Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Chapter 1891 The True Face of Gryffindor's Sword

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

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

A large number of living corpses were divided into the ground and the air, attacking them in all directions, and the high-density enemies formed a shielding effect that even thick fog could not reach.No matter which direction you look at, it's all dark, and it makes people feel like night has fallen.

Neville’s patron saint of lions, who had great immunity to physical attacks, was torn into a silver-white light particle by countless claws and magic more than ten minutes ago. The corpse group occupies all the surrounding space, and even prevents it from regrouping to restore its shape.

And after that, Hermione and the others were quickly forced to the ground by more and more flying zombies. Gravity traps can only pull them to the ground, as the number of enemies piled up. With the increase, the effect of the gravity rule in the fixed range is getting lower and lower.

Had it not been for Hermione and Luna who had learned to take precautions under the influence of Maca’s formal habits, they had specially drawn a set of magic text cards in the Weymouth camp in advance, and prepared a quite powerful protective formation. I am afraid there have been casualties among them.

Right now, everyone who was exhausted could only temporarily hide in the urgently arranged formation, watching the magic barrier being faltered by a large number of living corpses, and taking a rest with fear.

Only Harry, who holds the Gryffindor sword in his hand, and has strengthened his physical fitness twice with the assistance of the sword, is still fighting outside the barrier at this moment.

In order to reduce the burden as much as possible for the magic barrier that protects Ginny and everyone, so that it can last longer, he knows that even if he is exhausted here, he can'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" that Godric Gryffindor said, and put aside the trip to Winchester to see Maca "Purpose", and even the "anger" that was despicable and cruel to Haierbo and incompetent to himself was also thrown out of the sky.

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

This is the case when you are on the real battlefield, and no one has the 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 more.

"Crack la la—"

Suddenly, Ginny and Hannah activated the rune arm shield at the same time, and two blue and white light beams suddenly shot in two different directions.

In the next second, they struggled to move the arms wearing the arm shields, so that the regular beam of time, although the cooling time was short, could sweep as many enemies as possible.

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

After two densely packed ice sculptures were left behind, the living corpses that swarmed up soon drowned the frozen "companions".Immediately afterwards, everyone only heard a creak, and the enemy even trampled the frozen companions into pieces.

"Ginny! Ron! Neville! Hannah!"

The unknown fluid slid across his face, and Harry couldn't tell whose wound it came from, whether it was cold or warm.

It was just that his muscles and joints all seemed to be crunching, and he suddenly realized that he might fall down at any time in his current state.

But he can't fall down.

"Start rune!"

"But—" Ginny said silently, "In this case, once the rule power effect 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, enabling Harry to use the spiritual power of Ginny and the others to forcefully use the true power of the Gryffindor sword, but that still has Extremely restrictive.

Once the time limit has passed and Harry's mental power as the subject is on the verge of exhaustion, the rules of anger will immediately cease, and Harry will lose consciousness on the spot.

In such a situation where almost no one is able to rescue the enemy in time, he absolutely has only one dead end.

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

"Even if I don't activate it, I'm still dead-I won't enter the barrier, and only if I use the full power of the Gryffindor sword, I and you may have such a ray of life."

"Damn it!"

Ginny and the others gritted their teeth and touched the necklace hanging between their necks in a rare foul language.

"I'll help you."

Luna pursed her lips and said very seriously.

So in the next moment, including Harry, the pendants on the necks of the five people suddenly sparkled with blue light.

"Well."

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

Fortunately, the trust among the five of them prevented Harry from receiving any backlash. Instead, he could clearly feel the four strands of support coming from his companion's mind.

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

"He...hah-"

Gryffindor's sword flashed with brilliance from the smooth sword, and runes that even Hermione and Luna didn't recognize appeared one after another, and they floated away in Harry's uninterrupted swing.

Then, Harry, who had forgotten the anger for a while, felt the anger again!

"Roar!"

A violent drink was squeezed out of his dry throat, and the wand that had been held tightly in his left hand was silently left on the ground. Then Harry held the hilt in both hands, as if by a sword...or rather, by being A certain force in the sword slashed forward as if it was guiding and driving.

It was a scene unseen before in the modern magical world—it was like dropping a small stone on a corner of a tranquil lake, and the silver ripples that appeared quietly spread away, like a sword light. It rises like a moon, and when Guanghua suddenly converges, there is no trace left.

In this extremely quiet moment, it is impossible to think that its root is actually from a kind of regular force called "anger".

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