Chapter 1348 The Hard-Won Turnaround

The sharpness of Gryffindor's sword is unquestionable. To this day, Maca has never seen anything that it cannot chop. In the hands of Harry, who can wield it to fend off enemies, it is no exaggeration to say that it is invincible.

Of course, it may be indestructible when facing a series of magic items of the same level as the Bewitching Monument and the Devouring Mirror. After all, if it could be done, Haierbo would have been wiped out as early as the time of the four founders of Hogwarts, right?

And now this time, the sword of Gryffindor has once again proved that its sharpness is almost unstoppable.

When Harry straddled his broomstick and followed Maca straight towards the glowing rune pattern, the mirror-like silver blade reflected the light, and in the final dash drew a line like silver. Ribbon-like dazzling brilliance.

When he was about to rush to the vicinity of the black figure lying on the ground, Maca, who was leading the way to ensure Harry's safety, gave way to Harry, who was closely behind him.

One hit only! Regardless of success or failure, touch and go!

"boom!"

Under Harry's vigorous swing of the sword, the silver light instantly drew a semicircle and landed on the black neck with extraordinary precision.

It must be admitted that this demon's body is indeed unprecedentedly strong. It's just that as soon as the blade touched the opponent's skin, Harry immediately felt a resistance—it was definitely more laborious than when he cut the shields of those black-eyed wizards before.

Even so, Gryffindor Sword still proved its sharpness with facts.

However, although Harry's sword was blocked, it still cut into the demon's black "skin" with one blow, and even penetrated to a third of the level in one blow. If he could make two more cuts at the same position, he might be beheaded on the spot.

However, regardless of the difficulty of hitting the same position...Harry still remembers Maca very clearly. He had no regrets or hesitation, and immediately wanted to draw his sword back after the blow fell.

But who knew that at this moment, the black demon who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed opened his eyes suddenly, stretched out his right hand abruptly, and grabbed the gleaming silver sword.

Harry twitched with all his strength, but he didn't twitch.

"Let go! Idiot, let go—"

It wasn't Maca's cry, because the voice was so small that Harry, who was nervous for a moment, almost couldn't hear it clearly. On the contrary, Maca beside him realized who was speaking as soon as he heard the voice.

Immediately, Maca slapped Harry's hand holding the sword hilt away with a backhand, and then pushed him back.

"Take out the Sorting Hat, you can get the sword straight from it! Then, remember what I said when I came? Now you have to go—"

Harry nearly fell off the broom from the push. But under Maca's reminder, he still dropped the Gryffindor sword for the time being, turned his head and left at the fastest speed. As he was leaving, he took the sorting hat out of his bag with one hand, and turned his head to look behind him.

"Maca..."

The moment he looked back, Harry saw the big black man who had been cut in the neck by himself just now had got up. Then, with a slight force, he easily took off the Gryffindor sword stuck around his neck.

"Boom!"

In order to keep the demon in case something happens to Harry,

Maca had to wave his staff again to cast the power of cooling rules. Even if he knew it was useless to the other party, as long as he kept Harry in check before he left completely, that would be enough.

Accompanied by the sound of ice crystals condensing, the ultra-low temperature cold current flowed by in an instant, coating the nearby ground with a layer of hoarfrost.

As for the black demon, at least temporarily, it was frozen in a large translucent block of ice.

The next moment, Maca saw through the ice that the Gryffindor sword in the opponent's hand suddenly disappeared out of thin air. He knew that Harry should have drawn the sword out of the Sorting Hat again.

"What a convenient feature."

He muttered to himself, then instantly removed the part of the ice close to the opponent's neck, and then directly stabbed the staff at the wound Harry had just cut with the Gryffindor sword.

Even if it was only cut to a third of the depth, it was serious enough. If it was a normal human being, blood would already be gushing like a fountain.

But when Maca's staff was quickly passed by, he finally found something was wrong. That is undoubtedly another ability of this so-called "demon" - self-healing!

"Fry me!"

Maca's mastery over flames is naturally far inferior to Haierbo's, but the most basic modern spells are obviously not a problem. And when the high-temperature flame and the ultra-low temperature cold current met in each other's neck, he felt that this should have some effect no matter what?

After all, it was blown right into the wound Harry could see!

"boom--"

This explosion was actually not a big deal, because it was not only covered by the demon's body, but also blocked by frozen ice. When a large number of ice crystals scattered and splashed, Maca only took a step back while resisting the inevitable impact of a close-range detonation.

"Ok?"

This time, Maca finally saw the scene where his attack worked - the wound that was being repaired before had turned into a fist-sized eye defect.

However, what made Maca startled suddenly was that red blood was quietly oozing from the wound!

In fact, this "devil's body" was originally shaped on the basis of Muriel's body. After the ceremony was over, it was constantly assimilating the body of Muriel inside, and now most of it has actually been completed.

If it is completely assimilated by this demon, then the strength of this body may be even higher than it is now.

"Blood?"

For Maca, it is difficult to tell whose blood it is, but he actually doesn't care who is wrapped in the black body.

Because he just needs to understand what he is going to do next...

Fry it again!

But at the very second when Maca decided to replicate the explosion just now, the black demon whose neck was half blown off stretched out a hand, and quickly and accurately grabbed it. his staff.

At that moment, Maca felt a strange feeling, as if... yes, as if the demon in front of him had suddenly changed into another person.

There is a sense of disobedience that is completely different from before.

"Helbo?"

In fact, according to Maca's perception, it should not be Haierbo's breath, but he subconsciously frowned and said the name.

And then—

"Are you... Maca McClain?"

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