Chapter 195: Pale golden nightmare

Maca turned her head and saw a red-eyed Harry.
At this moment Harry was exuding a violent breath. He held the Gryffindor sword with one hand, passed Maca in a strange posture, and rushed straight to the Kemera.
"What's going on?" Maca frowned.
The Kemaila Beast again opened his mouth of blood basin, and a flame spurted out, and went straight to Harry. Unexpectedly, Harry did not escape, he suddenly raised his sword, and suddenly split the flames ...
Maca noticed that at the moment Harry raised his sword, there seemed to be a flash of golden light on the sword. If he hadn't been staring, he wouldn't have noticed this detail.
"Ok?"
He was about to sigh about Gryffindor's eccentricity, but noticed another anomaly inadvertently-the eyes of the Chemera seemed not right?
"That's ... black gas?"
...
When Harry was having a good fight with the Kemera Beast, some minor incidents took place on the viewing table's guest table.
"Dumbledore, just now ..."
Filch, who had been patrolling the field, suddenly ran to the guest table and whispered a few words to Dumbledore. Dumbledore's expression was calm, but the sharp eyes hidden behind the lenses seemed to reveal that things were not so simple.
He thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Sorry, it's urgent, you need to leave ..." Dumbledore said to the other members of the jury sitting on both sides, "I'll be back soon."
As if to confirm his words, just as his voice fell, a green light suddenly appeared in the sky towards the school gate. Almost in the blink of an eye, the green light flew to the highest point, and then burst into a blast, attracting the audience's attention.
With the spread of a dark green mist, a huge skull appeared in the sky, and a green snake meandering from the skull's mouth seemed to be laughing at Hogwarts. all.
"Dark Mark!"
I don't know who shouted, panic spread like a plague.
"Calm!" Dumbledore sighed, he didn't even use the sound reinforcement spell, and only the sound of his magic shocked the sound to everyone's ears.
At this moment, the status of "the greatest white wizard of our time" in people's minds is clearly revealed. Almost everyone was quiet immediately, and everyone looked at Dumbledore's tall, erect body.
This white-haired, wrinkled old man will always be the backbone of everyone's soul. As long as he is alive, it means hoping to stay away from everyone-I believe everyone thinks so.
"Deans, leading students from their respective colleges back to the castle, are forbidden to go out." He calmly issued an order, "Mrs. Maxim and Professor Orson, please also invite students from your own school to enter the castle to stay; Mr. Bagman Please go in together! "
"But ... and the warriors in the maze?" Orson said suddenly.
Hibiscus had abstained before, but Maca is still in it! As a lead professor at Durmstrand, he had to take care of it-although he himself didn't think Maca would be in danger.
"I will close the exit of the maze temporarily," Dumbledore glanced down at the maze below, calmly, "it may be safer for them to stay inside ..."
Now that Dumbledore has said so, Professor Orson naturally will not refute anything. He nodded, then ordered the students of Demstrom and followed behind Busbatten's team and left.
After arranging the things at hand, Dumbledore hurriedly rushed towards the school gate.
...
Harry didn't know that he was fighting the Kemera beast. At this moment, the crowded auditorium was empty.
Of course, in his current state, even if Voldemort was standing in front of him, he might not recognize it.
Harry was now in that strange state again.
Perhaps it is the problem of Gryffindor sword, or there are other inducements ... In short, he is now like a beast who only knows how to fight. In his heart, a raging flame is burning. It is a flame of anger that wants to burn everything.
With his cold Gryffindor sword flashing in his hand, he dashed towards the Myra Beast all the way. Whenever the flame approached, it was a sword cut out, and the powerful flame of Kemaila Beast would be completely dispelled by the blade immediately.
The indomitable and fearless manner would never have appeared on Harry's body.
When Harry approached within a certain range, the Chemera spit out a large flame again, trying to prevent Harry from approaching continuously.
However, this almost unfavorable move was lost under Harry's sword.
Harry saw the sword held in his hands and raised it to the top of his head, then fell straight down, and suddenly the flame like a high wall was easily torn apart.
