Chapter 357: Good afternoon, Willy

() Underground caves, fierce battles continue.
The sound of successive battles came one after another, and there was a burst of flames; the flames were mixed with gravel and splashed, making the large vertical crypts chaotic.
The flame dragon was stubbornly flying in the air, and even the beam of light formed by the force of the cooling rule could not completely freeze it.
Maca is very clear that the environment here is equivalent to the home of that flame dragon. With the continuous addition of lava lake, it is really not easy to solve it.
Of course, under his flexible movement, the flame dragon could not help him.
If this is a normal battle, Maca shouldn't be too bothered at all. Because in this case, the faster the magic is consumed, obviously Mr. Blois.
With the staff in his hand, he only needs to drag the opponent into the battle of attrition, and the scale of victory will inevitably tilt to his side.
However, he obviously cannot do it now.
His enemies are now only Mr. Blois. If Voldemort waits for a while, then he will have nothing to return.
At this moment, it is him who lacks time, not Mr. Blois.
"Would you like to learn Gryffindor?" Maca thought carefully while avoiding the flame dragon, "Well ... Although it's worth trying, I'm just a Hedgehog!"
He has only studied with Gryffindor once since enrolling in Hogwarts, and only that time has left him a bad memory.
That's right, it was the end of the first semester when he went to stop Voldemort, who had Chiro in his possession.
"There is always a bad feeling ..."
Maca whispered secretly, but in the next moment, "Quick" opened.
The ability to gain from the assassin's ability is his physical body. It is impossible to step on the magic book to make him fly faster. So he slammed in the air, and then ran along the rocky walls that had been blown up by fierce fighting.
Speaking of which, because he is too busy on weekdays, he has not practiced physical skills for some time. At the moment, although the ability is pushed to the limit, the speed is not as fast as he imagined.
It can be said that in the eyes of Mr. Blois, Maca at this time is enough to surprise any wizard.
Because Maca ran faster than he could fly, the flame dragon could not catch up with him.
Blois frowned slightly, his wand trembled, and a large number of stone cones burst out of the stone wall. Between canine teeth, almost every stone cone was pierced by aiming at Maca's foothold.
"Gaze!"
Maca's eyes were slightly closed, and the eyes were suddenly dark.
While abandoning visual judgment, sound, temperature, airflow, and even magic have all become one of the elements that constitute his horizon.
Continuous running and jumping, after avoiding Shi Cone's adaptation again and again, he gradually recovered his original feeling.
The tingling of stone debris on the face, the vibration of the stone wall under the foot, the rolling heat waves evaporating from the lava lake, the warm airflow whistling from the ears, the smell of sulfur lingering between the mouth and nose ...
Everything around him was stimulating his nerves, bringing him closer to the spirit of Gryffindor College.
He could sense that the majestic source of magic that represented Mr. Blois was getting closer and closer to him!
"I'm obviously not a lion, but I want to pretend to be a lion ..."
While complaining, Maca took his last step abruptly.
"What the am I doing!"
With this step, he suddenly burst into the greatest strength, passing the flame dragon flying at a very fast speed, and rushed straight to the side of Blois.
In the air, his arms stretched, his staff pointed straight ahead, and an invisible magic wave spread.
"Humph."
Mr. Blois snorted, the wand in his hand was also pointed forward, and the tip of the wand was accurately and quickly pointed at the rushing maca.
"What magic?"
At the moment when she noticed a tightness around her, Maca, who was extremely sensitive to the flow of magic, responded immediately.
I saw him quickly withdraw the staff, and suddenly waved to the side. Suddenly a stream of air emerged out of thin air, rolled him up extremely harshly, and flung him out abruptly.
"Hiding away?" Mr. Blois whispered to himself.
He seemed surprised, but the wand in his hand didn't stop. In a decisive moment, the flame dragon spit out a huge fireball.
Maca reluctantly turned around in the air, raised her staff in front of her, and a shiny ice crystal barrier appeared.
"boom!"
The fireball slammed heavily against the barrier and a large amount of magma, ice debris and smoke erupted. In the smoke, Maca, who had received a strong impact, flew backwards and hit the opposite stone wall.
