Once upon a time, the blade still held in the hands of Godric Gryffindor was a legendary sword that was said to be able to split all magic in two.
So far, Harry has not been able to make it reach that amazing level again. But when he swung his sword and slashed through the magical nodes of Haierbo's mirror world magic one after another... even if it was just a little bit, the power that this legendary sword should have finally began to be vaguely revealed in his hands.
This may be the first time Harry has tasted the power of anger in a state of extremely clear mind. This feeling is undoubtedly very wonderful.
"Come on! Although you have been trying your best to use these realistic mirror images to bring me down since just now, in the final analysis, isn't your purpose still to kill me?"
"Now that I have given up the endless use of offense instead of defense, facing me with flaws everywhere, it is obviously much easier for you to kill me when you are still hiding in the dark than in the stalemate like just now!"
"Come on! Take action! Take action, Haierbo!"
"If you don't take action, then I... will escape from this 'cage' you set for me!"
Harry was no longer confused.
Although Haierbo's current location was still an unsolvable mystery to him, he knew that the situation between him and Haierbo at this moment had been completely reversed.
Yes, it was obvious that the moment Harry decided to take action, he naturally revealed that he had discovered the magic nodes and planned to cut off the discovered nodes one by one.
Speaking of which, this should have been a very disadvantageous thing for Harry who wanted to get out of trouble, but it was also somewhat helpless. Once he started to act, Halbo, who was looking at everything, would notice his actions anyway. True intention.
However, now, when Harry simply said this directly, this situation has been given a new meaning.
If Haierbo still stands still, then as Harry cuts off the magic nodes one by one, this mirror space will fall apart sooner or later; and if Haierbo takes action at this time, facing Harry, who has made it clear that he is prepared, he will always be cautious Is he really willing to be led by the nose like this by a young man who he previously thought was "reckless and ignorant"
When the sword blade silently passed by a certain node again, Harry noticed that Harry, who seemed to have made no new moves for a long time on Haierbo's side, took a moment to glance at the mirror figure chasing after him.
It seems that his strategy is very successful, and Haierbo seems to have fallen into a certain degree of contradiction. Otherwise, just like the other person whispered in his ear at first, that guy would have continued to whisper to him!
However, Harry, who had made a rare comeback, was not only not proud, he was not even happy at all.
Because only he knows that the magic nodes he has mastered with the help of Hermione and others from the outside may not be all. Every time a node is cut off, the chips in his hand are reduced by one point - in this bet that he took the initiative to win, the two sides are not equal to each other, are they
Fortunately, this time, he seems to have made the right bet!
"laugh-"
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the blind spot of Harry's sight while he was sprinting at high speed. Although Harry, who had always been alert during this period, noticed the attack in time and turned around with his sword to block a claw attack, he still failed to prevent the second attack that almost happened at the same time.
Before reaching the location of another node, Harry was easily knocked away far away. As for the confrontation and counterattack he planned, he failed to do so at all.
"Tsk."
In mid-air, Haierbo, who finally appeared in person, turned over his palm and looked at the scars on his sharp claws when he was blocked by Gryffindor's sword, and clicked his tongue unhappily.
"Isn't it good to just die of exhaustion in the blindness of the mirror? You have to force me to take action, because you feel that only in this way can the things your friends have done for you not be in vain..."
As he spoke, Haierbo suddenly pointed at the locations where the gravity had changed abnormally.
"…these 'efforts'?"
But at least…
"So, is it that one?"
Harry was knocked flying and flipped several times in mid-air before he regained control of his broom and stabilized.
There was a raging black flame attached to his abdomen. The wounds under the flames seemed to be not shallow, and the blood had stained his pants red. But this was the best result he could manage to achieve by tightening his abdomen and making evasive movements at that moment.
The devil's attack was not something that a human's weak body could easily resist.
But at this moment, Harry seemed not to feel the pain that affected his body and soul at the same time. Although his eyes were only fixed on Haierbo, the corner of his vision inadvertently glanced at the position behind him. And passed.
At the same time, Haierbo’s sarcasm continued—
"...Young man, if you provoke me again and again, the consequences will be very serious. Now the soul flame is attached to the wound, and the soul is being burned all the time while losing blood. It must taste good, right? Don't worry, take it. When you come down, you will definitely suffer a hundred times... a thousand times more than now."
Halbo seemed to have no intention of wasting time anymore. Even in this situation, even if he could kill Harry, he would probably inevitably suffer some injuries from Gryffindor's sword, but he didn't want to bother anymore. .
Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot again, and then appeared almost simultaneously behind Harry in the distance. And the moment he appeared, the monstrous soul flame also burst out at the same time.
With the devil's claws pulled out from behind him at close range, and the soul-eating black flames rushing and gathering in all directions, Harry's situation has reached the most critical moment!
However, it was also at this moment that under his pair of lenses, in the blue eyes inherited from his mother, there was something in his face, which was full of gray marks and blood stains and seemed to be carved from the same mold as his father. But just firm.
"clang!"
Controlling the broom under him in a neat circle, Harry narrowly blocked the blow at the last moment and flew backwards with the huge force.
While flying out in the opposite direction, he continued to make subtle adjustments to his flight path, dodging the black flame tentacles sweeping toward him again and again, all in one go.
This whole set of actions is like a Seeker who was attacked by a Bludger in a Quidditch match and was dodged one after another by the batter's continuous pursuit. And of course he has only one goal, which is the "Golden Snitch" that can make his entire team win the game!
"Hey, swords aren't allowed in Quidditch—"
While subconsciously muttering these words, Harry finally thrust out the Gryffindor sword in his hand under the pursuit of infinite black flames.