Maca looked back and saw Harry, with red eyes.

Harry exuded a violent aura all over his body, and with the Gryffindor sword in one hand, he brushed past Maca in a strange posture and rushed straight towards Kemeramon.

"What's going on?" Maca couldn't help frowning.

Kemeralmon opened its jaws again, and another flame erupted, heading straight for Harry. But Harry didn't dodge, he suddenly raised his sword, and suddenly split the flames......

Maca noticed that the moment Harry raised his sword, there seemed to be a flash of golden light on the sword. If he hadn't been staring at it, he probably wouldn't have been able to notice this detail.

"Huh?"

He was about to casually lament Gryffindor's eccentricity, but he inadvertently noticed another anomaly - the eyes of the Kemera beast, which didn't seem quite right?

"That's ...... Black gas? ”

……

While Harry and Kemera were having a good time, something happened in the guest of honor in the audience.

"Dumbledore, ...... just now"

Filch, who had been patrolling the outfield, suddenly ran to the guest of honor and whispered a few words to Dumbledore. Dumbledore's expression was calm, but the sharp eyes hidden behind the lenses seemed to reveal that things were not so simple.

He thought for a moment, then nodded.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry, I need to get out of the way......" Dumbledore said to the other members of the Tribunal sitting on either side, "I'll be back soon." ”

As if to confirm his words, just as his words fell, a green light suddenly appeared in the sky in the direction of the school gate. Almost in the blink of an eye, the green light had already flown to the highest point, and then exploded, attracting the audience's attention.

As a dark green mist spread, a large skull appeared in the sky, and a green serpent snaked out of the skull's mouth as if mocking everything in Hogwarts.

"Dark Mark of the Devil!"

I don't know who shouted, and the panic spread like a plague.

"Calm down!" Dumbledore let out a loud shout, he didn't even use the amplification charm, and the vibration of his magic alone reached everyone's ears.

At this moment, the status of this "greatest white wizard of our time" in people's hearts was revealed. Almost everyone fell silent at once, and everyone looked at Dumbledore's tall, straight body.

This old man, with his white hair and wrinkles, will always be the pillar of everyone's heart. As long as he is alive, it means that hope has not gone away from everyone – I believe everyone thinks so.

"The deans are leading the students of their respective colleges back to the castle, and they are all forbidden to go out." He calmly gave the order, "Madame Maxim, Professor Orson, please also lead the students of your respective schools into the castle for shelter; Mr. Bagman, please come in together! ”

"But...... And the warriors in the labyrinth? Orson said suddenly.

Fleur had already abstained from coming out before, but Maca was still inside! As the lead professor at Durmstrang College, he had to be concerned about it—though he didn't think Maca was in any danger himself.

"I'll close the labyrinth exit for the time being," Dumbledore said calmly, glancing at the labyrinth below, "It might be safer for them to stay inside......

Since Dumbledore had said so, Professor Orson naturally wouldn't refute anything. He nodded, ordered Durmstrang students, and left after Beauxbatons' group.

After arranging the matter at hand, Dumbledore hurried in the direction of the school gate.

……

Harry, who was fighting the Kemera beast, didn't know that at this moment, the crowd was now empty.

Of course, in his current state, even if Voldemort was standing in front of him, he might not recognize it.

Harry was once again in that strange state.

Maybe it's the Gryffindor Sword itself, or maybe there's something else...... In short, he was now like a beast that only knew how to fight, and in his heart there was a raging flame, a flame of anger that wanted to burn everything.

With the Gryffindor sword in his hand in his hand, he sped all the way towards Kemeramon. Every time the flames came to him, he swung his sword and slashed out, and the powerful flames of Kemera Beast were immediately completely dispersed by the blade.

That kind of indomitable and fearless momentum would never have been possible in Harry in normal times.

As Harry got closer to a certain range, Kemeramon spewed out a large expanse of flames again, trying to stop Harry's approach.

However, this almost invincible move lost its due effect under Harry's sword.

