“…… No problem? No, I wouldn't think so if I were you. ”

Helbo's voice still echoed around him, saying something a little inconsequential, but he never showed up.

In fact, the dark-eyed "wizard" was also coming this way step by step, so that Maca had to fend off the flames while being distracted.

Isn't this an excellent time for Helmo to sneak attack?

But Helbo seemed to have made up his mind to continue hiding, and still refused to appear, which couldn't help but make Maca suddenly have a guess in her heart that "Helbo is actually not around here at all".

Don't...... That guy just deliberately made up this illusion to deceive him, in an attempt to make him not dare to act rashly?

Maca knows that this possibility is not out of the question. And not only that, because when Helmo needed to hold him back in this way, it probably meant ......

"Ceremonial ...... Maybe it's almost time to finish? ”

Regarding the demon summoning technique, Maca only learned some untrue information from Charlotte's father. There were many things he didn't know, including that the fog around them was a harbinger of the ritual initiation.

And now, has that ritual been completed? Or when exactly will it be done? Obviously, he had no way of knowing any of these facts.

Of course, whether Helbo is here or not, he has the same thing to do. At least until Hermione and Luna returned to St. Mungo, he had to stay in front of the girls, not leaving a single step.

The next moment, I saw Maca swing her staff, and a cold air that had been going straight into the air suddenly separated from it, and quickly turned to the black-pupiled wizard who was walking this way.

The extreme ultra-low temperature left flakes of ice crystals in the air it swept by, rushing towards each other from top to bottom.

To say that this is the product of the power of rules after all, although the black unknown substance summoned by that guy is magical, the speed of resistance is also amazingly fast. But the cold air still froze a layer of hoarfrost on the other party's heavy and condensed spherical shield.

"Click-"

This was the first time that the opponent's black substance had failed, and even though that shield also had extremely strong physical defense against demons, there was actually a crack this time.

It's a pity that the substance can obviously transform back and forth between liquid and solid, and only one or two cracks can be easily repaired again.

That didn't seem to do much harm to the unidentified guy yet.

However, Maca doesn't have to hurt or even kill the other party now, but just force the other party to stop and defend, which is enough.

However, after separating a small part of the cold air, Maca's strength to resist Helbo's flame creatures naturally became a little weaker. At first, he had a slight advantage, but now he can only barely equalize.

"You see, if there's another one who can interfere with you now, you're going to have to continue to distribute your strength. And I'll never have that kind of trouble......"

Helbo was still talking nonsense that didn't matter much, as if he was putting pressure on Maca, but like he was stalling for time.

But in fact, not only do these ritual-born collectors not directly follow Helbo's orders, but there are only two of them now. It was not easy for him to find a way to guide such a person to deal with Maca.

Although Maca hadn't discovered this yet, it could be seen that Helbo was still talking in the dark again and again, and naturally felt more and more that the other party might not be nearby.

"Are you really trying to hold me back in this way?"

Thinking about it this way, Maca didn't relax because of this. Even though he was speculating again and again in his heart that the other party was most likely still in the venue where the ritual was running, he was still vigilant about all the movements around him on the premise that the other party was indeed ready to attack in a corner.

And at the moment, right behind Maka, Pansy seemed very nervous.

She clutched the handle of her wand tightly, pinching her fingers and joints a little white—although she knew very well that no matter what happened next, it would not be her right to do it, but she couldn't help but review the spells several times in her mind.

But right next to Pansy, Luna, who was also holding a wand, was in stark contrast to her.

Because Luna can also sense magic, although she is very limited in this fog at the moment, she has been in London for so long, and naturally she will gradually get used to it.

If nothing else, when Maca sensed Helbo's magic before, Luna said it almost at the same time. And that's obviously more than just a coincidence.

At this point, while Maca was distracted in her search for Helbo's exact location, Luna seemed to be concentrating on catching the peculiar fluctuation.

As for Hermione, she had been working with the trench-clad wizard to study St. Mungo's closed entrance. But as the movement of the battle behind her continued to come, she was obviously getting more and more anxious.

