Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2218: The chill is bursting

A popsicle frozen in boiled water will definitely not taste good, not to mention that the big popsicle in front of you was frozen in rain!

However, it seems that the power to freeze this "popsicle" is extraordinary, and the rain that can freeze such a crystal clear "big popsicle" is naturally very strange.

Of course, for Ron at this moment, none of these are actually very important, because he doesn’t even know how this miraculous popsicle was formed, and it’s hard to even imagine it. To.

So he was just astonished, and at the same time he couldn't help groaning softly about the "torture" he had suffered along the way.

The pain that Dead Wind's strange air current can cause to him is much more deadly than piercing his thighs with a dagger in idleness!

"It looks like you can't walk anymore, should I help you again?"

Just as Ron stood up forcibly, but shook his voice again, the dead wind on the side suddenly opened his mouth again. But what he said actually caused more cold sweat on Ron's forehead.

"Don't...Mr. Deadwind, if you come here a few more times, I might really die in your hands." As soon as the voice fell, Ron hurriedly waved his hand, and moved to the icy edge ahead. The ice cave behind him pointed, "Let's go! Go to see your master...I can do it myself."

After that, when he saw that he really stepped away from his trembling legs, he staggered forward.

But before he took a few steps, Ron felt his arms lifted up, and he felt as if he was lighter as a whole after he was caught by the dead wind.

"I only said to help you, but I didn't say that I took you to fly. What are you nervous about?"

Dead Wind curled his lips, and then he directly dragged Ron past his companion Bing Leng, and after walking a few more steps, he said loudly without looking back:

"I'll be back in a while."

"...good."

There was a response from the other party soon behind him, still so stiff, but this time he lost the initial sarcasm and became very serious.

This proves that no matter how much that guy likes to choke others, there is always only one owner, and this will not change.

……

London City has been frozen in ice, only a few areas have been cleared of ice, and it is used by a very small number of people... Oh no, it’s the high-level living corpses and their mysterious master. Internal activities.

There are no ordinary living corpses in the city anymore. Although there were still a lot of them, they are now frozen together in the ice. When Ron was supported by the dead wind somewhat rudely and rubbed the flat ice wall of this ice cave tunnel, just behind the ice wall that had been rubbed off part of the frost, he vaguely saw many living corpses with different poses individual.

"Mr. Dead Wind..."

Even though he was supported, almost half of his weight was borne by the opponent, but Ron still walked out of breath. But even so, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the other side as many thoughts in his mind continued to emerge:

"How can this London city... be frozen like this? How much area is frozen?"

"Who else can it be besides the master?" When Dead Wind heard him ask, he was a little excited and said, "The whole city has been frozen by the master-at that time, a huge demon rushed in. Entering, there was a majestic thunderstorm. That guy was not only huge, but also powerful... Maybe the owner didn’t want it to cause damage in the city, so he froze it by that heavy rain, and then I threw it out of the city all at once..."

When talking about this, Deadwind seemed very pleasant, but in fact, he was not in London at all at the time, but just happened to be sent to another place by his master. He only heard these contents from his fellow clan.

However, the master’s prestige and deeds are even more important to a subordinate like him who respects, admires, and is even fanatical, even more important than his own experience of restraining demons by himself. It is naturally more important. Energetic.

It's a pity that the listener beside him at this time was not a "like-minded" object with him from the beginning. If they have to say anything, the relationship between them is still the enemy.

Ron listened to the content of what the other party had said in his ears, but his heart couldn't help but he was cold, his scalp was also numb--the devil's powerful fighting ability, he now has a lot of it. Very intuitive to understand.

Just like the "huge demon" mentioned by the other party, was it just a riot in the north of the Burrow stronghold not long ago. Blois, Safina, Delphi and Harry joined forces in succession. Was it the big guy who caused the opponent to suffer some injuries, and finally heard that he chose to retreat and ended the war?

You can listen to the description of the guy next to him, that the "master" of the other party actually drove the behemoth away with little effort and effort!

When he thought that he was going to meet next, it was such a "monster", Ron couldn't help but chill.

"...When you get to the palace for a while, you can see the huge gap formed when the master threw the guy out at that time! Although after leaving the city, we don’t know exactly what the master will follow. It has been chasing wherever it goes, but it must have gone through more battles on the road... Oh, the exit is ahead, voila!"

Listening to the dead wind in his ears babbled there~IndoMTL.com~ But there was only a chill in Ron's heart. Now he only hoped that this guy might only exaggerate the facts because of his enthusiasm for his master.

But... the light of this "root" covering the entire city of London, and even the Optimus icicle that plunges into the clouds, has made him unable to disbelieve what this high-level living dead wind says. Up.

Thinking about this, suddenly Ron just felt that his eyes suddenly lit up—the exit had arrived.

"Royal Plaza...White...Kingham Palace?"

Although the entire palace has been enclosed in ice, only an ice cave tunnel similar to the previous one leads directly to the palace's main entrance. But on the square in front of him and the roads just passed, Ron can still accurately judge from his memory based on the approximate position alone. There must be the British Muggle or the British wizard in front of him. It is impossible to make it. Buckingham Palace is wrong.

"Your master...you really know how to choose a place!" Ron sighed and couldn't help saying so.

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