Chapter 195 Pale Golden Nightmare

Maca turned around, only to see Harry with red eyes.

At this moment, Harry exuded a violent aura all over his body. He held the Gryffindor sword in one hand, brushed past Maca in a strange posture, and rushed straight towards the Chimera.

"What's going on?" Maca couldn't help frowning.

The Chimera opened its bloody maw again, and another flame spurted out, heading straight for Harry. Unexpectedly, Harry didn't dodge or dodge, he suddenly raised the sword and split the flames...

Maca noticed that at the moment Harry raised the sword, there seemed to be a golden light flashing across the sword. If he hadn't been staring at it all the time, he might not have been able to notice this detail.

"Um?"

He was about to casually express Gryffindor's eccentricity, but he inadvertently noticed another abnormality - the Chimera's eyes seemed to be not quite right?

"That's... black air?"

...

When Harry and the Chimera were playing happily, some small things happened in the guest seats of the viewing stand.

"Dumbledore, just now..."

Filch, who was patrolling the outfield, suddenly ran to the guest table and whispered something to Dumbledore. Dumbledore's expression was calm, but the sharp eyes hidden behind the glasses seemed to reveal that things were not that simple.

He thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry, I need to leave..." Dumbledore said to the other judges sitting on both sides, "I will be back as soon as possible."

As if to confirm his words, just as he finished speaking, a green light suddenly shot up in the sky towards the school gate. Almost in the blink of an eye, the ball of green light had already flown to the highest point, and then exploded, attracting the attention of the audience.

As a burst of dark green light mist spread, a huge skull appeared in the sky, and a green snake snaked out of the skull's mouth, as if mocking Hogwarts. everything.

"Dark Mark!"

I don't know who yelled, and panic spread like a plague.

"Calm down!" Dumbledore shouted,

He didn't even use the Amplifying Charm, and just relied on his own magical vibration to convey the sound to everyone's ears.

At this moment, the status of the "greatest contemporary white wizard" in people's hearts is fully revealed. Almost everyone fell silent immediately, and everyone looked at Dumbledore's tall and straight body.

This old man with white beard and hair and dense wrinkles will always be the pillar of our hearts. As long as he is still alive, it means that hope is not far away from everyone-I believe everyone thinks so.

"The deans lead the students from their respective colleges back to the castle, and all are forbidden to go out." He calmly issued an order, "Madam Maxim, Professor Orson, please also lead the students from your respective schools into the castle for shelter; Mr. Bagman , please go in together!"

"But... what about the warriors in the maze?" Orson asked suddenly.

Furong had already abstained from voting before, but Maca was still inside! As the leading professor of Durmstrang College, he had to care about this matter—although he himself didn't think Maca would be in any danger.

"I will temporarily close the exit of the maze." Dumbledore glanced at the maze below, and said calmly, "It may be safer for them to stay inside..."

Since Dumbledore has said so, Professor Orson will naturally not refute anything. He nodded, and then ordered Durmstrang's students together, and left behind Beauxbaton's team.

After arranging the current affairs, Dumbledore hurried towards the school gate.

...

Harry, who was fighting with the Chimera, didn't know that at this moment, the auditorium that had been bustling with excitement was now empty.

Of course, with his current state, even if Voldemort was standing in front of him, he might not recognize it.

At this moment, Harry fell into that strange state again.

Maybe it's a problem with the Gryffindor sword itself, or there are other reasons... In short, he is like a beast that only knows how to fight. In his heart, a violent flame is burning. It is a flame of anger that wants to burn everything.

Holding the gleaming Gryffindor sword in his hand, he rushed towards the Chimaera beast all the way. Whenever the flames approached him, he swung his sword and slashed out, and the Chimera beast's powerful flames would be completely scattered by the blade immediately.

That kind of courageous and fearless aura is absolutely impossible to appear in the usual Harry.

When Harry got close to a certain range, the Chimera once again spewed out a large area of ​​flames, trying to stop Harry's continuous approach.

However, this almost unfavorable move lost its due effect under Harry's sword.

