Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1432: Struggle in the mud

Norman is already unsure about whether he can leave London alive.

Even if he gets closer and closer to the edge of the fog as time goes by, the living corpses around him gradually become less and less. However, due to the battles he had experienced along the way, the potions used to heal his wounds were completely used up before escaping from the foggy area.

"Cough cough cough..."

As he walked, he coughed again. Norman held the trunk with one hand and covered his mouth with the other hand, still dripping blood from his fingers to the ground with his body temperature.

Obviously, the damage to the internal organs has become so serious that it cannot be ignored.

However, he didn't have the potion, and he couldn't heal the curse. There seemed to be no other way besides continuing to hold on.

So, the previous thought came to him again.

"I will also become... ahem, a living corpse?"

To be honest, after experiencing so many avoidances, encounters, chases, and battles, he may be the person who knows the living corpses best besides Helbo.

Just like Sirius's observation that the blind corpse can't see things, it has almost become common sense on his side.

Not only sight, hearing, smell, touch, and other things that a living person should have are also useful to living corpses. If there is any significant difference between a living corpse and a living person, it is probably that the former can "perceive a living thing within a certain range through a special method", right?

If Maca is here, he may be able to confirm further that the perception of those living corpses is actually also directed at the fluctuation of magic power!

Of course, what the living corpses perceive is not important to Norman obviously.

Because he only needs to understand that it is better not to get too close to those guys-even if the other party hasn't noticed his existence yet.

"If you really can't live anymore, then at least blow yourself up before you die...I can't become like them. If Lottie meets them in the future, she will definitely be sad."

Thinking about this, Norman can't help but feel sad...I only hope that his daughter can be happy!

After all, she got rid of the abyss of the Werther family, with her own pursuit and a new life, at least she must be happier than him, a person who always can't let go.

"Ah--"

Suddenly, Norman, who was thinking about what was going on behind him, froze for a moment, then raised his hand to look at the suitcase he had been carrying.

At that moment, he collided with the eyes in the gap on the side of the suitcase.

Because the sound was forbidden by his curse, there was no more sound inside, and coupled with the hard fleeing all the way, it almost made him forget that there were still these two children inside.

And now, at the moment he met the eyes of his elder nephew, he finally remembered why he had escaped here lifelessly.

It's just... what kind of eyes are there!

In the eyes of the child, the fear and panic are no longer there, and there is not much pain left. Now there is more, just a touch of ashes that is almost impossible to see in the eyes of children of this age.

Think about it. If you see your mother and uncle chase yourself like a corpse, the shadow that this can cause to his little mind is definitely huge.

"Cough cough... vomit..."

With a crash, it's not dirty vomit that gushes out of Norman's mouth—he hasn't eaten for a whole day.

What he vomited out was a big mouthful of dark red blood, spitting it all over the floor.

But maybe the blood in the silt was vomited out at once, and he suddenly felt a little better again, at least the chest cavity didn't seem as uncomfortable as before.

He paused for a moment, then he propped up on the tree trunk, and walked on vainly.

The consciousness has become a little fuzzy, and everything in front of me seems to be a little dangling, but it doesn't matter. As long as you get to the intersection in front of you, go right and you will be in a straight lane leading to the outer suburbs.

Here, there are no more living corpses. Maybe he can barely make it through?

"Boom."

There was not much movement, Norman just stumbled on his feet, thumped and fell to the road.

"Damn...death...catastrophe."

Since Charlotte was born, he hasn't said any swearing words, but now he can't help it. Don't say anything, even if he is dead, he doesn't want to become a living corpse. After all, he must still want to live well!

Not long after his daughter graduated, he was still thinking about waiting for her to find the destined person, and then go to the wedding happily!

When he was at home, he even thought about what gifts to give to his grandson or granddaughter.

But now, is he going to die like this? The daughter had already lost her mother early, and he didn't want her to lose her father again at all!

Thinking about this, Norman stuck the tip of his wand into his mouth with great difficulty.

"Boom!"

I don't know when the muffling charm attached to the suitcase failed, and the suitcase was pushed inside, making a little noise.

"Uncle."

"...Huh?"

Norman, who was already desperately trying to take his own life, suddenly heard the call from his nephew in a lowered voice. Finally, he barely opened his eyelids and moved his head to look over.

Suddenly, he saw a small hand that was desperately trying to stick out from the gap in the suitcase.

"Uncle, don't die... My brother and I will be good and obedient... Uncle, don't die..."

The big nephew who was already smart, apparently understood what they were experiencing along the way, and also understood the desperation Norman was facing at this moment~IndoMTL.com~Don’t look at it, here It’s hidden inside...There are still a lot of delicious foods inside, so save some food. It should allow you to wait until you come to rescue your uncles and aunts—"

I said so, but Norman knew very well where anyone would come in in a short time. And even if there is rescue, the possibility of wanting them to notice a suitcase is extremely low.

But fortunately, hiding in the box at least prevents the corpses from noticing the two children. They... at least can live longer than themselves.

"Wait."

At this moment, the thoughts in Norman's head were actually muddy like a mass of paste, but somehow, he seemed to have caught something suddenly.

"Yes, in fact, maybe it's okay... at least it can... do it this way."

The next second, Norman, who seemed to have made up his mind, gritted his teeth and forcibly propped up his body like a puddle of mud, and dragged the suitcase to his side.

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