Inside the Taotao department store, the man had already stood up.

He didn't move, he didn't even open his eyes. But a step ahead of him, a hazy shadow was silently revealed.

It was like a shadow, an upright, outlined, figurative, gray-black shadow. If someone has ever seen Helbo's real body, they will probably see it, and that is Helpo's truest appearance.

A hairless bald head, well-proportioned and strong muscles, and a straight nose bridge...... Undoubtedly, this is a typical ancient Greek man – at least as he should have been in his youth.

It was Helbo's soul, strong and solid, like substance.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the shadow swooped down and slammed its fist into the ground.

"Bang! Bang! ”

Again, twice, it landed firmly on the floor of the store, with the momentum of completely breaking the floor.

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

However, the floor was undamaged, and it didn't seem to have a single crack in it.

But at this moment, the figure behind the shadow suddenly moved!

He walked forward with a blank face, passing through the shadow and reintegrating it into his body.

Immediately, Helbo raised his right hand, and without warning, a blazing flame condensed from his palm.

"Nice magic, yes...... It's really good," he said softly as he looked at the flames, "It's a pity that no matter how complicated the defense is, there will always be loopholes that can be cracked...... Since you don't like my first gift, you should accept this second one, right? ”

Before he could finish speaking, Helbo decisively urged the flames to pour down from his palms, tumbling and tumbling to the floor.

Perhaps those flames instinctively found an invisible entrance, but they all rushed towards the position where they had been repeatedly hit just now, and for a while, the temperature around them also rose rapidly.

It took a long time for Helbo to slowly grasp the source of the flame and let it be extinguished again in his palm.

"Hmph...... Is it on the 6th floor? So, McLean, get ready to hard-pick me up......"

I don't know what he sensed, and the next moment, he coldly stepped on the place where the flames had seeped into just now.

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

……

St. Mungo's Underground Corridor.

With the torrent of flames still rushing, Hermione had some difficulty 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 and walk forward in turn, so as not to distance themselves when it was still difficult to see for the time being.

"Even though the flame doesn't have any temperature at all, it's still uncomfortable to walk in...... Hermione, Sirius, can't we just wait at the top of the stairs for a while? ”

It was Ron, who had been dragged by Harry as Hermione and the others passed by the halls.

Of course, they were followed by Neville and Professor Sinista, one of whom was the first witness, and the other was a professor, so there was no reason not to come.

Hearing Ron's grumbling, Hermione suddenly said:

"Are you going to wait for the flames to stop on their own? Don't be stupid, it'll be too late by then! ”

She had barely finished saying this when she suddenly noticed that the speed of the flames surging around her had slowed down. Seem...... These flames that appeared out of nowhere have stopped increasing.

They didn't stop moving forward, and continued to walk deeper down the corridor, trying to find the culprit who unleashed the fire as quickly as possible.

"Wait! Stop! ”

This time it was Sirius who spoke.

His words were obviously not as insignificant as Ron's, and as soon as he spoke, everyone stopped moving forward.

Then, they cast a puzzled look at Sirius one after another.

Sirius didn't look at the group, but he apparently sensed the gaze of the others, so he immediately lifted the bar down and gestured to the ceiling.

"Get too close and step back, get ready for battle!"

Looking up following Sirius, they soon noticed that in the shadow of the ceiling there was a pair of feet sinking silently.

To be honest, if it weren't for the sophisticated and careful reminder of Sirius, even Hermione's acumen would not have noticed that there was an extra pair of feet on top of his head.

As soon as they saw that it was obvious that someone was coming down, several people present, including Sirius, all stepped back some distance in unison.

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

But she didn't expect that Harry also happened to turn his face at this time, causing the two to look at each other.

Hermione...... You say, is it possible that it could be Helbo? ”

“…… Uh, don't know. ”

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

It seems that this has become his most effective preparatory action when he is about to fight.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Harry, Hermione didn't dare to relax easily. Still, she took out her wand and focused on the ceiling for the time being—the figure had sunk to her waist!

To be honest, it is undoubtedly an excellent choice to attack before the opponent is fully visible. But almost all of them hesitated, waiting without saying a word, each holding their wand firmly.

Is that Helpo? Yes or no?

All kinds of rumors and realities have caused everyone to have a huge amount of pressure, and the muscles and joints of the whole body seem to become sluggish.

"Whoa—"

The brilliance of the three spells swept through the air one after another, and suddenly shot in the direction of those legs, and it was Sirius, Harry, and Neville.

She was followed by Hermione, whose spell became the fourth light that illuminated the shadow.

However, a series of four spells pierced through the half-pulled figure in succession, and finally all of them hit the ceiling, splashing large particles of light and dust debris.

The figure was still sinking, seemingly unaffected.

"Retreat! Retreat! No...... Get out of here! Organize everyone to go to the sixth floor! ”

Sirius began to chase people.

There's no way, the spell they cast doesn't seem to even hit people at all, how can this be beaten?

It's a pity that even if he shouted fast, it still seemed to be a little late. Before he could finish speaking, everyone saw that the figure suddenly completely broke away from the ceiling and forcibly "squeezed" from above.

“…… Let's go...... Let's go! I'm staying! Harry took off his Sorting Hat and stared at the figure that was falling through the corridor, gritting his teeth, "This time, it's not a sword to put out the fire, is it?" ”

Seeing this, Hermione and the others also knew that it would be bad for them to stay. Everyone shouted "Harry, be careful", and then dragged Ginny, who refused to leave, to turn around and run wildly.

Not for anything else, just because they had already seen the eyes of the person who came that seemed to hide endless cruelty.

Those eyes slowly opened.

That's Helbo! Definitely Helpo himself! You can't go wrong.

……

"Huh?"

Helbo, who had just arrived in the underground corridor of St. Mungo, first glanced at the boy in front of him, and then looked past Harry behind him.

You can see that there are still a lot of churning flames in this hallway, at least at knee-high level, constantly licking everything around them.

However, no matter how hot the flames were, the big and small wizards were able to move freely in the flames.

This made Helpodam even frown.

Of course, this was a little doubtful to him, but it was not enough to surprise him - there were many ways to avoid being burned by the flames, and even the kind of flames he cast were by no means irresistible.

What's more, the thought that Maca seems to have appeared in this hospital doesn't seem so strange a lot.

At least Helbo knew that the flames would most likely not pose much of a problem for the young man.

"What, you...... Are you going to stop me alone? ”

Returning his gaze to Harry, Helpo asked calmly.

Although his gaze concealed a little cruelty, his tone was still calm and soft.

In fact, even the cruelty in his eyes was only a little impatient because of his repeated attempts to enter here before.

However, Harry on the other side didn't respond a word, he just put his right hand in the hood of the Sorting Hat and stood motionless.

Harry used his fingertips to glide over the hard object in the hood, the cold touch seeping through his fingers and into his heart, making his heart seem to beat even more intensely.

Suddenly, his fingers twitched, slightly off the hilt of the sword, and then his entire palm was silently clenched around him.

He knew that since he couldn't retain consciousness for a long time, it was best to accurately grasp the timing of holding the sword. After all, during this period, it is probably impossible for everyone to evacuate from St. Mungo.

At this moment, there were no previous worries in his mind, and there was only one bland thought left.

Harry Potter – Hold on!

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