Almost every few seconds, she couldn't help but glance behind her, and although her face didn't show much, the worry in her eyes became stronger and stronger.

On the other hand, although Maca didn't look back, he was still very clear about the state of Luna, Hermione and the others. He knew that Luna was also helping to find Helbo, and he knew that Hermione was already a little anxious.

But now that the stalemate was in front of him, he didn't know what to say to comfort them.

"Don't move, stay where you are! No one should act casually without an order! ”

Suddenly, Maca shouted—to the ranks of supporters of the federation on the street. Because the black-eyed wizard was forced to stop because of the cold air of Maca, several squads wanted to come forward to help him deal with the guy.

But Maca knew very well that the "wizard" with serious abnormal magic fluctuations was not something that ordinary wizard teams could deal with.

After telling everyone to stop, Maca continued to hold on to the stalemate, hoping that the trench-clad wizard would open the entrance, or that he would be able to confirm that Helbo was not around first.

However, he wanted to wait, but Helbo might not agree.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Maca felt a strong ripple in one direction, and then a red arc of regular power snaked towards him at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time as the arc of light appeared, the original fire creatures no longer spawned. He immediately flicked his staff, condensing the cold air in the air, turning into a blue-white beam of light and rushing straight away.

Whenever the other party's blazing current tried to bypass and attack him, he would also pull the cold air to block it in time. For a moment, it looked as if there were two giant snakes, one red and one white, entangled in the air, not to mention the destructiveness exposed by each collision between the two, but there was actually some pleasing beauty to the eye.

But what Maca himself felt was that Helbo was constantly exerting force, which undoubtedly made it more difficult for him to spare energy to find the traces of the other party.

And in a moment, another magic power fluctuation suddenly intensified in his perception - it was the black-pupiled wizard who was really blocked by him!

Taking advantage of the crimson arc of light controlled by Helbo being slightly pushed away by him, he suddenly pulled his staff back, and a blue-white beam of light instantly rushed straight towards the "black ball" in the middle of the street.

With a rapid freezing sound, the beam of light condensed by the power of pure rules suddenly froze the opponent with a spherical shield into a large lump of ice at the same time.

Just looking at the cold air that escaped from it covered the surrounding streets with a layer of ice crystals and frost marks, you can see how terrible the temperature really was.

Seeing this, the supporters of the International Federation of Wizards couldn't help but retreat a little, although it didn't seem to affect them.

However, this is also because Maca chose to sacrifice part of the power entangled with Helbo. The next moment he forcibly froze the guy, a red arc of light in the air slammed towards Maca's side.

Maca controlled the power of the cooling rule, and barely blocked the blow a little, and she was secretly relieved in her heart.

But it was at this moment that his face suddenly changed.

"Maca!"

At that moment, Luna seemed to notice it too—it was Helbo's magic fluctuations, not far to their right!

Maca decisively gave up control of the power of the rules in mid-air, and turned her staff upside down to stab at an empty spot on the right, so fast that it was hard to tell.

"Whew-"

The handle of the staff, made of basilisk horns, was so hard that he easily stabbed it into the brick wall. And in the next second, a figure trembled and appeared from the place where he had stabbed, who was it not Helbo?

But at this moment, Maca's expression changed again.

There is no doubt that his stab feels completely wrong. He didn't feel any touch that penetrated a person's body until the impact and friction of the stab against the wall.

When he saw a hint of an inexplicable smile flashing on Helbo's face in front of him, the figure dissipated without a trace.

"Helbo!"

Maca gritted her teeth and spun her feet, quickly turning her staff and swinging it again, but what fell into his eyes was a scene he never wanted to see.

Right in front of the glass window, Helmo stood beside Hermione, the same calm smile on her face as she had been before the phantom had dissipated.

McKellen ...... I heard, this girl likes you? Isn't it? ”

Helbo's words made the corners of Maca's mouth twitch slightly, and she couldn't speak.

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