Mr. Blois relentlessly controlled the flame dragon, and continued to rush to the place where Maca fell, apparently not intending to leave Maca any breathing room.
It's complicated, but this series of battles like flashes of fire is just over in an instant.
"So, Gryffindor kind of ... can't learn!"
In the diffuse dust on the opposite stone wall, a blue and white beam of light broke through the obstacles of smoke and dust, and hit the flame dragon that swooped out precisely.
After another burst of flames, Mr. Blois' pursuit was blocked.
Although Maca was very concerned about what magic Blois had done to him when he forced the raid just now, he had no time to think about it.
Once the close combat begins, it is not easy to stop!
Rushing out of the smoke and dust, Maca waved his staff again, and a huge black mist skeleton was approaching Blois. Even the soul magic that hasn't been used for a long time has come out, and the depression in Maca's heart can be imagined.
Blois could show no mercy to him, but he couldn't do that. It was a matter of principle.
However, it seemed that he was not doomed this time. When Blois, who was caught off guard, suddenly burst out, Maca frowned suddenly.
He gave up the best time to regain the initiative, thrown out the magic book, and stepped on it again to fly up.
No way, when he noticed that the flame dragon did not attack him, but turned over to the other side, he immediately found out that something was wrong--
Hiseja, who was fighting above the cave, was injured and fell down!
"open one's eyes!"
Maca yelled, the staff in her hand suddenly lifted, and the beam of light chased after the flame dragon. Almost at the right moment, the beam of light hit first, just before the flame dragon rushed to Hestia.
"Go in!"
Taking advantage of Mr. Blois's retreat to avoid the soul magic, Maca threw the staff in time and sent Hesija into the cave on the stone wall.
"Give me out!"
Seeing that Hesse was thrown into the cave, Mr. Blois couldn't keep calm anymore, and roared with anger.
Maca certainly wouldn't let him take a shot at Hesse, and a hurricane came down again, leaving the flames that Blois hadtily rushed to disappear.
In the next moment, Maca rushed to Blois again.
"roll!"
There were several huge waves in the lava lake, and he slammed his head towards Maca. But Maca only responded "OK", but it was a trick, and he also rushed to the cave.
"Stop!"
In Mr. Blois's fury again, a rocky hand suddenly protruded from above the cave, and shot with violent momentum from above Maka's head.
"boom!"
Maca left an ice crystal barrier to stop it, and jumped into the cave before the giant hand took a photo.
As soon as he entered the cave, he burst into a rush. The tunnel inside was not long, and it didn't take long before he found that he had stepped into a not too large stone room.
It can be seen that this stone chamber was probably excavated temporarily. Although there is no shortage of tables, chairs and beds here, and it is decorated like a luxurious bedroom, it lacks the breath of life.
And here, in addition to He Sijia, who was sent in one step by Maca, there is another familiar figure.
"Villi?"
Maca looked at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, and the girl was watching him silently.
"Good afternoon, Maca."
The bland greeting and the expressionless face gave Maca a sincere affection.
Instead of wearing a school wizard's robe, Willie was wearing a set of pink velvet pajamas, her crystal white hair dangled from her back, and was scattered on the bed.
In her eyes, there was a hint of incomprehension.
"Well, yeah ..." Maca nodded, then nodded, "Good afternoon."
The words did not fall, and another man rushed in in the tunnel behind Maca-it was Mr. Blois, Willie's father.
Maca took two steps aside and gave up a bit.
No matter how much, they would not fight in front of their daughter. Not to mention Willie will definitely be affected, if not, as a father, he will not mess with his daughter.
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"McLean, take that woman out immediately, you are not welcome here!" Mr. Blois said angrily.
But Maca just shook his head, he looked at Willie again, and then turned to look at Willie's father.
"Mr. Blois, you're all here already, why can't you just explain a few words to me?" Maca asked earnestly, "what's Willie doing here?"
However, Velly's father looked at him coldly, still meaningless.
"So, Willie ..." Maca turned to look at the girl by the bed again. "Can you tell me why?"
Willie looked at him calmly, breathing smoothly and lightly, but the inexplicable meaning in her eyes deepened bit by bit.
She has always been good at analyzing the behavior of others, and even understands the heart of Maca, but at this time suddenly realized that he had never read her eyes, not even once.