Harry held his sword above his head with both hands, and then slashed straight down, and in an instant, the flames that looked like a high wall were easily torn apart.

He stepped forward resolutely, his sword flickering backhand, aiming at the throat of the Kemeramon.

As if sensing the power of the Gryffindor Sword, Kemeramon immediately raised its upper body and avoided the fatal blow.

At the same time, its raised claws slammed downward, and if it did, Harry wouldn't have lived long, if not dead.

But at this time, Harry would not have shown the slightest panic about this situation. In his heart, there was no other emotion, just a strong battle intent that bordered on madness.

"Drink!"

He took a slight step to the left, and the sword slashed out again, and with a soft "snort", the Kemera beast screamed in mourning, but it only aroused its ferocity even more—its front claws were cut in half.

"Roar—"

Kemera roared wildly, and jerked around, the dragon's tail flailing at Harry at great speed. The force was so great that even the sound of breaking the sky sounded.

Harry was only caught in some kind of war-hungry madness, and the power of the Gryffindor sword allowed him to fight until now.

But at the moment, this kind of rapid attack beyond his reflexes was something he couldn't deal with at all, and he was about to be hit by the dragon's tail that came at great speed.

"Blade without a shadow! Maximize! ”

Maca quickly raised her wand, and an invisible magical blade seemed to cut through space, and almost as soon as she raised her wand, Kemeramon's tail broke off from the root and flew out grazing Harry's cheek.

In fact, Maca's blow was not so powerful, and he only cut a small half at most. At least half of the reason why Kemeramon's tail broke so simply was due to itself.

If it hadn't been so vigorous, it wouldn't have broken off like this. You know, even if Maca used this spell to the limit, it wouldn't cause it so much damage.

There was another roar, and the Kemera retreated—it was clearly trying to escape.

However, a broken tail is not so easy to act on! Sure enough, it staggered back a few steps before crashing to the ground—the ability to control its body's balance that it had temporarily lost.

How could Harry miss such a great opportunity at this time? He hurried after him, and swung his sword at the drooping neck of the Kemeramon.

"Roar—"

The dying throes of a Kemera beast were no joke, and Maca quickly waved her wand as she ran forward. Suddenly, Harry flew back upside down as if he had been dragged by the collar.

In the next second, the giant claws of the Kemera beast swept out, and the force was so great that even the hard rocky ground was scraped off a layer of stone skin.

For a moment, the rubble flew everywhere, and Maca had to use an obstacle charm to block them all.

"No—"

Just as Maca was about to give the dying Kemera one last time, he heard Hermione screaming. He didn't understand why she was screaming; He didn't understand why she screamed so heartbreakingly.

But the next moment, when a puddle of red blood swept over his shoulder and bloomed on his cheek......

He seemed to understand, but he was even more confused.

Whose blood is this? He didn't know because it was certainly not his...... So who will it be?

Maca turned back with a tense face, and suddenly, a dazzling gold color took over his entire vision. He was followed by a soft body that slammed into his arms.

Maca could barely maintain her balance and was knocked to the cold ground.

It was a familiar and unfamiliar smell, strange and nostalgic – it was a mixture of gordigan and spice. He only felt that his entire nasal cavity was filled with this strange fragrance.

"Luna?"

Maca was stunned for a moment, and he almost subconsciously hugged the weak and boneless body in his arms. In the next second, he was keenly aware that there seemed to be a damp sensation on the skin of his palm.

At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

He reflexively raised his right hand, and the wand he had always held held straight forward, as if something had flown upside down with the flash of fire.

But Maca was in no mood to think about it, or rather, he had already understood what had just happened.

"Luna......" he repeated the name, his voice unusually deep.

As if suddenly remembering something, he tossed aside his wand, which had never left him, and touched it to his waist with his trembling right hand.

He shuddered and pulled out a bottle of potion, and then poured it desperately into the mouth of the girl in front of him.

Luna...... Luna...... Luna......"

While waiting for the medicine to work, he just hugged Luna tightly in his arms, and everything around him seemed to have lost its meaning.

“…… Luna. ”