harry potter book of crimes

In the underground cave, the fierce battle continues.

The sounds of fighting continued one after another; flames mixed with gravel flew up, making the huge vertical cave into chaos.

The flame dragon flew tenaciously in the air, and even the light beam formed by the power of the cooling rules could not completely freeze it.

Maka knows very well that the environment here is equivalent to the home field of the flame dragon. With the continuous replenishment of the lava lake, it is indeed not easy to deal with it.

Of course, with his flexible movements, the Flame Flying Dragon couldn't do anything to him either.

If this was a normal battle, Maka wouldn't have to worry too much at all. Because in this case, the one who consumes magic power faster would obviously be Mr. Blois.

With the staff in hand, he only needs to drag the opponent into a war of attrition, and the balance of victory will inevitably tilt to his side.

However, he obviously cannot do this now.

At the moment, his only enemy is Mr. Blois. If Voldemort comes later, he will have no choice but to return without success today.

At this moment, it was he, not Mr. Blois, who lacked time more.

"How about learning Gryffindor for a while?" Maka thought about it while avoiding the flame dragon, "Well... although it's worth trying, I'm just a Hufflepuff!"

Since entering Hogwarts, he has only studied with Gryffindor once, and just that one time left him with the worst memories.

Yes, it was the time at the end of the first semester when he went to stop Voldemort from possessing Quirrell.

"I always have a bad feeling..."

Maka muttered to herself, but in the next moment, "Swift" was fully activated.

The assassin's ability was enhanced by his body. Just stepping on the magic book could not make him fly faster. So he stepped hard in mid-air, and then walked along the path that had been blasted by the fierce battle.

The bumpy stone wall started to run.

Speaking of which, because he was too busy on weekdays, he had not practiced physical skills for a while. Even though he had activated his abilities to the limit, the speed was not as fast as he imagined.

But having said that, in the eyes of Mr. Blois, Maka at this time is enough to surprise any wizard.

Because Maka ran faster than he flew, the flame flying dragon couldn't catch up with him.

Blois frowned slightly, and the wand in his hand trembled continuously, and a large number of stone awls suddenly sprang out from the stone wall. Between the interlaced canine teeth, almost every stone awl was aimed at Maka's foothold.

"Concentrate!"

Maka closed her eyes slightly, and her vision suddenly became dark.

While abandoning visual judgment, sound, temperature, airflow and even magic power have all become one of the elements that constitute his vision.

Continuous running and jumping, as he adapted to avoiding the stone cones again and again, he gradually regained his original feeling.

The sting of stone chips hitting your face, the vibration of the stone wall under your feet, the rolling heat wave from the lava lake, the warm air whistling in your ears, the lingering smell of sulfur in your mouth and nose...

Everything around him was stimulating his nerves, bringing him closer to the spirit of Gryffindor House.

He could sense that the majestic magic source representing Mr. Blois was getting closer and closer to him!

"You are obviously not a lion, but you still want to pretend to be a lion..."

Maka complained as he suddenly took his last step.

"What on earth am I doing!"

With this step, he suddenly burst out with the greatest strength, passing over the flying flame dragon at extremely fast speed, and rushed straight towards Blois.

In the air, he stretched his arms and pointed his staff straight ahead, and an invisible wave of magic spread out.

"snort."

Mr. Blois snorted coldly, pointed the wand in his hand forward, and aimed the tip of the wand at the rushing Maka accurately and quickly.

"What magic?"

The moment she noticed the sudden tightening around her body, Maka, who was extremely sensitive to the flow of magic power, reacted immediately.

He quickly retracted his staff and suddenly swung it to the side. Immediately, a gust of air arose out of thin air, rolled him up very roughly, and threw him out forcefully.

"Avoided?" Mr. Blois whispered to himself.

He seemed to be a little surprised, but the wand in his hand did not pause at all. In the moment of decisive swiping, the flame dragon immediately spit out a huge fireball.

Maka reluctantly turned around in the air, raised her staff in front of her, and a shining ice crystal barrier appeared.

"boom!"

The fireball hit the barrier heavily, erupting into a large amount of magma, ice chips and smoke. In the smoke, Maka, who received a strong impact, suddenly flew out and hit the opposite stone wall.

Mr. Blois controlled the flame dragon mercilessly and continued to rush towards the location where Maka fell, obviously not intending to leave any room for Maka to breathe.

