"Attention, everyone, keep up! Harry, slow down a little, don't forget you are riding a Firebolt—"
Hermione's shout reminded Harry, causing him to hastily reduce his flying speed.
There was no way, since Harry had the Firebolt, he had already become accustomed to regular speeds of more than 100 miles per hour.
And if you include the top speed of 150 miles per hour when chasing the Golden Snitch, the current flight is like crawling for him.
It's no wonder that he will leave his position if he is not careful now.
But the one who felt the most uncomfortable flying was definitely not Harry, but the other members who had to stay consistent around him.
Although the formation designed by Hermione was incredibly powerful, it could theoretically launch attacks at any time while moving. But theory is just theory after all. In practical application, the error it allows is too small.
Sometimes as long as one person deviates too far from his position, Harry's side will inevitably interrupt the magic without warning, and this is very likely to be fatal in a battle.
Therefore, even if everyone remembers where they should be, they have to slow down in order to reduce the probability of problems to an acceptable level.
"stop!"
Suddenly, with Hermione's order, everyone stopped low in the street.
"Everyone, take your places... Harry, pay attention to the intersection on the right in front!"
From the time they first arrived in the outskirts of London until now, this group of young wizards, most of whom are still students, have already killed more than a dozen monsters.
During this period, things were not always smooth sailing for them.
At first, they tried to maintain the formation while moving, because that would have many benefits. For example, Harry would be able to find better attack angles.
However, it was too difficult to maintain position relative to each other while flying.
Several times, the movement of one or more members of their team was disrupted, and the team was almost approached by monsters.
Seeing that the danger was right in front of them, many people hurriedly raised their wands and tried to use ordinary magic spells to repel the approaching monster.
But it turns out that the effect of Hermione's rune array is so powerful that it is absolutely unmatched by ordinary spells.
And in those moments when the spells were almost ineffective, it was ultimately because of Hermione's command that everyone adjusted back to the correct formation as quickly as possible, and no attrition occurred.
But perhaps it was precisely because of those few close encounters with danger that everyone had a clearer understanding of this "London Search and Rescue" operation.
At least, almost every one of them already has a clearer idea of the situation they may face next.
But to be honest, those members who were closest to the monster at that time were probably about to leave a psychological shadow.
For this reason, Hermione finally gave up her flexibility and chose a more secure way of advancement.
She confirmed through repeated observations and tests that the longest-range attack method of those monsters was the strange gray-black flame, but even that kind of flame could not fly too far.
Therefore, the best way to suppress them and deal with them safely is to keep a sufficient distance from the opponent as much as possible.
"coming!"
Before he finished speaking, Harry also saw the black cloaked figure floating from the right side of the next intersection, and he immediately spoke to confirm:
"Are you ready?"
"That's it!"
"Buzz-"
A blue beam of light shot out from the stone slab sticking out in front of Harry. In an instant, it spanned almost half the street and landed on the road below the side of the monster.
A little crooked again!
It's obviously impossible to hit the target right from the start.
The magic cast by using the stone slab of the magic text diagram is not like casting spells with a wand under normal circumstances. It will not be modified by the wizard's personal will and will always be straight forward.
Especially the farther away the target is, the greater the error in visual judgment will be.
But it doesn’t matter. Since it can’t be controlled by thoughts, isn’t it possible to correct it manually
It's a pity that those monsters can move after all.
But Leng Buding noticed that such a powerful attack fell under him. Although the monster had no emotions, he also knew the power of the blue beam, so he hurriedly flew up.
Upon seeing this, Harry immediately turned up the slate in his hand, causing the beam of light to suddenly pass over the monster.
"boom!"
After being hit by the beam, even if it was just a moment, the monster suffered an extraordinarily powerful impact and flew back a certain distance involuntarily.
Harry, on his side, naturally took advantage of this good opportunity to continue adjusting his angle in order to kill the monster quickly.
You know, there are so many little wizards who serve as magic sources to supply magic power, but in the final analysis, it is still limited. In terms of consumption, it takes a lot of magic power to maintain the operation of this formation. It is better to save as much as possible.
