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 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 flash of golden light on the sword. If he hadn't been staring, he probably wouldn't 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 Chimera Beast, something happened at the guest of honor seat on the viewing stand.
"Dumbledore, just now..."
Filch, who was patrolling the outfield, suddenly ran to the guest seat and whispered something to Dumbledore. Dumbledore's expression was calm, but the sharp eyes hidden behind his lenses seemed to reveal that things were not that simple.
He thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Sorry, it's a bit 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 burst out in the sky in the direction of the school gate. Almost in the blink of an eye, the green light flew to its highest point, and then exploded, attracting the attention of the audience.
As a burst of dark green light 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 magic 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 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 spiritual support of everyone. As long as he is still alive, it means that hope has not gone away from everyone - I believe everyone thinks so.
"The deans will lead the students from their respective colleges back to the castle, and all are 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.
Furong had already abstained and came out before, but Maka was still inside! As the leading professor of Durmstrang College, he had to be concerned about this matter - although he himself did not think that Maca would encounter any 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 said so, Professor Orson would naturally not refute anything. He nodded, nodded to 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 Chimairamon, 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 inducements... In short, he is now like a beast that only knows how to fight. In his heart, a violent flame is burning. A flame of rage that wants to burn everything.
He held the Gryffindor sword with cold light in his hand, and rushed towards the Chimeramon at high speed. Whenever flames come near, just swing the sword and strike out. Chimairamon's powerful flames will 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 flames, trying to stop Harry's continuous approach.
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 apart.
He decisively stepped forward again, and at the same time he raised his sword with his backhand, aiming at the throat of the Chimera beast.
As if Chimeramon 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 any panic at 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 Chimera beast screamed, which aroused its ferocity even more - its front paws were actually Cut off half.
"Roar-"
The Chimera beast roared wildly, turned around suddenly, and swung its dragon tail towards Harry at an extremely fast speed. The intensity was so great that the sound of breaking through the air was heard.
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 was beyond 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 extremely 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 a small half of it at most. At least half of the reason why Chimeramon's tail was cut off so neatly was its own fault.
If it hadn't been thrown so vigorously, it wouldn't have been completely broken off. You know, even if Maka uses this magic spell to its limit, it will not cause it such great harm.
There was another roar, and the Chimera beast retreated continuously - it obviously wanted to escape.
However, it’s not that easy to move with your tail cut off! 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 pulling 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 was shouting; he didn't even understand why she was screaming so heart-wrenchingly.
But the next moment, when a plume of bright red blood swept over his shoulder and bloomed on his cheek...
He seemed to understand, but he was even more confused.
Whose blood is this? He didn't know, because it definitely wasn't his... Then whose could it be
Maka turned around with a tense face, and suddenly, a dazzling golden color occupied his entire field of vision. What followed was a soft body that hit his arms hard.
Maka could barely maintain her balance and was knocked down to the cold ground.
It was a smell that was familiar yet unfamiliar, strange yet nostalgic—a mixture 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, and 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 in front of his eyes.
He raised his right hand reflexively, and the wand he had always held tightly stretched out straight forward. With the flash of fire, something seemed to fly out.
But Maka was no longer in the mood to think, or in other words, he had already understood what 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 have no meaning.
"…Luna."