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Looking at the two companions beside him, one was more jealous than the other, and Harry, who was still rational, wanted to try to persuade them to retreat as planned. After all, this was just a game, and completing the task assigned by Professor Graves was the most important thing.

But he also knew in his heart that no matter how much he tried to persuade his friends around him, it would be of no avail.

Now his only choice is to defeat the black civet cat with his companions.

the reason is simple.

He wants to advance and retreat together with the friends he recognizes!

"Hermione, we are too far away from the black cat, and the black cat is too flexible. So we need your magic to block its movement route to the smallest range!"

"Ron, your skills are very important. When the cat enters your charging range, you directly start charging to knock it out, and then wait for the stun to end and start taunting!"

"understand!"

"Ok!"

Now that he had decided to fight the black cat to the death, Harry once again integrated himself into the characters of the game and began to develop tactics with the best chance of success based on each person's skills.

The three lean on each other again, a holy trinity.

While working together to resist the attack of the civet cat, they slowly moved in the direction of the black civet cat.

The location they are currently in is a corner of the lava tunnel in the secret cave. Two lava tunnels intersect in a figure-eight shape, and the intersection extends outward for several meters, forming a dead end.From producer Rick's perspective, the entire corner plus the lava tunnel forms a herringbone shape.

The three Harrys are now charged in the middle of one side of this "herringbone", while the black civet is located at the apex of the "herringbone", in the dead end.

In order to prevent the black civet from realizing that their target is themselves, they run away from the other side.

The three Harrys began to attack the cats blocking their way to another lava tunnel, and then passively resisted the harassment of the cats between them and the black civets.

This creates the illusion that they just want to go through this corner!

Enchanting black civet.

The plan is good, but the reality is cruel.

The difficulty level of moving forward with purpose now increases exponentially compared to resisting in place just now.

It didn't take long for several people to stop.

"Harry, Ron. My magic bar is about to bottom out. If we continue to move forward in this conservative posture, we may fall to the ground from exhaustion before we even reach it."

Hermione tapped the cat civet jumping in front of her with her wand. She didn't dare to cast another spell now, otherwise when they moved to an area where they could attack the black civet, there would be no magic power to support her casting magic.

She was originally a mage, but now she had to use her wand to physically attack the cat. Imagine how bad her situation was now.

After hearing Hermione's words, Harry and Ron also turned to look at each other. Although they had no magic skills, they kept wielding wooden swords and shields. More than half of their physical strength bars were depleted, and a strong sense of exhaustion poured into their hearts. .But neither of them spoke.

"What should we do? Hermione!"

Ron spoke, his tone a little irritable, and the swing of the wooden sword in his hand became wider and wider, with the intention of venting the anger in his heart.

"Harry, Ron. My blood volume can still support me to withstand ten attacks from these cats, but you should be able to resist more than me. So we have to be bolder. Just give up defense and charge forward together. When I reach the corner of the corridor, I will use all my magic power to cast magic to seal the black cat's movement space. When the time comes, Ron, you can just rush up and kill it!"

Hermione was a little breathless, but she still expressed her thoughts clearly.She was now pale, the sweat on her forehead had flowed to her cheeks, and her arms were covered with cat nives' claw marks.

His face was haggard and scarred.But she still stands there like a goddess of war.

"Okay! Ron, your defense is higher than mine! You open the way in front. Hermione protects herself in the middle and tries not to get entangled by the cats. And I'm responsible for breaking up the rear!"

Seeing more and more cats running towards them from behind, Harry decided to give it a try. After wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, he secretly sighed that this game was too real.

"action!"

The three of them didn't show any signs of ink. When Harry gave the order, they rushed towards another corridor.

Ron took the lead and knocked away all the oncoming cats. The frequent collisions made him unable to resist.But when he thought of all the unhappy experiences, he squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward with all his strength.

Hermione and Harry, who followed closely behind, also tried their best to split or push away the cats that affected their forward speed with the weapons in their hands, instead of fighting with them.

Ten seconds later, there were more or less claw marks on the bodies of the three Harrys, but instead of stopping, they quickened their pace.Because at this time, they were less than five meters away from the intersection of the "herringbone".

Hermione drifted toward the black civet cat out of the corner of her eye and found its child squatting quietly on the protrusion of the rock wall. She was thankful that the black cat had not noticed their "decapitation" plan yet.

But just as they were approaching the corner, the black civet stood up, raised its tail high, and meowed at Harry and the other three.

After hearing the cry of the black civet cat, Harry and the others secretly screamed that something was wrong.

They knew that this was the black civet giving another order to the cat. Because no one understood cat language, the three of them didn't know what the black civet was going to do.

But they were sure that the black civet cat was not ordering the cat to let the three of them go.

As if to test their judgment, the dozen or so civet cats stationed around the black civet gave up their vigilance and pounced on Harry and the others after hearing its cry.

Hermione was not surprised but overjoyed when she saw a dozen cats attacking from the front right. These cats came to prevent them from breaking through the encirclement and escaping through another corridor.Such behavior just shows that the black civet cat has been deceived by them.

Suddenly, a catnive jumped out of Hermione's blind spot and bit Hermione's arm. Its sharp teeth instantly pierced the skin, and blood filled the catnive's mouth.

"Ah!" Hermione yelled in pain, subconsciously waving her arms vigorously in an attempt to throw away the catnives hanging on her arms, but the effect was not very good, the catnives refused to let go, which caused Hermione's wound to tear. The cracks became more severe.

"Hermione, don't move your arms!"

Harry managed to pull off the nugget that jumped on his head, but when he saw the one biting Hermione, he yelled, strode forward and slashed at the beast that wouldn't let go.

The wooden sword wasn't as sharp as the iron sword, but Harry was strong enough to knock the beast unconscious.

Seeing that Neko relented, Hermione ignored the wound and continued running forward.She gritted her teeth and looked at the black civet cat, the "king" of all the cats here, with anger in her eyes.

"Ron, how many meters are there left to charge??"

"Two meters and five meters, two meters!..."

Hearing Ron's answer, Hermione made a decision. She endured the pain, raised her injured left arm with all her strength, and pointed the wand in her hand at the "culprit".