Harry held the sword in both hands and raised it to the top of his head, and then fell straight down. Suddenly, the flames like a high wall were easily torn apart.

He resolutely stepped forward again, and at the same time raised the sword with his backhand, aiming at the Chimera's throat.

As if the Chimera felt the power of Gryffindor's sword, it immediately raised its upper body to avoid the fatal blow.

At the same time, it slammed down with its raised lion paw. If it hit, Harry might not live long, if not dead.

But at this moment, Harry would no longer show the slightest panic about this situation. In his heart, there were no other emotions, only a strong fighting spirit that was almost crazy.

"Drink!"

He took a step to the left, and at the same time, he slashed out with the sword again. With a soft "chick", the Chimera let out a mournful cry, which aroused its ferocity even more—its front paws were actually was cut in half.

"Roar--"

The Chimera roared wildly, turned around abruptly, and the dragon's tail swung towards Harry extremely fast. The strength was so great that there was even a sound of breaking through the sky.

Harry had just fallen into some sort of battle-crazed madness, and the power of the Gryffindor sword had allowed him to fight up to this point.

But right now, this kind of quick attack beyond his ability to react was something he couldn't handle at all, and it seemed that he was about to be hit in the middle by the extremely fast dragon's tail.

"Shenfeng Wuying! Maximize!"

Maca quickly raised his wand, and an invisible magic blade seemed to cut through the space. Almost at the moment when the wand was raised, the Chimera's dragon tail broke from the root, and it was It flew out, brushing Harry's cheek.

In fact, Maca's blow wasn't that powerful, he only cut half of it at most. At least half of the reason why the Chimera's tail snapped off so simply was its own.

If it hadn't been thrown so vigorously, it wouldn't have been broken just like that. You know, even if Maca used this spell to the limit, it wouldn't cause such a big damage to it.

There was another roar, and the Chimera retreated again and again—it obviously wanted to escape.

However, it is not so easy to act with a broken tail! Sure enough, it just staggered back a few steps before crashing to the ground—it had temporarily lost the ability to control its body balance.

How could Harry miss such a good opportunity at this moment? He quickly chased after it, and swung his sword at the drooping neck of the Chimera.

"Roar--"

The death throes of a chimera are no joke, Maca sprinted forward with a quick flick of his wand. Immediately, Harry flew back upside down as if being pulled by his collar.

In the next second, the Chimera's giant claws swept out with such force that even a layer of stone skin was scraped off the hard rocky ground.

All of a sudden, the broken rocks flew in all directions, and Maca had to use an obstacle spell to block them all.

"Do not--"

Just when Maca was about to give the dying Chimera the last blow, he heard Hermione's scream. He didn't understand why she was screaming; he didn't even understand why she was screaming so heartbreakingly.

But the next moment, when a cloud of bright red blood brushed over his shoulder and bloomed on his cheek...

He seemed to understand, but he was even more confused.

Whose blood is this? He didn't know because it was definitely not his...whose could it be?

Maca turned around with a tense face, and suddenly, a dazzling golden color occupied his entire field of vision. Followed by a soft body, it hit his arms heavily.

Maca could barely maintain her balance and was knocked down on the cold ground.

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar smell, eerie and nostalgic—gordigan and spice. He only felt that the whole nasal cavity was filled with this peculiar fragrance.

"Luna?"

Maca froze for a moment, he hugged the frail and boneless body in his arms almost subconsciously. In the next second, he keenly noticed that there seemed to be a wet feeling on the skin of the palm.

At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

He raised his right hand reflexively, and stretched out the wand he was holding tightly all the time. With the flash of the fire, it seemed that something flew out backwards.

But Maca was no longer in the mood to think about it, or in other words, he already understood what happened just now.

"Luna..." He repeated the name again, his voice was particularly deep.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he threw aside the magic wand that never left his body, and touched his waist with his trembling right hand.

Trembling, he took out a bottle of potion, and then desperately poured it into the mouth of the girl in front of him.

"Luna... Luna... Luna..."

While waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect, he just hugged Luna tightly in his arms, and everything around him seemed meaningless.

"...Luna."