Chapter 357 Good Afternoon, Willie

( ) In the underground cave, the fierce battle is still going on.

The continuous battle sounded one after another, one after another; flames mixed with rubble and splashed, making the huge vertical crypt chaotic.

The flame flying dragon was flying tenaciously in the air, and even the beam of light formed by the power of cooling rules could not completely freeze it.

Maca is very clear that the environment here is equivalent to the home field of the flame flying dragon. With the continuous replenishment of the lava lake, it is really not an easy task to solve it.

Of course, with his nimble movement, the flame flying dragon can't do anything to him either.

If this is a normal battle, Maca doesn't need to be too troubled at all. Because in this case, the faster mana consumption will obviously be Mr. Blois.

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

However, he obviously couldn't do that now.

Right now, his enemy is only Mr. Blois. If Voldemort comes after a while, he can only return without success today.

At this moment, it was he who lacked more time than M. Blois.

"Would you like to learn Gryffindor again?" Maca pondered while avoiding the flaming dragon, "Well... Although it's worth trying, I'm just a Hufflepuff!"

Since entering Hogwarts, he has only studied with Gryffindor once, and just that one time left him with a worst memory.

That's right, at the end of the first semester, when he went to stop Voldemort possessing Quirrell.

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

Maca muttered something secretly, but in the next moment, "Swift" was fully activated.

The Assassin's ability is improved by his body, and it is impossible for him to fly faster just by stepping on the magic book. So he stomped in mid-air, and then ran along the stone wall that had been pitted by the fierce battle.

Speaking of which, because he was too busy on weekdays, he hadn't practiced physical skills for a while. Right now, even though he has opened up his ability to the limit, the speed is not as fast as he imagined.

So to speak,

In the eyes of Mr. Blois, Maca at this time is enough to surprise any wizard.

Because Maca was running faster than flying, the flame flying dragon couldn't catch up with him at all.

Blois frowned slightly, the wand in his hand trembled again and again, and a large number of stone cones sprang out from the stone wall. Between the canine teeth, almost every stone cone was aimed at Maca's foothold and pierced out.

"Concentrate!"

Maca's eyes were slightly closed, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

While abandoning visual judgment, sound, temperature, airflow and even magic power have all become one of the elements that constitute his vision.

Running and jumping continuously, after adapting to dodging the stone cone again and again, he gradually regained the original feeling.

The sting of stone chips hitting the face, the vibration of the stone wall under the feet, the rolling heat wave from the lava lake, the warm air whistling in the ear, the lingering sulfur smell in the mouth and nose...

Everything around him stimulated his nerves, making him a little bit closer to the spirit of Gryffindor College.

He could feel that the majestic source of magic power representing Mr. Blois was getting closer and closer to him!

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

Maca grumbled as he took his last step abruptly.

"What the hell am I doing here!"

With this step, he suddenly erupted with the greatest strength, passed the flying flame dragon at an extremely fast speed, and rushed straight towards Bulova.

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

"Humph."

Mr. Blois snorted coldly, pointing forward with the wand in his hand as well, the tip of the wand precisely and quickly aimed at Maca who was rushing forward.

"What magic?"

At the moment when he noticed the sudden tightness around him, Maca, who was extremely sensitive to the flow of magic power, immediately reacted.

He quickly retracted his staff and swung it to the side suddenly. Immediately, a gust of air rose out of thin air, rolled him up extremely violently, and flung him out abruptly.

"Avoided?" Mr. Blois whispered to himself.

He seemed a little surprised, but the wand in his hand didn't stop at all. In the instant of a decisive wave, the flame flying dragon immediately spit out a huge fireball.

Maca reluctantly turned around in the air, horizontally raised his staff to block in front of him, and a layer of shining ice crystal barrier appeared.

"boom!"

The fireball hit the barrier heavily, and a large amount of magma, ice debris and smoke burst out. In the smoke, Maca, who had received a powerful impact, suddenly flew upside down and hit the opposite stone wall.

