Chapter 1891 The True Face of the Gryffindor Sword

At this moment, Hermione realized that she had overestimated her mastery of the rules of gravity; at this moment, Harry realized the importance of Mr. Blois on their last trip.

At this moment, the group of them finally saw what it was like to be besieged by hundreds of enemies with just seven people.

A large number of living corpses were divided into ground and air, attacking them in all directions, and the high density of enemies formed a shielding effect that even the thick fog could not achieve. No matter which direction you look, it is all dark, making people feel as if the night has come.

Nawei's patron saint of lions, who was originally immune to physical attacks, was torn into a cloud of silver-white light particles by countless sharp claws and magic more than ten minutes ago. The group of corpses occupied all the surrounding space, even making it impossible to reunite and regain its shape.

And after that, Hermione and the others were quickly forced to the ground by more and more flying zombies - simply using gravity traps could only simply pull them to the ground, as the number of accumulated enemies continued to Increase, the effect of the gravity rule in the fixed range is getting lower and lower.

If Hermione and Luna hadn't learned to plan ahead under the influence of Maca's formal habits, they would have drawn a set of rune cards in advance at the Weymouth camp and prepared a rather powerful defensive formation. There may have been casualties among them.

Right now, everyone who is exhausted can only temporarily hide in the emergency formation, watching the magic barrier crumbling under the attack of a large number of living corpses, while resting in fear.

Only Harry, who held the Gryffindor sword in his hand and had strengthened his physical fitness twice with the help of the sword, was still fighting hard outside the barrier at this moment.

In order to reduce the burden on the magic barrier protecting Ginny and everyone as much as possible so that it can last longer, he knew that even if he was exhausted here, he couldn't stop swinging his sword.

It can be said that he has no time to think more at this moment—he put aside the "courage" in Godric Gryffindor's mouth, and put aside the idea of ​​going to Winchester to meet Maca. "Purpose" and even the "anger" towards Haierbo's despicable cruelty and his own incompetence were thrown out of the blue.

He only knows one thing now, and that is to dodge the attack and attack the enemy!

This is the case when you are in a real battlefield, and no one has time to think too much. In order to protect the only attachment in my heart, all I can do is kill and be killed, nothing else.

"Crackling——"

Suddenly, Ginny and Hannah activated the Rune Arm Shield at the same time, and two blue and white beams of light burst out in two different directions.

In the next second, they tried their best to move the arms wearing the arm shields, so that the short-lived cooling beam could hit as many enemies as possible.

It's a pity that the rune props left by Maka are not himself after all, and their magic power can't maintain the power of rules for too long. In this scene where enemies are everywhere, although the effect is surprisingly good, it is still a drop in the bucket in the final analysis.

After two densely packed ice sculptures were left behind, the living corpses that rushed forward soon overwhelmed the frozen "companions". Immediately afterwards, everyone only heard a crackling sound, and the enemy even trampled those frozen companions into pieces.

"Ginny! Ron! Neville! Hannah!"

An unknown liquid slid across his face, and Harry couldn't tell whose wound it came from, not even whether it was cold or warm.

It was just because all the muscles and joints in his body seemed to be creaking, which made him suddenly realize that in his current state, he might fall down at any time.

But he cannot fall.

"Activate the rune!"

"But—" Ginny lost her voice, "In this case, once the power of the Gryffindor sword ends, you... you will die!"

Yes, although Maca asked Luna to use the rules of empathy to make a rune necklace, so that Harry could use the spiritual power of Ginny and the four of them to forcibly use the real power of the Gryffindor sword, but that still has extremely restrictive.

Once the statute of limitations expires, and Harry as the subject is on the verge of exhaustion, the anger rules will be suspended immediately, and Harry will also lose consciousness on the spot.

In such a situation full of enemies and almost no one can rescue him in time, he has absolutely no choice but to die.

However, Harry, who was still swinging his sword, said immediately:

"Even if I don't activate it, I'm dead—I won't enter the barrier, and only by using the full power of the Gryffindor sword, I, and you, may have a chance of survival."

"Damn it!"

Ginny and the others gritted their teeth in the rare swearing and touched the necklace hanging around their necks at the same time.

"I'm here to help you."

Luna pursed her lips and said very seriously.

So in the next instant, including Harry, the pendants on the necks of the five people suddenly shone with faint blue light.

"Well."

The discomfort began to accumulate in Harry's body... To be precise, it began to accumulate in his soul, and connecting the spirits of four people at the same time would obviously cause him a considerable burden.

But the good thing is, the trust between the five of them prevented Harry from receiving any backlash. On the contrary, he could clearly feel the support from the four minds of his companions.

However, before he knew it, Harry's eyes gradually became bloodshot and turned red.

"Heh...hah—"

Gryffindor Sword's smooth body was filled with brilliance, and runes that Hermione and Luna didn't even recognize emerged one after another, floating as Harry still swung it uninterruptedly.

Then, Harry, who forgot his anger for a while, felt the taste of anger again!

"Roar!"

A yell came out of his dry throat, and the wand that he had been holding tightly in his left hand fell silently to the ground, and then Harry held the hilt with both hands, as if being held by a sword...or, in other words, by Some kind of power in the sword was guiding and driving it, and suddenly slashed forward.

It was a scene that had never been seen in the modern magic world - it was like dropping a small stone in the corner of a quiet lake, and the silver ripples quietly spread away, from the sword like light to the Rising like a moon, until the brilliance suddenly subsided, leaving no trace.

In this extremely quiet moment, people can't even think that its root is actually a kind of regular power called "anger".

But Harry understood at this moment that extreme anger can be cold and silent.