped it downwards. If it hit, Harry might not live long even if he didn't die.

But at this time, Harry no longer showed the slightest panic about this situation. In his heart, there were no other emotions, only a strong fighting spirit that was almost crazy.

"Drink!"

He took a slight step to the left, and at the same time, the sword slashed out again. With a soft "chi" sound, the Chimaira screamed in sorrow, which aroused its ferocity even more - its front paws were actually

Half of it was cut off.

"Roar--"

The Chimera beast roared wildly, turned around suddenly, and swung its dragon tail towards Harry at an extremely fast speed. The force was so strong that it even made a sound of breaking through the air.

Harry just fell into a state of extreme war-loving madness. Coupled with the great power of Gryffindor's sword, he was able to fight to this point.

But at the moment, this kind of fast attack that exceeded his reaction ability was something he couldn't handle at all. He was about to be hit in the middle by the dragon's tail coming at a very fast speed.

"Shen Feng Wu Ying! Maximize!"

Maka raised the wand with quick eyes and hands, and an invisible magic blade seemed to cut through the space. Almost the moment she raised the wand, the Chimera beast's dragon tail broke from the root, and

It wiped Harry's cheek and flew out.

In fact, Maka's blow was not so powerful. He only cut off a small half at most. At least half of the reason why Chimeramon's tail was cut off so cleanly was its own fault.

If it hadn't been swinging so vigorously, it wouldn't have been completely broken off. You know, even if Maka used this spell to its limit, it wouldn't have caused such great damage to it.

There was another roar, and the Chimera beast retreated continuously - it obviously wanted to escape.

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

How could Harry miss such a good opportunity at this time? He quickly chased after him and swung his sword at the Chimera beast's hanging neck.

"Roar--"

The death struggle of a Chimera beast was no joke. Maka quickly waved her wand while running forward. Suddenly, Harry flew back as if someone was dragging him by the collar.

The next second, the giant claw of the Chimera beast swept out with such force that even the hard rock ground was scraped off a layer of stone skin.

For a moment, rubble flew in all directions, and Maka had to use a barrier spell to block them all.

"No--"

Just when Maka was about to give the dying Chimera the final blow, he heard Hermione's scream. He didn't understand why she screamed; he didn't even understand why she screamed.

So heartbreaking.

But the next moment, when a plume of bright red blood passed over his shoulder and bloomed on his cheek...

He seemed to understand, but he was even more confused.

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

Maka turned around with a tense face, and suddenly, a dazzling golden color occupied his entire field of vision. Following closely, was a soft body, which hit his arms heavily.

Maka could barely maintain her balance and was knocked down to the cold ground.

It was a familiar but unfamiliar smell, strange and nostalgic - it was the mixed smell of Gordig roots and spices. He felt that his entire nasal cavity was filled with this strange fragrance.

"Luna?"

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

At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

He raised his right hand like a reflex, and the wand he had always held tightly stretched out straight forward. With a flash of fire, something seemed to fly out.

But Maka was no longer in the mood to think about it, or in other words, he had already understood everything that had just happened.

"Luna..." He repeated the name again, his voice was particularly deep.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he threw aside the wand that never left his body, and touched his waist with his trembling right hand.

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

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

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

"...Luna."