Chapter 2303

"What are you doing? Do you really have to wait until the boy is crazy to get back to his mind and start regretting?"

If there was no such a cold voice that reminded everyone present, Delphi, Hermione and other partners would really continue to hesitate, so that they completely missed the last chance to save Harry.

After all, although they were determined to kill the devil "angry" on the spot today, none of them had the past experience of killing a devil - no one dared to act rashly when they were not sure that the powerful guy was really "dead".

"Now, as an ally, I think I can give another 'kind reminder' for free," the thick and low voice added leisurely again, "If the boy's will is completely eroded by the 'anger rule', no one can recover it. At that time... Hey, I don't think you want to see your companions become crazy, killing people everywhere with a sharp sword and blood flowing into a river?"

"... Lord of the living corpse?"

Hermione, who was relatively far away from the center of the battlefield, heard the familiar voice behind him, and looked back subconsciously. Even if she saw the tall figure that had never appeared in the whole battle process before, she was quietly standing on the top of the hill not far away. Behind his side, the "younger brother" of the twin living corpses At the moment, one side also stands with him, just like the most loyal servant of the former.

Because no one was aware of their arrival, they couldn't even tell whether they had just arrived or whether they had been there all the time.

And... Another demon, where is "arrogance" now?

Although there are many questions, the reminder just made by the other party is the same... No, it is more important than these things at present! They can't afford any more delay.

Hermione just involuntarily called each other, and then remembered Harry who was still not out of danger, so the next moment she turned around again and ran in the direction of the devil's head falling to the ground.

At the same time, Ginny, Hannah, Alexander and Ernst, who had been dragged out of the battlefield by Neville, also gathered there.

Only Sarah and Safina glanced at this side intentionally or unintentionally before they rushed together.

"Look at me? I have nothing to look at."

The "Lord of the living corpse" who suddenly appeared on the top of the hill didn't look at them. He just turned his head a little and looked at the long-standing headless body of the giant demon "anger", shaking his head lightly.

"Anger will be destroyed by anger. That's the right end," he murmured vaguely in a voice that only he could hear.

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If there is no one to help, it will really sink in the ocean of rage!

At this moment, Harry, who still knew nothing about the outside world, was trying to insist and couldn't help thinking that he didn't want to bother others, but unfortunately, he was about to be unable to resist the surging wave of anger.

But I don't know how long it took. It may be a long time, but it seems that only in the next second, an equally majestic force with a kind of strange warmth suddenly merged into his consciousness like a mountain stream. The anger that had already been stirred up was gradually extinguished.

A moment later, he vaguely heard some noisy movements, which suddenly lit up the dark and dead sea of consciousness because of the loss of five senses.

"... hold him down... Use more force and don't let him move. I need..."

It's like Delphi's voice, but... Who is she talking to? Who's moving? Who's holding down?

"Me?"

As soon as the idea came into his mind, Harry suddenly felt that his chest was stuffy and his limbs seemed to be being pressed to death. He couldn't move. There was only some coolness on his forehead. It seemed that there was a hand on it. It seemed that the gentle power came from there.

Then

"Eh? Why... Is there water dripping on my face? Is it raining?"

The return of all kinds of lost and recovered feelings made Harry a little uncomfortable, but it undoubtedly showed that he was gradually recovering from his previous almost desperate state.

More than ten minutes later, he finally opened his heavy eyelids, and a light that was not very bright, but made him extremely eager for several times poured into his pupils.

"Patter."

I don't know whether the senses just retrieved are too sensitive or something. Even the sound of unknown drops of water dripping on my cheeks can be clearly heard.

As the light in front of us converged slightly, faces gradually became clear.

"Ginny... It's your... Tears? I thought it was raining!"

The voice squeezed out of his extremely dry throat was naturally good. Even Harry felt a little uncomfortable, but it was like the sound of nature in Ginny's ears.

"Wake up, Harry, you wake up --" Ginny's surprise whispered, and then she quickly turned her head. "Miss hornheim, you can... You can release him. His arm is about to break."

"Where is Mr. Potter so fragile, but very strong!"

Although Sarah said so carelessly, she immediately waved her hand gently and asked several tall and big alchemy dolls to stop and step aside.

Until then, Delphi, who put his palm on Harry's forehead, withdrew his hand and looked at Harry, who had regained himself, and nodded thoughtfully.

"It should be all right," she nodded slightly, "but I have to say that it's a little lucky... Miss Granger, Miss Weasley... Of course, and Mr. Potter, if you want to blame me, I won't have any opinion - after all, I made such a judgment temporarily at that time, there was indeed gambling in it."

Hearing Delphi suddenly say such words, not to mention Ginny and Hermione who were silent, at least Harry was still confused. He had no idea what had just happened and why Delphi wanted to say such words like apology.

It was not until he turned his head a little with a belly of doubts, and then saw the huge black head that could not be completely blocked by someone in front of him... He vaguely realized.

"Is the devil... Dead?"

Harry smashed his mouth, licked his chapped lips, and asked somewhat stiffly.