Chapter 2493

"Master."

The girl had come to Maka, and she was a little petite. She was almost like a child in front of Maka's demon body. But at this moment, in the eyes of everyone in the hall, it seemed as if she was the stronger one - even if she didn't have such consciousness, her intention of willing to give everything for the living corpses had naturally plated her with a layer of dazzling gold.

On the other side, perhaps in order to talk more naturally with the girl in front of her, Maka stepped back and sat back on his throne. He looked at the corpse girl in front of him, looked at each other quietly, and was silent for a moment.

No one knows what he is thinking at the moment, and no one can confirm what answer he will give to the corpse girl from his hard to read expression.

Hermione seemed unable to help herself and subconsciously took another step forward.

"Marca, no..." she murmured in a loud voice. "It's wrong. Such a big thing... Shouldn't be borne by one person alone."

Just because the hall was still very quiet, Hermione's words easily fell into everyone's ears.

Of course Marca heard it, too.

He not only heard it, but also responded to it - perhaps because of the time, even he felt a little difficult to deal with the "plea" of the corpse girl! Hermione opened her mouth and immediately distracted him temporarily. He saw his eyes pass over the shoulder of the corpse girl and look at Hermione standing more in front:

"So, sure enough, my previous proposal is better, isn't it?"

"Of course not!"

On Hermione's side, Harry still didn't give in, and insisted loudly.

Hermione didn't say anything about Harry's mouth. Obviously, although she didn't want to watch the corpse girl take her life as a sacrifice, she also didn't want to see the plan of "new human" finally come true.

Although this is undeniably a little too greedy, what's wrong with being greedy in front of life?

However, at the moment when Hermione pursed her lips slightly, everyone saw that Maka seemed to confirm something and nodded gently.

The next second, his eyes fell back on the corpse girl in front of him, and he showed an expression that might be a smile at each other.

"OK! I promised."

Almost as she spoke, as soon as Maka raised her right hand, the devil's claws slipped quietly across the neck behind the ears of the corpse girl.

Immediately, the corpse girl fell to the ground like a broken doll in everyone's eyes, and there was no sound in a moment.

The air suddenly solidified due to shock broke the silver bottle in the excitement of everyone's mind in the hall, and the mixture of surprise and anger poured to the ground.

Harry, in particular, had no time to worry about all the previous mood contradictions. He suddenly stepped over the devil's body in front of him and came to Marca.

"You... You're not Maka!" he shouted angrily, and the Gryffindor sword in his hand even fell on each other's neck. "Say! Who are you! What do you want to do?"

Perhaps it was reminded by Harry's words, or, in fact, it was just unwilling to continue to believe the facts in front of us. Hermione, who was staring at the dead girl lying on the ground, suddenly raised her head and whispered vaguely but inexplicably and resolutely:

"Yes... You're not Maka, you're... You're a despicable halbo. Yes, it must be true! You want to pretend to be Maka to cheat our trust, but what you've done has completely exposed the fact that you're not Maka!"

Under the stairs, Snape's eyes narrowed slightly, while lupin and others mostly frowned, and no one spoke at this time. Ron, Ginny, Hannah and other small partners exchanged eyes with each other. They seemed ready to rush up the stairs at any time to provide the most tacit support for Hermione who might be about to do it and Harry who had actually done it.

However, in this case, as the opener of this scene, the figure still calmly sat on the throne. His shoulder was lightly supported by a peerless sword that had cut off the heads of several demons, but he seemed not to be aware of his danger at the moment.

He didn't even pay attention to Harry, who had ignited the fire of anger. He looked at the corpse girl's body on the ground for a moment, then looked up directly at Hermione and said with interest:

"If I'm not Marca McLean, where is the real Marca McLean?"

"How do I know?" at this moment, even Hermione's face showed real anger. "We should ask you this question!"

"Is that so?" the tall figure calmly said, "no, in fact, you should have known it long ago, shouldn't you?"

"We've seen through your true face! But you're still playing tricks here!" Harry grabbed each other's shoulder. The sharp blade of Gryffindor's sword had fallen into each other's particularly tough demon skin. "Aren't you afraid I'll cut off your head?"

But the other party immediately spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders. Lian Jianfeng cut deeper and still didn't care. He hummed and smiled and asked:

"Oh, my Harry, what do you think we've been doing all this time? Isn't it cutting off the devil's head one by one? Maybe you've forgotten that this body is also a devil! In fact, this is what we'll do sooner or later... Although there are some accidents today, some links are a little ahead of time It doesn't really matter - do it, my Savior. "

"Don't worry, I'll --" Harry, wait! "

Harry, who had long been in an impulsive state because of his anger, had no intention to think more. Hearing the other party's words, he was so excited that he subconsciously wanted to cut off with a sword, but he was yelled at by a quick drink.

That's Ginny's voice!

The instinct formed by tacit cooperation on the battlefield made him not easily miss Ginny's voice in the most extreme frenzy, and the same was true at this moment.

Perhaps it was Ginny's voice that swept away the confusion floating in her heart. Hermione seemed to wake up at this time. She might also realize something at once. She ran forward and pressed Harry's shoulder.

"Yes, wait a minute, Harry... Don't be disturbed by others."