Chapter 1722: Fragile appearance

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"Because of the particularity of this test, I ca n’t help you clearly, so I mainly have to rely on myself. At best, I can only give you some help without a trace when you need it most ... So, Remember, no matter what happens, don't stay too far away from me. "
While Harry felt that Maca was clasped on his shoulder, he remembered something that Maca had said to him beforehand.
At this moment Harry realized that although Maca looked like the other friends around him, he was still locked there, but in fact he was watching him from beginning to end.
"Thank you, Maca!"
After thanking him gently, Harry lowered the Gryffindor sword raised in his hand.
Just then, he saw the one in front of him suddenly grinning suddenly.
"Want to kill me? Why not come? You know, I am the collective of those weak points in your heart-kill me, you are equivalent to killing that weak self in your heart! And without the obstacle of weak points, Don't you really get the favor of Gryffindor swords? "
Speaking of which, the other party suddenly loudly again:
"Why not come and cut off your flaws?"
To ask "why", naturally, it was because Maca shot him to stop him. After all, Harry was able to calm down so quickly after being stayed with Makara, thanks to Godric Gryffindor for his first mention.
Obviously, if he was furious and waved his sword just now, this second challenge would probably be ended soon.
After all, even if anger and impulse are used to cover up, its essence is still an "escape"-real anger is used to face the strong enemy directly, not to use it as an excuse!
"Don't be fooled by appearances."
Looking at the faint smirk of his own, suddenly, Harry remembered the words of Maca.
Yes, even from the beginning, the opponent said he was "self" or even the embodiment of his inner weakness. But in the face of those ridiculous satires, Harry gradually developed a sense of incompatibility.
Thinking of this, Harry slammed an excitement, saw him suddenly staring at the other side, and involuntarily asked in a loud voice:
"You are not my 'defect'-what exactly are you?"
That's right, if that's really their weakness, then how could every sentence be so powerful and so aggressive?
In theory, this should be something that Harry could notice from the beginning, but he was disturbed by the appearance and words of the opponent, so that he would have to wait until Makar pulled him Get out of the strange thinking circle created by the other hand.
And when the other party found that Harry finally got rid of his misdirection and started to walk towards the essence of this test, he suddenly closed his mouth and stopped talking.
However, even if it is not far from the truth, Harry has not really realized what the so-called "essence" is after all.
It wasn't until his cause, a sudden surge of anger came to his heart that made Harry startled, and then he instantly understood.
It turned out that although he was indeed "self" to challenge, it was not his own illusion, but his own will.
Furious desire was ignited in Harry's heart.
...
"Is this ... the second hurdle?"
When in reality Harry closed his eyes tightly and suddenly tightened, Maca, who had been holding his shoulders, suddenly glanced at him more.
"Take it easy! Although it can help you through here, it is a great opportunity for you to improve your mental strength."
For Harry, who was tested, the challenge was obviously not just a "assessment" to be recognized by the Gryffindor Sword. In fact, it was more like a means of cultivating heirs.
Only those who have been initially approved by the sword can have the opportunity to gradually grow through this series of tests, and finally gain a strength that can normally exert the power of the sword.
Of course, these tests are obviously not Gryffindor's stay, because if these tests are not complete, the consequences can be fatal enough. Like Harry's first challenge last time, he would never have woken up if Dumbledore had suddenly appeared and put on his sorting hat.
This time, Harry finally entered the second trial. If he couldn't persist, at least it would be a mental breakdown and fall into a crazy end.
You know, this sword has never been a bad stubble, or else Gryffindor wouldn't say that he didn't actually suggest Harry to challenge it last time.
And just as Harry pitted against the sudden anger, Maca looked up slightly, and looked towards Navi not far away.
"Okay! Neville, put down the stones! Go sit down and rest for a while-well done."
The words did not fall, and the crowd only heard a "bang", Neville waved his wand sharply and the large stone held in midair was still aside. Then he didn't even have the strength to say anything, and sat down on the ground.
Marka nodded secretly as he looked at the sweaty beads on his forehead. Honestly, besides Harry, Enerwill's willpower should actually be qualified to challenge the Gryffindor sword.
However, there must be only one true heir of the Gryffindor sword, and in Maca's judgment, Harry, who is more resilient, should be more appropriate.
As for Neville ... If you have to say, the patron saint theoretically has a great potential ~ EbookFREE.me ~ If Neville can understand, the strength of the theory alone will not be much worse than Harry, Not even any hidden dangers at the same time.
Unfortunately, although Maca has also researched on the patron saint, Neville's growth in this area has not weakened him much. How to improve next, Maca can only teach him some practical skills, the rest can only rely on Neville to work hard.
Thinking of this, Maca said Neville, who was sitting on the ground panting heavily:
"After Harry's end, I will give you a theoretical lesson about the patron saint-make preparations first, think about any questions, and you can ask me questions at the time. Of course, I also It may not always be possible to answer your questions, and we can have a good discussion at that time. "
After all, he turned his head towards Ron at the root of the wall and signaled:
"Come here, it's your turn!"
Ron heard that, he suddenly looked subtlely at the big rock that Neville had just dropped on the ground, and then bitterly:
"Maca, that ... seems too big, right?"