Chapter 965: Harry vs Haierbo

Inside the Taotao department store, the man had already stood up.

He didn't move, didn't even open his eyes. But one step away in front of him, a hazy phantom is silently appearing.

It was like a shadow, an upright gray-black shadow with outline and image. If someone has seen Haierbo's real body before, they will probably be able to tell that it is Haierbo's truest appearance.

A bald head without a hair, well-proportioned and strong muscles, and a straight nose... There is no doubt that this is a typical ancient Greek man—at least he should have been like this when he was young.

That is Hai Erbo's soul, strong and solid, like substance.

"boom!"

All of a sudden, the shadow suddenly knelt down and slammed its fist heavily on the ground.

"Bang! Bang!"

Another hit, two hits, and it landed firmly on the floor of the store, with the momentum to completely break the floor.

In the end, I don't know how many times he smashed it, and suddenly there was a dull cracking sound from nowhere. The shadow slowly stood up again, and its hands calmly dropped back to the sides of its body.

However, the floor is actually intact, not even a single crack appears to have appeared.

But at this moment, the figure behind the shadow suddenly moved!

I saw him walking forward with a blank expression, passing through that shadow, and reintegrating it into his body.

Immediately, Haierbo raised his right hand, and a blazing flame condensed in his palm without warning.

"Not bad magic, yes...it's really good," he said softly, looking at the flames, "it's a pity that no matter how complicated the defense is, there will always be loopholes that can be cracked... Since you don't like My first gift, then this second gift, should I accept it well?"

Before he finished speaking, Haierbo decisively urged the flames to pour down from his palm, rolling and surging towards the floor.

Perhaps those flames instinctively found an invisible entrance, but they all rushed towards the place that had been hit repeatedly just now, and the temperature of the surrounding area also rose rapidly. .

After a long time, Haierbo slowly grasped the source of the flame, letting it go out again in his palm.

"Hmph... is it on the sixth floor? Then, McClain, get ready to pick me up..."

I don't know what he sensed, the next moment, he suddenly stepped on the place where the flames had infiltrated violently just now.

First with one foot, then the other, he began to sink gradually...from his legs to his waist to his chest, and finally his entire head sank into the ground and disappeared.

...

St. Mungo's Underground Corridor.

Because the torrent of flames was still rushing, it was difficult for Hermione and the others to walk—whether they opened their eyes or not, they could only see a bright flame and nothing else.

Therefore, they had to walk forward one by one by touching the wall, so as not to distance themselves from each other when it was difficult to see things for the time being.

"Although the flame is not warm at all, it still makes people feel uncomfortable to walk in it... Hermione, Sirius,

Can't we wait at the top of the stairs for a while? "

It was Ron who spoke, and he was dragged by Harry when Hermione and others passed by in the hall.

Of course, Neville and Professor Sinista came down with them. One of them was the first witness, and the other was the professor. There was no reason not to come.

Hearing Ron's complaints, Hermione immediately said:

"Are you still planning to wait for the flame to stop by itself? Don't be stupid, it will be too late by then!"

She had just finished speaking when she suddenly noticed that the surging speed of the flame waves around her had slowed down. It seems... these flames that appeared out of nowhere have the momentum to stop increasing.

They didn't stop walking because of this, they were still walking deeper along the corridor, trying to find the culprit who released the sea of ​​flames as soon as possible.

"Wait! Stop!"

This time it was Sirius who spoke.

Obviously, his words would not be as insignificant as Ron's. As soon as he uttered them, everyone stopped and continued to move forward.

Afterwards, they cast suspicious gazes on Sirius one after another.

Sirius didn't look at everyone, but he obviously sensed other people's eyes, so he immediately lifted it up and down to gesture to the ceiling.

"If you get too close, step back and get ready to fight!"

Following Sirius and looking upwards, everyone soon discovered that there was actually a pair of feet sinking silently in the shadow of the ceiling.

To be honest, if it weren't for the experienced and careful reminder of Sirius, even Hermione's keenness would not have noticed the extra pair of feet on top of her head.

Seeing that it was obvious that someone was coming down, several people present, including Sirius, all stepped back a little distance in unison.

