For Haierbo, no matter how many attacks Maka endured, there was no damage; but for Maka, the only way to ensure that he was not harmed was by constantly dodging.
And a completely unequal battle like this is undoubtedly difficult to continue.
"Oops!"
In the extremely high-speed pursuit and dodge, the previously injured left arm naturally became a liability. No matter how much he paid attention, he was still hit by Haierbo's backhand on his left shoulder because of his unnatural movements.
Yes, he actually tried his best to speed up and dodge, but in the end he was still scratched a little bit. And just that "little bit" of contact made him feel the terrifying power that Haierbo now possesses.
"boom-"
Maka, who was flying at high speed in mid-air, was shot down to the ground in an instant, followed by a clearly audible shock. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough and applied protective magic to himself, blood would have been splattered on the spot.
However, the impact of landing can be eliminated, and Haierbo's backhand blow was real. You don't need to look at it to know that his shoulder is absolutely a mess of blood and flesh.
Of course, this injury, which looked serious to others, was obviously not a top priority for Maka.
Facing the black figure that immediately zoomed in from the air, he turned the staff over in his right hand without hesitation and faced it decisively with the sharp end.
"clang!"
Haierbo, who was approaching rapidly, took the initiative to stop at the moment when the staff stabbed his chest. Then, he lowered his head sharply with a ferocious expression, opened his mouth and bit down on the staff.
"Boom—"
With a clear sound of metal shattering, the basilisk horn staff that had been with Maka for several years finally broke - and it was bitten off by the devil's sharp teeth.
And when Maka quickly retreated to the side, Haierbo licked his teeth as if he was concerned, and said to himself as if he was nostalgic:
"Hmm... There is a familiar smell."
"How can I not be familiar with it?"
While Maka was speaking, she casually took out a bottle of healing potion, slapped the bottle on her shoulder, and applied the medicine on the bloody shoulder in an unusually sloppy way.
"It was originally made from the horn of the basilisk that you developed the cultivation method for. If you don't feel familiar with it, I would really have to doubt the authenticity of the contents of the relevant ancient books!"
This time, Maka didn't just say this because she was used to complaining, but... He was very clear about where he landed just now. If we go a little further, we should reach Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
In order to keep Herbo away from the castle, it is better to attract his attention first and take him away from here as soon as possible.
"Oh, Basilisk? It's so nostalgic..."
Haierbo lowered his head and glanced at the broken fragments from Maka's staff, and couldn't help but nodded.
"You have carved so many runes on it that I almost can't even recognize it."
He was talking to Maka, and seemed to have really paid attention to the conversation. But in the next second, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the castle behind him.
"Speaking of 'nostalgic'... McClain, do you know? In fact, I have been feeling nostalgic for this castle since I crawled out from the underground! After all, the only thing I have seen so far is ' It seems that this castle is the only one that remains the same."
"Tsk."
Seeing that Haierbo was not affected by his words and still turned his head in the direction that he least expected him to look at, he couldn't help but clicked his tongue lightly.
"'The Only'?" He put the broken staff back into the pocket on his waist and said with a slight frown, "To say that it hasn't changed much, isn't it because you still have that 'grave'? 'What?"
Maka's words are somewhat ironic. Because no matter how you think about it, the so-called "Herbo's Tomb" cannot be built by the other party himself.
"snort… "
After hearing Maka's mocking words, Haierbo finally turned around.
"That it hasn't changed... maybe! Unfortunately, before that 'underground tomb' was built, I was already shoved underground by the Slytherin guy, and I didn't have the chance to confirm what it looked like when it was first built! "
After saying this, Haierbo suddenly exerted force with his foot, and the force was so great that a pit was kicked out of the ground.
However, just when he was about to rush towards Maka again, and even Maka was ready to dodge, a blue-white flame suddenly rushed out from the side, prompting the two They all stopped in place.
"Professor McGonagall? Get out of here quickly, this-"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Mag walking out of the woods nearby, and he was holding a large, rather crudely carved wooden goblet in his hand.
In the wooden cup, the flames were full of fire, and there were so many that they seemed to overflow.
"Goblet of Fire?"
Yes, because the champion of the Triwizard Tournament was won by Harry by some mistake, the Goblet of Fire stayed in Hogwarts according to the rules. Maka naturally remembers this.
But, can this thing still be used in combat
The flame in the Goblet of Fire is based on the eternal flame - the Gubler Immortal Fire. This flame may sound mysterious and bluffing, but in fact it only has the effect of "not going out".
This kind of flame is suitable for giving gifts to the giant tribe, but other than that it doesn't have much use.
However, the flames splashed out by Professor McGonagall just now seemed to be different from what Maka had imagined.
"Maka, find a way to contain him!"
"No, Professor McGonagall! It's no use—"
Although Maka was indeed a little surprised by the appearance of the Goblet of Fire at the moment, he also really felt the power from the windless and automatic flames.
Unfortunately, that may be powerful enough for Mag, but it has no effect on Haierbo today.
That guy is an expert at playing with fire!
"Bang!"
Just as Maka was trying to stop Mag, the flames in the Goblet of Fire had spread out like waves again, turning into a blue and white fire phoenix in mid-air.
There is no doubt that this is Professor McGonagall's best transfiguration technique, and now it seems to have the essence of Dumbledore back then.
However, not enough! Still not enough!
"It scared me... Humph, phoenix? It has an empty body but no soul. There are still many ways to go on the road to summoning!"
If this fire phoenix was really constructed through the orthodox "Spirit Summoning Technique", perhaps Haierbo would have to treat it with caution. But as he said, transformation is only a part of the ancient summoning technique. The fire phoenix without a soul is just a ball of flame with its own shape.
Haierbo just punched back and blasted it away in an instant.