Mr. Blois mercilessly controlled the flame flying dragon, and continued to rush towards the place where Maca fell, obviously not intending to leave any room for Maca to breathe.

It's complicated to say, but this series of flash-like fights ended in just an instant.

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

In the cloud of dust on the opposite stone wall, a blue-white beam of light broke through the obstruction of the smoke and dust, and precisely hit the rushing flame flying dragon.

Another burst of flames flew, and Mr. Blois's pursuit was blocked.

Although Maca was very concerned about what kind of magic Bulova cast on him when he made a surprise attack just now, he didn't have time to think about it right now.

Once the close combat starts, it is not easy to stop!

Jumping out of the smoke and dust, Maca waved his staff again, and a huge black mist skeleton approached Bulova. 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 could show no mercy to him, but he couldn't do that. This was a matter of principle.

However, it seemed that he was destined to not go well this time. When Bulova, who was caught off guard, suddenly retreated, Maca suddenly frowned.

He gave up the best time to regain the initiative, threw the magic book casually, stepped on it and flew up again.

No way, when he realized that the flame flying dragon didn't attack him, but turned over and rushed to the other side, he immediately realized that something was wrong——

Heska, who was fighting above the cave, was injured and fell down!

"open one's eyes!"

Maca yelled loudly, raised the staff in his hand suddenly, and the beam of light chased the flame flying dragon. The timing was almost close, the beam of light hit Heska the moment before the flame flying dragon pounced on him.

"Go in!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity of Mr. Blois retreating to avoid the soul magic, Maca flicked the staff in time, and sent Heska into the cave on the stone wall.

"Come out!"

Seeing Hessia being thrown into the cave at once, Mr. Blois could no longer keep calm, and roared angrily.

Of course Maca wouldn't let him attack Heska, a hurricane came down again, sweeping away the flame that Bulova hastily urged without a trace.

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

"roll!"

Several huge waves suddenly broke out in the lava lake, and they swung towards Maca head and face. But Maca just responded "Okay", and made a feint, and rushed towards the cave.

"Stop!"

As Mr. Blois yelled again, a giant rock hand suddenly stretched out from the top of the cave, and slapped down on Maca's head with a violent momentum.

"boom!"

Maca left an ice crystal barrier to block it, and jumped into the cave before the giant hand clapped it firmly.

As soon as he entered the cave, he rushed immediately. The tunnel inside was not long, and it didn't take long for him to find that he had stepped into a stone room that wasn't too big.

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

And here, besides Heska who was sent in by Maca first, there was another familiar figure.

"Willy?"

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

"Good afternoon, Maca."

That bland greeting and that expressionless face gave Maca a feeling of intimacy from the bottom of his heart.

Willie in front of her was not wearing the school's wizard robes, but a set of pink flannel pajamas, with crystal white hair hanging down from her back, scattered on the bed.

In her eyes, there was a hint of incomprehension.

"Well, yes..." Maca froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "Good afternoon."

Before the words were finished, another person rushed into the tunnel behind Maca—that was Mr. Blois, Willie's father.

Maca took two steps to the side and made room for a little bit.

No matter how you say it, you won't fight in front of your daughter. Not to mention that it would definitely affect Willie, even if it didn't, as a father, he wouldn't act recklessly in front of his daughter.

After all, Maca is Willie's classmate and friend anyway.

"McLean, take that woman out immediately, you are not welcome here!" Mr. Blois said angrily.

But Maca just shook his head, he glanced at Willie again, and then turned his head to look at Willie's father.

"Mr. Blois, you are already here, why can't you just explain to me?" Maca asked seriously, "What is Willy doing here?"

However, Willie's father looked at him coldly, still saying nothing.

"Then, Willie..." Maca turned to look at the girl next to the bed again, "Can you tell me why?"

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

Maka, who has always been good at analyzing other people's behaviors and even reading people's hearts, suddenly realized at this moment that he had never understood her eyes, not even once.