Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1415: The undead

"Um...hiss..."

On the outskirts of east London, in a bush next to the main road, a chilling sound suddenly came out. Then, accompanied by a faint movement, a figure crawled out of the grass, squatting and kneeling.

"This is... why didn't I die?"

That's Ron. That's right, it was Ron who had previously been subjected to a smashing spell by the black wizard and then left in place to die.

I just don’t know why, he actually survived this time after being bombarded by an explosive curse at the church last time!

"Uh...so as if I wish I would die!"

Although his heart is full of confusion, after all, the feeling when he was hit by the Smashing Curse at the time still stays in his mind.

The experience of painful numbness throughout the back and even the abdominal cavity, as well as the large, semi-coagulated blood stains still on the clothes and in the grass, are enough to prove how serious the injury was at that time.

Obviously, just such a large amount of bleeding can completely make him die two times, there is still left!

But... isn't this still dead?

"But"

Ron was still lying weakly on the road, moving his back a little, and he felt a tingling pain. To be honest, the pain was much lighter than before fainting, but this still shows that the injury actually still remains.

In other words, compared with the previous time, the recovery is still recovered, but the healing effect is obviously not as good as the first time in the church before.

"Forget it, anyway... Although I don't know why, can I think now..." Ron felt the little tingling sensation left, and whispered to himself, "I'm even suffering If you suffer a fatal injury, you won’t die?"

But after a little thought, he shook his head quickly.

"Don't think about it so beautiful. It is estimated that there is something abnormal in the recovery ability, and it seems that the healing speed of the wound is slower than the last time... After all, why is this?"

Thinking of this, Ron got up from the ground with some effort, and helped the tree beside him to stand firm. After leaning against the tree trunk for a rest, he felt that his feet seemed to be stronger, he couldn't help but realize that the inexplicable resilience seemed to have not stopped, and the remaining injuries on his back were still being repaired little by little. With.

He leaned against the tree trunk, raised his hand to hold it tightly, and the more tangible sense of strength made him feel relieved.

"Inexplicable!"

While complaining like this, Ron felt a little bit more joy and satisfaction in his heart, even if the resilience might only be temporary.

After all, being caught among the little friends who are gradually getting stronger for so many years, he has imagined more than once that he has made some great progress.

Even in a short period of time, Ron has always longed for himself to become "special." Mediocre and powerless, he has already had enough of the days when he would dodge every crisis and need to be protected all day long!

"Although... the light can be beaten, but you can't get it back, can this be considered ‘stronger’?"

While waiting to regain some strength, he wondered what kind of mentality it should be like to be a "hard-shell turtle". By the way, he touched his body, which seemed to be a little strange, up and down.

Suddenly, his right hand that touched his chest suddenly paused, and then he hurriedly reached for his hand into the collar. When he found that he had only pulled out a silver chain with a small bottle cap from the inside, the scene when he had received the relic from Professor Dumbledore suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Ah! Is that small bottle of ashes...?"

When he thought of this, he hurriedly pulled away the collar that had long been torn by the black wizard's explosive spell, and looked down at his chest. At the place where the vial originally fell, there was a gray mark on the skin that couldn't be wiped off.

Yes, it can’t be wiped off. It’s like a tattoo directly burned on the skin. Although it looks like a gray stain left by not taking a shower all the year round, it’s impossible to imagine. Go to his body's ability to recover that has become quite abnormal.

"Ah...is it related to this? Or it just happened to be broken?"

The pain behind the wait has completely disappeared, and the physical strength has been further restored. Although the current state is far from a complete recovery, he obviously can't wait any longer.

"No time!"

Throwing away all the doubts in the chaos and no reliable answer, Ron finally stopped staying and wasting time, turning around and embarking on the road to the city of London.

The guys who blocked the intersection before are gone, and that means he doesn't have to think about how to pass.

"Maca...Where are you? I have to find you as soon as possible...Ah, I don't know how long I was in a coma just now."

"Well, at least it's still light!"

……

Seriously, the locations of Maca and Helbo are actually easy to find.

Because they are always moving, but no matter where they hit, they will suffer and make a lot of noise.

In this case, it is obviously easy to judge whether it is for those dark wizards who are trying to avoid them, or for Ron who wants to find Maca as soon as possible.

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Not long after, even though he couldn't see too far because of the veil of gray fog, the shocking sound of clashes still led Ron all the way to a certain neighborhood that was already in ruins.

"Boom"

Suddenly, Ron, who had just ran here, felt the ground under his feet tremble suddenly, like a giant stomping nearby.

Stabilize a little bit~IndoMTL.com~ Ron stretched out his hand to support the outer wall of the street shop, looking around for a week.

No one! The sound of the battle continued again and again, and occasionally there would be a scary-looking crack on the street pavement, but he just couldn't see a half-person figure.

"Maca...should be here? Are you fighting Helbo? Invisible?"

Several questions flashed through his mind one by one, Ron opened his mouth, but still didn't dare to speak casually. He wanted to call Maca to see if Maca was hiding nearby; but the thought that his own words might affect Maca's battle, and maybe even cause unnecessary harm to the opponent.

But in the next moment, suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air from the center of the street not far away.

"Ron?"

Maca stopped instantly from the high-speed movement, and turned to look at the familiar figure on the side of the road that shouldn't have appeared here anyway.

"Ron... is it really you?"