It sounds complicated, but this series of lightning-fast encounters ended in just an instant.

"So, Gryffindors... can't learn it!"

In the dust on the opposite stone wall, a blue-white light beam broke through the smoke and dust, and accurately hit the swooping flame dragon.

Another burst of flames flew away, and Mr. Blois' pursuit was blocked.

Although Maka was very concerned about what kind of magic Blois had cast on him when he made a forcible attack just now, he had no time to think about it now.

Once a close combat begins, it cannot be stopped easily!

Suddenly bursting out of the smoke, Maka waved the staff again, and a huge black mist skeleton headed towards Blois. Even the soul magic that had not been used for a long time was used. You can imagine the depression in Maka's heart.

And know.

Blois could be merciless to him, but he couldn't do that. This was a matter of principle.

However, it seemed that he was destined to not go well this time. When Blois was caught off guard and suddenly retreated, Maka suddenly frowned.

He gave up this best opportunity to regain the initiative, threw the magic book casually, and flew upwards on it again.

There was no other way. When he realized that the flame dragon did not attack him, but turned over and rushed to the other side, he immediately realized that something was wrong——

Hestia, who was fighting above the cave, was injured and fell down!

"open one's eyes!"

Maka shouted loudly, and suddenly raised the staff in her hand, and the beam of light chased the flame dragon. At a critical moment, the beam of light hit Hestia first before the flame dragon pounced.

"Get in!"

Taking advantage of Mr. Blois' opportunity to step aside to avoid the soul magic, Maka flicked the staff in time and sent Hestia into the cave on the stone wall.

"Come out!"

Seeing Hestia being thrown into the cave with a whoosh, Mr. Blois could no longer remain calm and roared with anger.

Of course, Maka would not let him take action against Hestia. A hurricane fell again, sweeping away the flames that Blois had hastily set off without a trace.

And in the next moment, Maka rushed towards Blois again.

"roll!"

Several huge waves suddenly arose in the lava lake, and they were thrown towards Maka. But Maka just said "Okay", and with a feint, he also rushed towards the cave.

"Stop!"

As Mr. Blois roared again, a giant rock hand suddenly stretched out from above the cave and struck down from Maka's head with a violent aura.

"boom!"

Maka left an ice crystal barrier to block it, and jumped into the cave before the giant hand clapped it.

As soon as he entered the cave, he rushed immediately. The tunnel inside was not long, and before long, he found that he had stepped into a stone room that was not too big.

It can be seen that this stone room was probably dug out temporarily. Although there is no shortage of tables, chairs and beds here, and it is decorated like a luxurious bedroom, it only lacks the atmosphere of life.

And here, besides Hestia, who was sent in first by Maka, there is another familiar figure.

"Willie?"

Maka looked at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, and the girl was also looking at him quietly.

"Good afternoon, Maka."

That bland greeting and that expressionless face made Maka feel a sincere feeling of intimacy.

The Willy in front of her was not wearing the school's wizard robe, but a set of pink velvet pajamas, with a head full of crystal white hair hanging down from her back and spread out on the bed.

There was a hint of incomprehensible meaning in her eyes.

"Well, yes..." Maka was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Good afternoon."

Before he finished speaking, another person rushed in from the tunnel behind Maka - that was Mr. Blois, Willy's father.

Maka took two steps to the side and gave up a little space.

No matter what, he wouldn't start a fight in front of his daughter. Not to mention that it would definitely affect Willy. Even if it didn't, as a father, he wouldn't do anything indiscriminately in front of his daughter.

After all, Maka is also Weili's classmate and friend.

"McLean, take that woman out immediately, you are not welcome here!" Mr. Blois said angrily.

But Maka just shook his head. He looked at Weili a few more times, and then turned to look at Weili's father.

"Mr. Blois, we are already here, why can't you just explain a few words to me?" Maka asked seriously, "What is Willy doing here?"

However, Willy's father looked at him coldly and still had no intention of saying anything.

"So, Willie..." Maka turned to look at the girl beside the bed again, "Can you tell me why?"

Willy looked at him calmly, her breathing was steady and light, but the inexplicable meaning in her eyes was deepening bit by bit.

Maka, who has always been good at analyzing other people's behaviors and even reading people's hearts, suddenly realized that he had never understood her eyes, not even once.