Hermione was standing closer to the front, and next to her was Harry. At this moment, Hermione subconsciously glanced at Harry, wanting to see what expression the other party had now.

But she didn't expect that Harry also happened to turn his face at this moment, causing the two to look at each other.

"Hermione... Tell me, is it possible that it was Hai Erbo?"

"...Uh, I don't know."

Compared to Hermione's cautious answer, Harry was much more natural. When he heard Hermione say "I don't know", he had already put his hand on the brim of his hat, and drew out his wand with his right hand decisively.

From the looks of it, this has become his most effective preparatory action for a battle.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Harry, Hermione didn't dare to relax easily. However, she still took out her wand, and for the time being, focused on the ceiling—at this moment, the figure above had sunk down to her waist!

To be honest, it is undoubtedly an excellent choice to attack first before the opponent fully shows up. But almost everyone was hesitating, waiting without saying a word, everyone holding their wands firmly.

Is that Haierbo? Yes or no?

All kinds of rumors and facts have put a lot of pressure on everyone, and made the muscles and joints of the whole body seem to become stagnant.

"Wow--"

The brilliance of the three curses swept across the air one after another, and suddenly shot towards the direction of those legs. It was Sirius, Harry and Neville who did it.

And next came Hermione, her spell the fourth ray of light illuminating that shadow.

However, a series of four spells pierced through the half-la figure, and finally hit the ceiling, splashing a large amount of light particles and dust debris.

The figure was still sinking, and it didn't seem to be affected in any way.

"Back! Back again! No...all get out of here! Organize everyone to go to the sixth floor!"

Sirius started driving people away.

No way, the spells they cast seem to be unable to hit people at all, so how can they hit them?

It's a pity that no matter how fast he yelled, it seemed that he was still a little late. Before he even finished speaking, everyone saw that figure suddenly completely detached from the ceiling and "squeezed" down from above.

"...all go...all go! I'll stay!" Harry took off the sorting hat, fixed his eyes on the figure floating down the corridor, and gritted his teeth, "This time, it's not Put out the fire with your sword?"

Seeing this, Hermione and the others also knew that something bad might happen if they stayed. Everyone shouted "Be careful, Harry", and then dragged Ginny, who refused to leave, turned around and ran wildly.

Not for anything else, just because they have already seen the pair of eyes that seemed to hide endless cruelty.

Those eyes opened slowly.

That's Haierbo! Definitely Hai Erbo himself! Can't go wrong.

...

"Ok?"

Hai Erbo, who had just arrived in the underground corridor of St. Mungo's, first glanced at the boy in front of him, then passed Harry and looked behind him.

It can be seen that there are still many tumbling flames in this corridor, at least at knee height, they are constantly licking everything around them.

However, no matter how hot the flames were, the group of wizards, big and small, could move freely in the flames.

This made Hai Erbo frowned.

Of course, although this was a little confusing to him, it did not surprise him—there are many ways to avoid being burned by flames, and even the flames he cast are by no means irresistible .

What's more, when I think that Maca seems to have appeared in this hospital, many things will not seem so strange.

At least Haierbo knew that most of these flames would not cause too much trouble for the young man.

"Why, are you... planning to stop me alone?"

Turning his gaze back to Harry, Haier asked calmly.

Although his gaze concealed a little cruelty, his tone of voice was still gentle and gentle.

In fact, even the cruelty in his eyes was just a little impatient because of repeated attempts to enter here before.

However, Harry on the opposite side didn't respond to a word. He just put his right hand in the hood of the Sorting Hat and stood there motionless.

Harry gently slid his fingertips over the hard object in the hood, and the cold touch penetrated into his heart through his fingers, making his heart beat even more violently.

Suddenly, his fingers trembled, and he moved away from the hilt of the sword a little bit, and then silently held his entire palm around.

He knew that since he couldn't maintain a state of consciousness for a long time, it was best to accurately grasp the time of holding the sword. After all, during this period, probably everyone has not been able to evacuate from St. Mungo.

At this moment, the previous worries in his head were gone, and there was only one ordinary thought left.

Harry Potter - hang in there!

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