Chapter 2483: his name

"You, are you sure you want to do it to me?"
The moment this sound rang, Harry hesitated, and the Gryffindor sword that had fallen between the demon's gluttony neck was finally stopped.
He was stunned, and then quickly turned his head to look at Hermione beside him, and then he saw a flash of surprise in Hermione's eyes.
"It's Helbo!"
Hermione paused and couldn't help but whispered something. Harry immediately nodded when he heard the words-he also heard it. This familiar voice undoubtedly belonged to the despicable Helbo of the ancient dark wizard! So far, they have been dealing with each other several times, how could they still not be able to tell?
However, although Harry stopped his hand immediately, he did not choose to retract the sword and back off. Even judging from their experience of facing Helbo several times, it's definitely not wrong to stay away from each other temporarily, but as far as the current situation is concerned, his instinct tells Harry that he shouldn't retreat here.
The sound came from the demon gluttonous body under the blade, and now the Gryffindor sword is resting on the opponent's neck, why did he retreat?
Secretly settled, Harry nodded slightly at Hermione, then stared at the gluttony on the ground and said loudly:
"What do you mean by ‘I’m sure I’m going to do it to you’?"
However, Harry's voice fell slightly, but seeing Helbo as if he hadn't heard what he was saying at all, he repeated in his dull voice:
"I'll ask again, are you sure you want to do it to me?"
"I-"
When Harry heard it, he wanted to say something more, but the next moment he was stopped by Hermione who was beside him by raising his arm, preventing him from continuing to speak.
"Maybe he... isn't talking to us."
"Um?"
Harry froze for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at the figure leaning on the back of the throne not far away.
Then, there was another moment of silence. Until Helbo’s words echoed in the hall for the third time, Hermione and Harry, as well as Lu Ping under the stairs, saw that the Lord of the Living Dead finally straightened up slightly and looked down. The demon on the floor overeating slowly said:
"It's just a body... When you left it under my eyelids before you left, you should have planned to treat it as a consumable. Because I think you know it, I never I didn't see you pleasing to your eyes."
After the Lord of the Living Dead said these words, there was another pause.
"Humph," Haierbo's voice came up again, and he coldly snorted, "'It's just a body'...Yes! There is probably no more suitable person in this world to say this than you. It's really persuasive. Powerful."
This time, there was so much ridicule in Helbo's words that even Harry could hear it.
However, the lord of the living corpses on the throne seemed to no longer want to continue talking to him, and saw the former wave his hand at Harry's side, and gestured slightly:
"Cut it! This body is occupied by him, but it is still a demon-Mr. Potter, hand it to you. Besides, you should all know who he is? I think he should not listen or not listen to his words. Okay, what do you think?"
Here, Harry stared at the figure on the throne in a daze, listening to the other's advice, but his heart was very confused. After he couldn't figure out his clues for a while, he thought for a moment, and finally turned his head to look at Hermione next to him again.
Seeing Harry looking at herself again, Hermione naturally knew why Harry hesitated. Even though Harry's brain may not be as good as hers, the other person's instincts have always been good—he apparently heard something very interesting in the brief conversation between the Lord of the Living Dead and Helbo.
But, if you don't do it now, what should she do with Harry standing here? Then froze?
And just after Harry and Hermione hesitated for a moment, Halbo's voice came from the collapsed body of the demon gluttony again:
"Actually, you are really right. I didn't intend to take this body back. It's just a body. Even if it's a demon body, it's not a big deal to me... But I said, what about you? Humph, do you need me to teach you the correct method of soul division? With your magical talent, you will surely learn it right away."
Haierbo's words echoed faintly in the hall, containing a tempting taste, making the wizards in the hall a little frightened.
This is not a metaphor, but a real magical power, probably only a powerful wizard like Haierbo who has thoroughly studied the magic of language.
To be honest, some people really can't help but want to immediately agree to the suggestion of the Lord of the Living Dead. It’s really best not to listen to the words of a guy like the despicable Helbo, lest you get stuck in and never get out if you don’t pay attention.
Of course, people like Harry who have exercised their mental will in the tempering of the Gryffindor sword will certainly not be easily affected by a few words from the other party.
Naturally Hermione would not, because she knew the importance of staying awake at all times. As early as the beginning, the hand in her sleeve had already clenched a rune card. The power of the constant rune symbol can ensure that her will is more firm and consistent to a certain extent.
Unfortunately, UU reading www.uukanshu.com neither the Gryffindor sword nor the mysterious ancient magic text can help people think about the problem. They still need to sort out the current situation by themselves.
For example, what are the meanings of what Helbo said to the Lord of the Living Dead; or, what does Helbo want to express to the Lord of the Living Dead and other people here at this juncture?
Yes, some of it means that Hermione has already realized it, but...
Just when Hermione stood there secretly and vigilantly meditating, and Harry was waiting for the smarter Hermione to give him a direction to act, Helbo spoke again, leaving them no time to think about other things.
"Don't want to learn?" Haierbo's voice said, "Then forget it... The matter is over. I will give you this body. If you want to cut it, cut it! I just hope that you don't go against the crime you once did. The vow that Ms. Eun made... The second phase of the plan will begin! Goodbye, then... Maca McLean."
When the words settled, Haierbo's will seemed to have completely left, and the hall became a dead silence again. Only the last name is left, and it continues to echo in everyone's hearts, and it is always difficult to disappear.