Unexpectedly, suddenly, the monster that seemed to have lost its balance just now suddenly resumed its activities, accelerated instantly and flew high into the sky.
At almost the same time, everyone suddenly saw another blue-white light pillar shooting into the sky in the distance. Both in terms of power and effective range, it is much stronger than their blue magic beam.
"It's Maka!" Hermione said excitedly, "It's Maka over there-"
On the other side, Harry, who was among the crowd, of course saw the beam of light, and also immediately understood that Maka was indeed fighting in downtown London.
To be honest, this was the first time they felt this feeling of standing on the same battlefield with Maka. And they have all worked hard for this day.
"Thank you, Hermione!"
Before he finished speaking, Harry turned the stone slab upwards, and the blue beam of light suddenly swept high into the sky.
Now that they are fighting side by side with Maka, how can they let a monster escape easily
The blue beam of light failed to break through the clouds like the light beam of the power of rules. It only began to significantly attenuate at a certain extreme height, but it was obviously more than enough to deal with the monster.
Looking at the target that turned into a black mist high in the sky and dispersed, Harry happily clenched his fist and waved it hard.
"We are all Hogwarts!"
"We are all-"
Before everyone could finish shouting the slogan, they heard Hermione suddenly shout:
"Attention! A large group of dark creatures appear in the southeast sky! Immediately lower your height and hide..."
Soon she couldn't speak anymore, because she was shocked to find that there was a small figure in front of the group of monsters. The wizard riding a broom didn't know whether he was leading the group of monsters or was being chased by monsters. He was flying towards the northwest.
Well, if I have to say it, maybe the guess of "being chased" is more likely.
Should he be saved? Or in other words, how should we save it
"Hermione?"
Harry turned around quickly and glanced at her.
From Harry's side, there was actually nothing to hesitate about... of course he had to save him! Not only did he want to save, he also wanted to eliminate all those monsters in one fell swoop.
It just so happens that they are all gathered together, so you don’t have to look for them one by one!
"Are you sure you can lure those monsters here without hurting that person?" Hermione asked Harry calmly.
"Use this?" Harry raised the slate in his hand, then immediately shook his head and said, "No, no, no... Such a long distance, the error is too big, I don't want to kill anyone!"
He said, but paused for a moment, then turned to:
"However, it would be no problem if I go there and attract them myself - you know, they will never be able to keep up with the speed of the Firebolt!"
When Hermione heard this, she hesitated for a moment, but soon she nodded again.
"Be careful. If you encounter a danger that you cannot escape from, then—"
She didn't finish her words, because to be honest, the disadvantages of Harry's trump card were even greater than the advantages, so it was better not to use it.
After Harry heard this, he subconsciously held up the pointed hat on his head and showed a "Don't worry" smile.
Of course, what Hermione was talking about was the Sword of Gryffindor. As someone who had been practicing all his life, Harry knew very well that this sword was quite deadly to use.
He didn't want to wake up one day and find that all the corpses of his good friends were lying in front of him, and the sword of Gryffindor was stuck in the chest of one of them.
That was so creepy!
But in order to ensure that he had the strength to protect Ginny and protect others, Harry still used it as his trump card.
After all, judging from current experience, as long as you don't use it for too long, you won't lose yourself. Remember to keep this in mind, and the Sword of Gryffindor will become the greatest power at Harry's disposal.
After waving to everyone, Harry pulled up the broom handle of the Firebolt and rushed straight into the air like a real rocket.
Ten seconds to reach the current top speed record for broomsticks. This is the charm of the Firebolt and one of the reasons for its high price.
At this speed, even Harry, who had excellent flying skills, couldn't make too many moves. He could only lean down, get as close to the broom handle as possible to reduce wind resistance, and quickly approach the group of monsters in the sky in a straight line.
In the blink of an eye, Harry had passed directly under the twenty monsters at high speed, and he had spotted the opportunity to throw the Flying Sand and Stone Curse at one of them.
Without any warning, the monster at the front seemed to suddenly stall and collide directly with other monsters behind it.
"Sir... land! Find a place to hide!"
Harry suddenly slowed down, reversed direction and passed by the man in the suit in front of him - who could the guy who was being chased miserably by the monster be if he wasn't little Victor