Chapter 1269 5 Hours Ago

Speaking of which, since Maca gained the ability to perceive magic power, he has been paying attention to sensing all the movements around him all the time.

Including when he was doing research alone, when he was eating and drinking, and even when he was covering himself with a quilt and planning to have a good sleep.

However, this was all forced out by a group of dark wizards such as Voldemort, Greenwald, and Haierbo.

To tell the truth, he had never been so vigilant even in his dreams, save for the first days when he had left home for Torpoint, and had been tossing around as a child.

Yes, even after the initial difficulties in Topoint, although I still slipped and slipped in various cracks every day, at least I could always sleep soundly every night.

However, since the first year after entering Hogwarts...

"...Well, I don't want to."

Suddenly, Maca shook his head, throwing these thoughts to the back of his head—the reason why he suddenly thought of these was entirely because he was completely putting away his sensory ability in a very rare way at the moment, like an ordinary Feeling the darkness in the mist like a human, hurrying along according to memory.

To be honest, this feeling of being blind really made it difficult for him to adapt.

But there is no way, right now he is sure that there must be someone nearby who is quietly staring at him, but he cannot easily find him.

Because he knew that the person staring at him was actually his future self.

Of course, although this matter is somewhat convoluted, it is actually quite simple. After all, he came out this trip with the intention of using a time-turner. In order not to cause trouble to his future self out of thin air, he even had to hide from his past self when he came back. It would obviously be much more convenient for him to actively gather his perception.

After gathering his mind and not squinting, and walking around from the alley next to the department store to a dead end at the back, Maca took out the Time Converter from his arms, and glanced at the top of the staff he was leaning on. glance.

The stone ball covered with fine lines was still glowing red from time to time, but other than that, there was no movement. This shows that he did not have any possibility of "encountering" his future self during this short journey.

Uh, but... Whether this thing is effective or not, you have to really try it out to know.

Averting his eyes from the staff, Maca looked at the Time Converter held in his left hand.

In fact, as soon as he took this thing out, he felt that the old wound was being aroused, which was caused by the regular fluctuation of the sand of time. Although this alone will not make the injury worse, it will not be comfortable after all.

But you have to use things when they should be used, don't you?

"Five hours."

Looking at the time converter in his hand, Maca confirmed it again in his heart - if it was only a retrospective within five hours, the possibility of touching that "limit" would be extremely low, and in the previous five During the hour, he himself had been concocting the stone ball on the top floor of the empty building, which was enough to leave him plenty of time to complete this test.

After thinking about it, Maka was holding the gold chain on the Time Converter, and gently moved the small hourglass in the middle of the gold ring with one hand.

One, two, three, four... five.

Except for the figure who had exited the alley quickly when he came by himself at the beginning,

The surrounding scene has not changed in any way, which means that no one has been here in the previous five hours.

And at this moment, Maca, who had just returned to five hours ago, immediately glanced at the top of the staff again. After finding that the stone ball still did not respond, he held his breath and walked out of the alley.

...

"Clang—"

In the middle of a certain street, a silver streamer accompanied by a fast figure suddenly appeared from the boundless fog, and slashed heavily on a black ball as tall as a person.

And after the silver light passed over the surface of the black ball, leaving a slender and narrow cut, it followed the figure and submerged into the gray mist again.

This back and forth, I was stunned that there was no sloppiness at all, and even the only pause seemed extremely short.

After the smear of silver left, several sharp thorns emerged from the surface of the black ball belatedly, stabbing in vain at the places that the figure passed by.

Needless to say, it was Harry who was fighting a black-eyed wizard and the Gryffindor sword in his hand.

After this period of continuous fighting, Harry has gradually begun to adapt to his skyrocketing physical fitness. In this way, coupled with the somewhat unstoppable Gryffindor sword, he became one of the few people in London who could confront these weird black-eyed wizards head-on.

But to be honest, if he was alone, it would not be easy to fight such a difficult opponent.

Currently relying on the sharpness of the sword, it can be said that as long as he slashes the opponent's body, it will definitely leave a very serious wound on the opponent. But at the same time, his body is still at the level of an ordinary person. If he is stabbed by the opponent's black thorn, it will be an obvious result to be poked out.

