Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1499: Unexpected faces

The weather in this area of ​​London really means turning your face over.

I don’t know if I’m making an advance notice for the fog that is about to shroud. The sky that was still clear has gradually dimmed, and after a while, even misty rain has floated.

The ground under my feet was wet with rain, and it gradually became a little muddy.

However, this change of overcast and sunny did not affect Harry, who was aroused by the sacrifice of the Aurors just now.

After passing through the battlefield all the way, from the rear straight to the front line of the fiercest fighting, he held the silver Gryffindor sword without hesitation and rushed into the group of living corpses on the opposite side.

Due to the fact that a large number of wizards tried their best to block the advancement of the living corpses, the density of the enemies at the front was surprisingly high. He didn't even need to specifically control the accuracy of the sword swing, but with a flick of his hand, the sharp blade could pass the bodies of several dead people without hindrance.

Suddenly, Harry, holding a sharp blade, was like a hungry wolf rushing into the flock. Just by constantly waving the sword, he tore a crack on the front line and broke into it rather forcefully.

"Harry? Don't go too far—"

Sirius, who was leading the team to continuously attack the corpses, accidentally caught a glimpse of Harry's back. It's just that the opponent rushed too fast, and he only had time to shout, and saw that the figure had already disappeared into the enemy group and disappeared.

Even Sirius with strong eyesight saw Harry only slightly. At the forefront of this chaotic battlefield, there were obviously very few people who saw Harry appear.

It's just...Of course, even if everyone sees it, it probably won't help. For example, Sirius at this moment, although he was extremely worried about Harry's safety, he had nothing to do.

He is not Harry, and he does not have a melee weapon like the Gryffindor Sword!

For modern wizards, abandoning long-distance combat and choosing to close the distance with the enemy is equivalent to the cowboy abandoning the revolver and choosing hand-to-hand combat. Not to mention whether the cowboy who did that is an idiot, at least don't regret it when someone else's bullets fly towards your forehead.

By the way, Harry, who wielded the Gryffindor sword, was really amazing.

Especially when there are no other creatures around except the enemy, you just need to swing the blade to your heart's content, and the living corpses will fall down one after another like wheat being harvested in the field.

In just a moment, Harry almost dashed into the midriff of the group of living corpses.

However, even if he acquired extraordinary physical abilities from the Gryffindor Sword inexplicably, he was still a human being, and he did not become some strange inhuman species like Helbo. After trying his best to swing the sword and knock down many living corpses, he was splashed with dark red blood, and he gradually showed fatigue.

Compared with him, the Gryffindor sword, which is still bright as a mirror, seems to be always "inspiring." This will make people realize that Harry, who is holding a majestic blade, is actually It is far from being recognized by Baojian.

Well, all right! Harry would be aware of this right now, probably only Harry himself.

"Courage!"

Suddenly, he screamed loudly when his movements had just slowed down a bit, and then the speed of swinging the sword increased instead of decreasing. The extremely sharp blade followed his dancing arm, cutting the rain, and swept straight to the next enemy's chest.

But at that moment, he suddenly stopped.

"Penny...aunt?"

Yes, the Little Huijin District is next to London, and it's only more than ten miles away from central London. When the fog of London happened, the chances that Dursley's house would be there by chance were real.

But over the years, Harry has worried almost everyone, but he has never thought of the situation of his uncle and aunt's family.

No way, who made the Dursleys never make a good impression on him?

However, Harry thought he would never care about the wicked family of relatives who let him live in the cupboard for ten years. But now when he saw that aunt with the dull eyes and messy hair pointed at him with teeth and claws, the sharp sword in his hand suddenly stopped in the air involuntarily.

At this moment, for the first time, Harry felt a little bit confused about what he was thinking!

Yes, that hatred for Dursley's family and my aunt must be in a corner of my heart.

Can you say whether he hates him so much that he wants to strike at the opponent...

"No, it's not right... It shouldn't be like this..."

A lot of thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning while he saw the face on the other side clearly. Then, while talking to himself, he took a step back subconsciously.

Actually, Harry may also understand. Let alone what his Uncle Vernon is, at least his aunt Petunia Dursley is kind to him.

Whether it was because of the fear of Dumbledore or the slight grief over his sister's death, at least Harry hadn't been hungry since he was a child. Although he hadn't celebrated his own birthday, Dudley was able to get some cakes or something during various festivals.

As for those things, it is naturally impossible for Uncle Vernon to take the initiative to give him. In the final analysis, it was Aunt Petunia who was reprimanding for no reason and threw it in front of him.

From childhood to adulthood, even if Harry was dull, he could somewhat sense that his aunt had some rather complicated and unspeakable feelings for him.

Unfortunately, Harry never seemed to know what the other party thought of his nephew.

Just as Harry took a step back and was slightly stunned, several living corpses stretched out their arms towards him and climbed onto him while he was not swinging a sword.

After that, one of the living corpses opened his mouth and bit on his arm.

"Hiss——"

Harry was in pain, and finally recovered from the chaotic thoughts of that moment. Seeing that he was in a hurry, according to his instinct, he handed the Gryffindor sword to the left hand that was not bitten ~ IndoMTL.com~ and then backhanded it back.

"哧——"

With a slight cutting sound, several living corpses crawling on him immediately fell to the ground, but still clinging to his robe.

"Let me go!"

Harry is obviously not a person who can still calm down in the melee. Rather, he is the type that is more emotional than the war.

The condition of being entangled by the living corpses and restricting his movements made him immediately irritable. The sword held in his left hand was constantly dancing, and the blood of the living corpses he stabbed and chopped around was splashed. Several feet high.

Immediately, the already chaotic scene became more chaotic several times.

"Ah!"

In a random chop, Harry suddenly seemed to have seen something bad, and couldn't help but whisper among the corpses.

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