Chapter 2555 Harry's Golden Snitch

Once upon a time, the sharp blade that was still held by Godric Gryffindor was the legendary sword that claimed to be able to split all magic in two.

So far, although Harry has not yet brought it back to that amazing level. But when he swung his blade and slashed through the magic power nodes of Haierbo's mirror world magic one after another... Even if it was only a little bit, the power that this legendary sword should have finally began to be faintly revealed in his hands.

This may be the first time that Harry has tasted the power of anger in a state of extreme sobriety, and this feeling is undoubtedly very wonderful.

Come on! Although you have been trying your best to use these realistic mirror images to wear me down since just now, in the final analysis, isn't your purpose still to kill me?

Now that I have given up on the endless substitution of offense and defense, facing me who is full of flaws, you who are still hiding in the dark and want to kill me are obviously much easier than the stalemate just now!

Come on! Let's do it! Let's do it, Haierbo!

If you don't do it again, then I... will escape from the 'cage' you set up for me!

Harry was no longer confused.

Although Haierbo's current location is still a mystery to him, but he knows that at this moment, the situation between him and Haierbo has been completely reversed.

Yes, obviously, the moment Harry decided to start, he also naturally exposed his intention to discover the magic power nodes and intend to cut off the detected nodes one by one.

Speaking of which, this should have been quite unfavorable to Harry who wanted to get out of trouble, but he was somewhat helpless—once he started to act, he would be noticed by Hai Erbo who was looking at everything anyway. true intentions.

But now, when Harry simply said the matter directly, the status quo was given a new meaning.

If Haierbo still stands still, then as Harry cuts off the magic nodes one by one, this mirrored space will fall apart sooner or later; and if Haierbo makes a move at this time, facing Harry who is clearly prepared, he has always been cautious. Is he really willing to be led by the nose like this by a young man who he thought was reckless and ignorant before?

When the sword edge passed silently at a certain node position again, Harry, who seemed to have not made any new movements on Haierbo's side for a long time, sneaked a glance at the mirror image figure that was chasing after him.

It seemed that his strategy was very successful, and Haierbo seemed to have indeed fallen into a certain degree of contradiction. Otherwise, just like what the other party whispered in his ear at the beginning, that guy might have already continued to babble at him!

However, not only did Harry, who had managed to pull back a victory, not feel complacent, he wasn't even happy at all.

Because only he himself knows that the magic nodes he has mastered with the help of Hermione and others may not be all of them. Every time a node is truncated, the chip in his hand will be reduced by one point-the two sides are not equal in this gamble that he actively fought for, isn't it?

Fortunately, this time, he seemed to bet right!

laugh--

Boom!

Suddenly, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the blind spot of Harry, who was sprinting at high speed. Although Harry, who was always on guard during this time, sensed the attack in time and turned around to block a claw attack with his horizontal sword, he still couldn't prevent the second attack that came almost at the same time.

Before reaching the location of another node, Harry was easily knocked out from afar. As for the confrontation and counterattack he planned, he couldn't do it at all.

Tsk.

In mid-air, Haierbo, who finally appeared in person, turned his palm to look at the scars on his sharp claws when he was blocked by Gryffindor's sword, and clicked his tongue in displeasure.

Isn't it good to be so obedient and exhausted under the blindness of the mirror image? You insist on forcing me to take action, because you think that only in this way can you not waste what your friends have done for you...

while talking,

Hai Erbo suddenly pointed at the positions where the gravity changed abnormally one by one.

... Are these 'efforts'?

But at least...

So, is it that one?

Harry, who was knocked into the air, flipped several times in mid-air before regaining control of the broom and stabilizing it.

There was raging black flames attached to his abdomen, and the wound seemed to be quite shallow under the flowing flames, and the blood had already stained his pants red. However, this was also the best result he had managed to obtain at that moment when he tried his best to retract his abdomen and made evasive movements.

A demon's blow cannot be easily resisted by a human's weak body.

But at this moment, Harry didn't seem to feel the pain that affected his body and soul at the same time. Although his eyes were only fixed on Hai Erbo, his peripheral vision inadvertently swept across the position behind him. And pass.

At the same time, Haierbo's ridicule continued——

...Young man, if you provoke me again and again, the consequences will be very serious. Now the flame of the soul is attached to the wound, burning the soul while losing blood. It must taste very good? Don't worry, Next, you will definitely suffer a hundred times... a thousand times more than now.

Hai Erbo didn't seem to be wasting time anymore. Even in this situation, even if he could kill Harry himself, he would inevitably suffer some injuries from the sword of Gryffindor, but he didn't want to bother any more. .

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot again, and then appeared behind Harry almost simultaneously in the distance. And the moment he appeared, the monstrous soul flame burst out at the same time.

The devil's claws that were drawn at him at close range from behind him, and the soul-devouring black flames rushing and gathering in all directions, Harry's situation has reached the most critical moment!

However, it was also at this moment that under his pair of lenses, in the blue eyes inherited from his mother, on that face full of gray stains and blood stains, which seemed to be carved out of the same mold as his father, some But just firm.

clang!

Controlling the broom under him to make a neat gyration, Harry narrowly blocked the blow at the very moment, and flew backwards with that huge force.

While flying in the opposite direction, he kept fine-tuning the flight route, dodging the black flame tentacles sweeping towards him time and time again, like flowing clouds and flowing water in one go.

This whole set of movements is like a seeker who encounters a sneak attack by a bludger in a Quidditch game and dodges one after another under the continuous pursuit of the batter. And of course he has only one goal, which is to make his entire team win the game, the Golden Snitch that belongs only to him!

Hey, swords aren't allowed in Quidditch—

While subconsciously muttering these words, Harry finally stabbed out the Gryffindor sword in his hand under the pursuit of the infinite black flames.