However, the opponent has the black substance that can prop up a solid spherical shield for defense, but he doesn't have any suitable means to accurately prevent every attack of the opponent.

Not to mention, the black-eyed wizard's physical ability is not much inferior to his. If the opponent is allowed to move, the battle will often fall into a dangerous stalemate.

Therefore, when encountering this kind of black-eyed wizard who can manipulate black unknown matter, he must first launch an offensive as violent as possible to force the opponent to prop up the shield. After that, facing an enemy that couldn't move at will, he could get a chance to find a gap and make a precise attack.

But even at this level, it is still not easy to hurt the other party.

Fortunately, he is not alone now!

After testing the opponent again, and finding that the guy covering himself with the black substance should not come out easily for the time being, Harry immediately raised his head and greeted the air.

Then, a shadow suddenly roared down from the sky above the street, swooping down at high speed with a strong wind sound.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, a dark green to almost black fire dragon slammed heavily on the position of the black ball, and a dragon claw firmly held the entire black ball.

Immediately afterwards, the fire dragon spread its wings and took off again, taking advantage of the opportunity to throw the black ball into the air.

"Roar!"

In terms of the power of flame breath, the Norwegian Ridgeback is definitely not the most powerful among the many dragon species; but their best attack method must be to breathe flames.

This breed of fire dragons will unconsciously swallow sparks when they are born, and within a week, black flames will emerge from their noses, and after more than a month, they can fully master the natural ability of breathing fire.

At this moment, the fire dragon that threw the black ball opened its giant kiss, raised its neck, and a blazing flame rolled out. In an instant, the space where the flames passed seemed to be slightly distorted.

The breath of the fire dragon is not an ordinary flame, they are also a kind of magical flame. And although the characteristics of these dragon flames are different, the common point is almost the powerful and pure burning ability.

Although the shield of the black-eyed wizard was strong, he couldn't easily resist the fire dragon's breath, which only exerted its destructive power to the extreme.

Immediately, Harry saw the black ball in the air disintegrate suddenly, and the wizard who was originally hiding inside jumped into the air in an instant, narrowly bypassed the fierce blazing current, and then fell straight to one side.

Harry knew that these black-eyed wizards were not stupid at all in combat, and were much sharper than other dark wizards. When facing the fire dragon, although the opponent can fly, he still immediately decides to return to the ground.

Fighting the fire dragon in the air is the most thankless behavior. Although it is not impossible to fight that way, it is definitely not as efficient and beneficial as leading the fire dragon to the ground.

It's a pity that although the opponent's idea is correct, his opponent is obviously more than just a fire dragon.

Seeing that guy fall from the sky, Harry immediately stuffed the broomstick he had just taken out of Hermione's bag back, and at the same time sprinted towards the place where the guy landed.

"Ding--"

The black-eyed wizard's observation ability was obviously not weak, and just as Harry flew over, a black thorn like a spear fell from the sky immediately.

Although Harry on the ground cut off the black thorn accurately and smoothly, his speed couldn't help but slow down, and he couldn't get closer to the opponent before he landed in time.

However, although his plan of attacking in close quarters was not achieved, the plan to attract his attention has already been considered a success. At that second, I saw the fire dragon's tail suddenly sweeping towards the opponent's side quickly. If it was hit by this blow, I am afraid that even with the giant's strong defense force, it would have bared its teeth.

However, neither Harry nor Charlie on the dragon's back expected that the black-eyed wizard who was still in the air suddenly curled up decisively, and unexpectedly avoided the dangerous blow with a slight margin of accuracy.

Then, he suddenly fell to the ground, dodged at the feet of Harry, who took the opportunity to run there and swung his sword, and rolled to the side to avoid it.

"It hit!"

The thought flashed through Harry's mind, and the blood on the ground showed that he felt right. However, the opponent dodged most of the sword after all, leaving only a shallow cut on the back.

Just when Harry was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, a slight warning sign made him stop suddenly.

"Watch out behind!"

Charlie's voice came through the air, and when Harry heard it, his hair stood on end. He gritted his teeth and fell forward. The next moment, he felt a gust of wind passing over his head. The distance was so close that his scalp was so painful.

Someone sneaked up!

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