Chapter 966

In Taotao department store, the man has stood up.

He didn't move, he didn't even open his eyes. But one step away in front of him, a hazy shadow was silently emerging.

It was like a shadow, an upright gray black shadow with outline and image. If someone has ever seen Haier Bo's real body, they will probably see it. That's the most real appearance of Haier Bo.

A bald head without hair, symmetrical and strong muscles, a straight nose... There is no doubt that this is a typical ancient Greek man - at least when he was young.

That is the soul of halbo, strong and solid, just like essence.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the shadow suddenly bent its knees and hit the ground heavily.

"Bang! Bang!"

Once or twice, they fell firmly on the floor of the store, with a momentum of completely breaking the floor.

Finally, I don't know how many times he hit in total. Suddenly, a dull cracking sound sounded from nowhere. The shadow stood up slowly, and his hands fell back to his sides calmly.

However, the floor is actually undamaged. It seems that there is not even a crack.

But just then, the figure behind the shadow suddenly moved!

He walked forward without expression, passed through the shadow and reintegrated it into his body.

Immediately, halbo raised his right hand, and a fiery flame condensed in his palm without warning.

"Good magic, yes... It's really good," he said softly, looking at the fire. "Unfortunately, no matter how complex the defense is, there will always be loopholes cracked... Since you don't like my first gift, you should accept the second one?"

Before the words fell, halbo decisively urged the flame to pour down from his hands and roll to the floor.

Perhaps the flames instinctively found an invisible entrance, but they all rushed to the position that had just been hit repeatedly, and the surrounding temperature rose rapidly for a time.

For a long time, Haier Bo slowly grasped the source of the flame and let it extinguish again in his palm.

"Hum... Is it on the sixth floor? Then, McLean, get ready to pick me up..."

I don't know what he sensed. The next moment, he coldly stepped on the place where the flame surged in just now.

First on one foot, then on the other, he began to sink... From his legs to his waist to his chest, and finally his whole head disappeared into the ground.

……

San Mungo underground corridor.

As the torrent of flame was still surging, Hermione and them had some difficulties in walking - whether they opened their eyes or not, they could only see a bright flame and nothing else.

Therefore, they had to touch the wall one by one to move forward in turn, so as not to pull apart when it was difficult to see things for the time being.

"Although the flame has no temperature at all, walking inside will still make people feel very uncomfortable... Hermione and Sirius, can't we wait at the top of the stairs first?"

It was Ron who was dragged by Harry when Hermione and others passed by the hall.

Of course, they were followed by Professor Neville and Professor sinista. One of them was the first witness and the other was the professor. There was no reason not to come.

Hearing Ron's complaint, Hermione said immediately:

"Are you going to wait for the flame to stop? Don't be silly, it will be late then!"

As soon as she had finished this sentence, she suddenly found that the speed of flames and waves around her slowed down. It seems that... These flames that appear from nowhere have stopped increasing.

They did not stop moving forward, but still walked deeper along the corridor, trying to find the culprit who released the sea of fire as soon as possible.

"Wait! Stop!"

This time Sirius spoke.

Obviously, his words would not be as insignificant as Ron. As soon as he was out, everyone stopped moving forward.

Then, they cast doubt on Sirius one after another.

Sirius did not see everyone, but he obviously felt the eyes of others, so he immediately lifted it down and motioned to the ceiling.

"If you get too close, step back and be ready for battle!"

Following Sirius up, they soon found that in the shadow of the ceiling, there were two feet sinking quietly.

To be honest, if it had not been for the sophisticated and careful observation of Sirius, even Hermione could not have noticed that there were two feet on her head.

Seeing this, it was obvious that someone was coming down. Several people present, including Sirius, all retreated some distance behind.

Hermione was standing at the front, and Harry was beside her. At this moment, Hermione looked at Harry subconsciously, trying to see what the other party's expression was now.

But she didn't expect that Harry happened to turn his face at this time, making them look at each other.

"Hermione... Do you think it could be Haier?"

"... well, I don't know."

Harry was much more natural than Hermione's cautious answer. When Hermione said "I don't know", he had put his hand on the brim of his hat, and his right hand pulled out his wand neatly and decisively.

It seems that this has become the most effective preparatory action when he is facing the war.

Seeing that Harry was normal, Hermione didn't dare to relax easily. However, she also took out her wand and paid attention to the ceiling for the moment - at this time, the figure above had settled near her waist!

To tell the truth, it is undoubtedly an excellent choice to attack before the other party fully shows up. But almost everyone was hesitating, waiting without saying a word, and everyone firmly held their magic wand.

Is that halbo? Yes, or no?

All kinds of rumors and realities have created great pressure on everyone, and made the muscles and joints of the whole body seem to become sluggish.

"Wow -"

The brilliance of the three magic spells passed through the air one after another, and suddenly shot away in the direction of those legs. It was Sirius, Harry and Neville who started.

Followed by Hermione, her spell became the fourth light to illuminate the shadow.

However, a series of four magic spells penetrated through the banla figure, and finally hit the ceiling, splashing large pieces of light particles and dust debris.

The figure was still sinking and seemed to be unaffected.

"Back! Back again! No... get out of here! Organize everyone to the sixth floor!"

Sirius is driving people.

I can't help it. It seems that the spell they cast can't even hit anyone. How else?

Unfortunately, no matter how fast he shouted, it seemed that he was still a little late. Before he even finished, everyone saw that the figure suddenly completely broke away from the ceiling and "squeezed" down from it.

"Let's go... Let's go! I'll stay!" Harry took off his branch hat, stared at the figure falling down the corridor, and said with his teeth. "This time, he didn't put out the fire with a sword?"

Hermione and others saw this and knew that it would be bad if they stayed. Everyone shouted "Harry, be careful", and then they just dragged Ginny, who refused to leave, and turned and ran wildly.

Not for anything else, just because they have seen the visitor's eyes that seem to hide endless cruelty.

Those eyes opened slowly.

That's halbo! Definitely Haier Bo himself! There can be no mistake.

……

"Huh?"

As soon as he came to helbo in the underground corridor of St. Mungo, he first looked at the boy in front of him, and then looked behind Harry.

It can be seen that there are still many tumbling flames in the corridor, at least licking everything around at knee height.

However, no matter how hot the flames are, the wizards can move freely in the flames.

This made Haier bodang frown.

Of course, although he was a little confused, it didn't surprise him - there were many ways to avoid being burned by the fire. Even the fire he cast was by no means irresistible.

Moreover, many things would not seem so strange at the thought that Maka seems to have appeared in this hospital.

At least halber knew that most of these flames would not create too many problems for the young man.

"Why, are you... Going to stop me alone?"

Turning his eyes back on Harry, halber asked calmly.

Although his vision hides a little cruelty, his tone is still gentle and soft.

In fact, even the cruelty in his eyes is just a little impatient because he has repeatedly tried to enter here before.

However, Harry didn't respond at all. He just put his right hand in the pocket of the branch hat and stood motionless.

Harry slid his fingertips over the hard object in his hat pocket, and the cold touch penetrated his fingers into his heart, making his heart beat more violently.

Suddenly, his fingers shook a little away from the handle of the sword, and then his whole palm held around silently.

He knew that since he could not retain his state of consciousness for a long time, it was better to accurately grasp the time of holding the sword. After all, during this period, it is probably impossible for everyone to evacuate from San mungo.

At this moment, his mind had no previous concerns, and there was only an ordinary idea.

Harry Potter - hold on!