"What the hell was that? How did you get into that kind of thing? ”

In mid-air, Harry was riding his broomstick as fast as he could. And in his hand, the Sorting Hat seemed to wriggle its tip a little uncomfortably, and yelled at Harry.

When Harry heard this, he couldn't help but answer honestly:

Maca said it was summoned by Helbo...... Well, do you know Helbo? ”

"Of course I do!" When the Sorting Hat heard this, he immediately said, "Godric used this sword in your hand to kill him several times in a row!" But that guy can be resurrected every time, and he is very secretive, and once Godric fell for him without paying attention......"

As he was talking, the Sorting Hat suddenly put away the topic and said in wonder:

"It's all old things, I'll tell you what to do! Anyway, Helbo I know, but ...... You just said that it was summoned by Helbo? I've never seen it before – his latest research in years? ”

"Oh, I don't know," Harry said, "I only know something that Maca just told me. In addition, maybe because that guy is powerful, he will pose a huge threat to the whole of London, so Maca will mobilize everyone to evacuate the city in advance, right? ”

"Hmm...... And then I asked you to come over and use the sharpness of the Gryffindor sword to find a way to hurt the other party? "That sounds pretty good, but what does this hat think...... He probably can't handle that guy? ”

Harry was obviously a little unimpressed by the Sorting Hat's words, because in his heart, Maca's strength had always been extraordinarily strong.

The black guy was indeed very powerful, but Harry still believed that Maca could defeat him.

But......

"Speaking of which, what the hell is that guy's body made of? Even the Gryffindor Sword could only cut a gap! ”

"Who knows?"

……

Harry didn't know what the demon was, and apparently neither did Maca. In fact, Maca didn't know much more about the so-called "demon" than Harry.

When he saw that the demon in front of him suddenly changed and took the initiative to call out his name, Maca was really stunned.

"You...... Muriel? ”

However, the other party didn't seem to hear Maca's words, and was still staring at him by himself. And the gaze seemed to be unfocused, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

"Miss Muriel?"

"Mr. McLean...... I don't know if it's you, but anyway, please hear me out of my request...... Kill me! Helmo is in my body right now, he's trapped here for the time being, and I don't think he's capable of leaving at the moment. ”

"Sir, I can't hear what you're saying, and I probably won't be able to control this body for too long. I only found this opportunity, and I took advantage of the 'demon''s will to temporarily regain control. If I'm mistaken about your identity, if you're not Mr. McLean...... I'm sorry, but please pass on my words to him. ”

"And now, if you can do it...... Kill me! ”

These words are a bit reversed, but the general meaning is conveyed. When the words fell slightly, Maca saw the other party raise his hands suddenly, and then grabbed his head and pulled it to the side.

The explosion that Maca had unleashed had blasted the demon's neck out of the gap, and now, Muriel wanted to tear her head off!

Seeing this scene, Maca couldn't help but feel quite shocked, but unfortunately the other party suddenly stopped again after pulling hard twice.

McClay ...... Kindness...... Mr. ......"

The demon's will was regaining possession of the body, and Muriel's soul was forced to retreat back into a corner of her body, where she continued to survive.

When she found herself in front of her, and then in that gray place again, she couldn't help but purse her lips, and her eyes became a little more powerless.

"Miss Muriel...... Looks like you're not doing anything, aren't you? ”

Opposite Muriel, Helbo, who was also in a soul state, stroked his chin and sneered lightly.

"Shut up."

Muriel glared at him coldly, then turned away, as if he didn't bother to look at Helbo's annoying appearance.

At the moment, Helbo was actually a little weak, so he didn't bother Muriel again. Including Muriel's counteract when the demon's will was loosened just now, he didn't intervene.

Because he knew that Muriel simply couldn't control this body for long, and would soon fall back—and as it turned out, he guessed correctly.

"I suppose the one out there who is fighting the demon must be McLean, right? Well...... Except for that kid, probably no one has this ability. ”

Suddenly, Helbo said as if talking to himself:

"But obviously, he wasn't going to be a match for the demon - to be honest, it was a surprise to me just to hurt him. So, don't expect him to defeat this demon. ”

"I know, you must be hoping that he will destroy this demon, along with you and me, right? It's a pity that he can't do it......"

Listening to Helbo's chatter behind his back, Muriel couldn't help but shout again:

"I said it, shut up!"

"Okay, okay!" Helmpo shrugged his shoulders, then closed his lips indifferently.

In fact, Helpo, like Muriel, is now waiting silently......

As for the conversation in this demon's body, Maca naturally has no way of knowing. However, even if he could actually hear it, he probably wouldn't have the time to listen to it right now.

Because, after Muriel's soul suddenly receded, the demon's will returned to the body. Maca watched as the huge wound on the opponent's neck was repairing little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye, but she could only retreat a little distance again and again to avoid the opponent's crazy attacks.

"Bang!"

A tree on the side of the street was uprooted by the other party and smashed towards Maca with a thousand strokes. As a last resort, Maca had no choice but to retreat again to save energy and mana to find a gap to fight back.

And in his heart, he was actually still thinking about what Muriel said just now when he controlled that body - Helbo was trapped in that body?

Was it at the end of the ritual and trying to take the demon's body that went wrong? Or will it take more time to finish occupying the body?

The two possibilities represent two different trends, and obviously mean that there are at least two very different solutions.

"Which one is possible?"