In the underground caverns, fierce battles continue.

The sound of continuous fighting came and went, one after another; Flames mixed with rubble flew up, causing chaos in the vast vertical crypt.

The Flame Wyvern flew tenaciously in the air, and even the pillar of light formed by the power of the cooling rule could not completely freeze it.

Maca knew very well that the environment here was equivalent to the home of the Flame Wyvern, and with the continuous replenishment of the lava lake, it was indeed not easy to deal with it.

Of course, with his nimble movements, the Flame Wyvern couldn't help him either.

If it was a normal fight, Maca wouldn't have bothered too much. Because in this case, the one who consumes mana faster will obviously be Mr. Blois.

With a staff in hand, he only needs to drag the opponent into a war of attrition, then the balance of victory will inevitably tilt in his favor.

However, it is clear that he can't do that now.

At the moment he had only one enemy, Mr. Blois, and if he had waited for Voldemort to come in a moment, he would have to return in vain today.

At this moment, it was he who was more lacking in time, not Monsieur Blois.

"Do you want to learn Gryffindor?" While dodging the Flame Wyvern, Maca pondered in her heart, "Hmm...... It's worth trying, but I'm just a Hufflepuff! ”

Since he entered Hogwarts, he has only studied with Gryffindor once, and that time alone has left him with a terrible memory.

That's right, it was the end of the first semester when he went to stop Voldemort who possessed Quirrell.

"There's always some bad premonition......"

Maca muttered to herself, but in the next moment, "swift" was fully opened.

It was his physical body that was enhanced by the Assassin's abilities, and it was impossible for him to fly faster by stepping on a magic book alone. So he stomped in mid-air, and then ran along the clandested rock wall that had been blown away by the fierce battle.

Speaking of which, because he is too busy on weekdays, he has not practiced his physical skills for a while. At the moment, although he turned on his ability to the limit, the speed was not as fast as he imagined.

It can be said that in the eyes of Mr. Blois, Maca at this time is enough to surprise any wizard.

Because Maca ran faster than she flew, the Flame Wyvern couldn't catch up with him.

Blois frowned slightly, his wand trembled again and again, and a large number of stone cones suddenly burst out of the stone wall. Between the canine teeth, almost every stone cone was stabbed out of the maka's foothold.

"Concentrate!"

Maca's eyes closed slightly, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

While abandoning visual judgment, sound, temperature, air currents, and even magic have become one of the elements that make up his vision.

Running and jumping continuously, under the adaptation of dodging the stone cone again and again, he gradually regained his original feeling.

The sting of stone chips on your face, the shaking of the stone walls beneath your feet, the boiling heat of the lava lake, the warm air whistling in your ears, the smell of sulfur lingering between your mouth and nose......

Everything around him was stimulating his nerves and bringing him closer to the spirit of Gryffindor House a little bit.

He could sense that the majestic source of magic that represented Mr. Blois was getting closer and closer to him!

"It's not a lion, but I want to pretend to be a lion......"

Maca grumbled as she took his last step.

"What the hell am I doing?"

With this step, he suddenly burst out with the greatest force, and swept past the flying flame wyvern at great speed, and swooped straight towards Blois's side.

In the air, his arm stretched out, his staff pointed straight ahead, and an invisible wave of magic spread out.

"Hmph."

Mr. Blois snorted, and pointed his wand forward, the tip of which was aimed precisely and quickly at the rushing Maca.

"What magic?"

At the moment when she noticed the sudden tightness around her body, Maca, who was extremely sensitive to the flow of magical energy, reacted immediately.

I saw him quickly withdraw his staff and suddenly wave it to the side. A stream of air arose out of thin air, rolled him up very roughly, and threw him out.

"Dodge?" Mr. Blois muttered softly.

There seemed to be some surprise in his mouth, but the wand in his hand did not pause. In a decisive wave, the Flame Wyvern immediately spat out a huge fireball.

Maca barely spun in the air, raising her staff in front of her, revealing a gleaming barrier of ice crystals.

"Boom!"

The fireball slammed into the barrier, sending out a massive amount of magma, ice chips, and smoke. In the midst of the smoke, Maca, who had received a powerful impact, suddenly flew out upside down and smashed into the opposite stone wall.

Mr. Blois relentlessly controlled the Flame Wyvern and continued to charge towards where Maca had fallen, apparently not intending to give Maca any respite.

It's complicated, but this series of exchanges ended in just an instant.