He decisively stepped forward again, while the sword was backhanded, aiming at the throat of the Chemera.
The Kemaila Beast felt like the power of Gryffindor's sword. It immediately lifted its upper body and avoided a fatal blow.
At the same time, the raised lion's claw slammed down, and if it hit, Harry would probably not live long if he didn't die.
But at this time, Harry wouldn't have been alarmed at this situation for a long time. In his heart, there were no other emotions, and some were just a kind of strong and insane warfare.
"Drink!"
He stepped a little to the left, while the sword was again slashed out. With a soft bang, the Chemera beeped, but it aroused its ferociousness—its front paw was It was cut in half.
"Roar--"
The Kemerah roared, turned back sharply, and the dragon's tail hurled at Harry at a rapid speed. The intensity was so loud that even a sound of breaking air sounded.
Harry was only caught in some kind of extreme indulgence in combat, and with the power of the Gryffindor sword, he was able to fight at this moment.
But now this rapid attack beyond his ability to react was beyond his ability to deal with it. Seeing that he was about to be hit by a speeding dragon tail.
"Shenfeng has no shadow! Maximize!"
Maca's eyes lifted his wand quickly, and an invisible magical blade seemed to cut the space, almost at the moment when the wand was lifted, the dragon tail of the Kemera Beast broke from the root, and Scrubbed Harry's cheek and flew out.
In fact, Maca's blow was not so powerful, he only cut at least a half. At least half of the reasons why the Chemela's tail is so broken are in itself.
If it hadn't been so vigorous, it wouldn't have been so rooted. You know, even if Maca puts this spell to the limit, it won't cause it so much damage.
There was another roar, and the Kemera beast retreated—it apparently wanted to escape.
However, breaking the tail is not so easy to move! Sure enough, it just took a few steps back, and then crashed to the ground—it had temporarily lost its ability to control the body's balance.
How could Harry miss such a good opportunity at this time? He quickly chased after him, and waved a sword at the drop-neck of Kemaila Beast.
"Roar--"
The dying struggle of a Myra Beast was not a joke, while Maca ran forward and waved her wand quickly. Suddenly, Harry flew back as if dragged by his collar.
In the next second, the giant claws of the Chemera beast swept out, and the intensity was so strong that even the hard rocky ground was scraped off a layer of stone skin.
Suddenly, the rubble splattered and Maca had to use a barrier spell to block them all.
"Do not--"
Just as Maca was about to give the dying guest Myra the last look, he heard Hermione scream. He didn't understand why she shouted; he didn't understand why she barked so much.
But the next moment, when a splatter of blood ran over his shoulder, blooming on his cheek ...
He seemed to understand, but was even more confused.
Whose blood is this? He didn't know, because it must not be his ... who would it be?
Maca turned her face tightly, and suddenly, a dazzling golden color took over his entire vision. Following him was a soft body, which hit him heavily in his arms.
Maca could barely maintain her balance and was knocked down on the cold ground.
It was a familiar and unfamiliar taste, weird and nostalgic-it was a mixed smell of Gordygan and spices. He just felt that this strange smell was full of nasal cavity.
"Luna?"
Immediately, Maca clung to him. He clung to the weak, boneless body in his arms almost subconsciously. The next second, he was keenly aware that there seemed to be a wet sensation on the skin of his palm.
Just then ~ EbookFREE.me ~ a sudden white light flashed in front of his eyes.
He raised his right hand conditionedly, and kept holding the wand straight out, and as the fire flashed, something seemed to fly out.
But Maca had no mood to think about it, or in other words, he had already understood what had just happened.
"Luna ..." He repeated the name again, and his voice was exceptionally low.
It was as if he suddenly thought of something. He would throw the wand away from him without a trace, and touched his waist with his shaking right hand.
He fumbled out a bottle of potion, and desperately poured it into the mouth of the girl in front of him.
"Luna ... Luna ... Luna ..."
While waiting for the effect of the medicine, he just held Luna tightly in his arms, everything around him seemed to be meaningless.
"... Luna."