"So, the Gryffindor kind...... I can't learn it! ”

In the dusty cloud of dust on the opposite stone wall, a pillar of blue-white light broke through the smoke and dust barriers, and struck the flaming wyvern that swooped down.

Another stream of flames scattered, and Monsieur Blois's pursuit was stopped.

Although Maca was very concerned about what kind of magic Blois had performed on him when he had forcibly raided him just now, he didn't have time to think about it right now.

Once a close combat begins, it is not easy to stop!

Suddenly emerging from the smoke and dust, Maca swung her staff in her hand again, and a huge black mist skeleton headed straight towards Blois. Even the soul magic that has not been used for a long time has been used, and the depression in Maca's heart can be imagined.

Blois can show no mercy to him, but he can't do that, that's a matter of principle.

However, as if he was destined not to go well this time, when the unprepared Blois suddenly retreated, Maca suddenly frowned.

He gave up the best opportunity to regain the initiative, threw out the magic book, and stepped on it again.

There was no way, when he noticed that the Flame Wyvern was not attacking him, but turned over and pounced on the other side, he immediately noticed that something was wrong-

Hesijia, who was fighting above the cave, was injured and fell!

"Open your eyes!"

Maca shouted, and the staff in her hand suddenly raised, and the pillar of light chased the flame dragon straight away. Almost at the last moment, the pillar of light struck the first moment before the Flame Wyvern pounced on Hesijia.

"Get in!"

Taking advantage of Mr. Blois's retreat to the side to avoid the soul magic, Maca flicked her staff in time to send Hesya into the cavern in the stone wall.

"Come out for me!"

Seeing that Hescar had been thrown into the cave with a thud, Monsieur Blois could no longer remain calm, and roared with rage.

Maca, of course, wouldn't let him make a move on Hesga, and a hurricane fell again, sweeping away the flames that Blois had hastily spurred without a trace.

And in the next moment, Maca rushed towards Blois again.

"Get out!"

Several huge waves suddenly rose from the lava lake, and they threw themselves at Maca. But Maca just replied "Okay", and made a false move, and also rushed towards the cave.

"Stop!"

In the midst of another shout from Mr. Blois, a giant rock hand suddenly reached out from the top of the cavern and slapped it from the top of Maca's head with a furious momentum.

"Boom!"

Leaving a barrier of ice crystals in her way, Maca leaped into the cavern before the giant hand slapped down.

As soon as he entered the cave, he rushed at once. The tunnel wasn't long, and it wasn't long before he found himself in a stone chamber that wasn't too big.

It can be seen that this stone chamber may have been excavated temporarily. Although there is no shortage of tables, chairs and beds, it is decorated like a luxurious bedroom, but it lacks the breath of life.

And here, in addition to Hesijia, who was sent in by Maca first, there is another familiar figure.

"Willy?"

Maca looked at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, and the girl was looking at him quietly.

"Good afternoon, Maca."

The faint and tasteless greeting and the expressionless face made Maca feel a sense of intimacy from the bottom of his heart.

Instead of wearing a school wizard's robe, Willie was wearing a set of pink flannel pajamas, and her sparkling white hair was hanging down from her back and spread out on the bed in a mess.

In her eyes, there was a faint hint of incomprehension.

"Well, yes......" Maca paused for a moment, then nodded, "Good afternoon." ”

Before she could finish speaking, another person rushed into the tunnel behind Maca—it was Mr. Blois, Willy's father.

Maca took two steps to the side, slightly relinquishing a spot.

No matter how you say it, you won't fight in front of your daughter. Not to mention that it will definitely affect Willy, even if it doesn't, as a father, he won't do anything in front of his daughter.

After all, Maca is also Willy's classmate and friend.

"McLean, take that woman out at once, you're not welcome here!" Mr. Blois said with an angry face.

But Maca only shook his head, and he looked at Willy a few more times before turning his head to look at Willy's father.

"Mr. Blois, we're all here, why can't you just explain a few words to me?" Maca asked seriously, "What is Willy doing here?" ”

However, Willy's father looked at him coldly, still not saying anything.

"Well, Willy......" Maka turned to look at the girl beside the bed, "can you tell me why?" ”

Willie looked at him calmly, her breathing was steady and light, but the inexplicable meaning in her eyes deepened bit by bit.

Maka, who has always been good at analyzing other people's behaviors and even reading people's hearts, suddenly woke up to the fact that he had never read her eyes, not even once.