Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2232: The King and the Maiden

For many people, the terrifying shadow of this disaster seems to be getting closer. Even if it is a very far-sighted person like Mrs. Maxim, they know that some things are not anxious, but they have always been anxious in their hearts.

Maxim is anxious, Hermione is anxious, the European Ministry of Magic is anxious, and Muggle presidents and prime ministers are also anxious... As time goes by, the world seems to be vaguely trapped in a huge layer. Only a very small number of people who are lucky enough to stand in the light spots can look at the sun while looking slightly less anxious and exhausted.

For example, Miss Luna Lovegood, who was a little more impulsive but still in a clear mood; another example, that Tao stood in silence on the square in front of Buckingham Palace, inexplicably solitary. A tall black figure with a sense of freedom.

Nowadays, all the territory of the United Kingdom is covered by heavy clouds, and the lead-grey clouds can be seen everywhere, faintly exuding a mysterious and heavy atmosphere.

But here-looking up at Buckingham Palace in London, the city of icicles, you can see a blue sky wall.

This is currently one of the "only two" places in the UK where you can see the sky.

At the moment, the black figure is looking through the icicle, tilting his neck, looking at the blue sky that makes him feel a little nostalgic. Even though the sunlight fell on him no longer felt warm, and even felt uncomfortable from the depths of his soul, he still stared greedily at that small patch of sky.

"Master."

Suddenly, a voice came from before him, interrupting the thoughts in the figure's heart. Seeing that he finally bowed his head slightly and glanced at the high-level living corpse who bowed in front of him to show respect, then he nodded slightly.

"Well," although his interest in looking up at the sky was interrupted, he was not angry, but asked calmly and indifferently, "Is there another one ready?"

"Yes, Master." The other party immediately replied.

Before the voice fell, the figure nodded again, then waved his hand to indicate:

"Bring here!"

After that, the tall black figure with imposing imposing manner suddenly turned around and walked towards the gate of Buckingham Palace step by step.

He is not in a hurry, and he also knows that there are certain things that are definitely not in a hurry. But unlike Maxim, he not only understands, but he also seems to know exactly what he should do, what he has to do, and what he has not done yet, so he doesn't hesitate at all.

When he walked into the main hall and walked along the wide aisle in the middle to the throne on the rear steps, he turned around abruptly and leaned back on the handrails as usual lazily and casually.

"Going to work again?"

A gloomy and somewhat old voice sounded from the shadows in the corner of the hall, passing through the silent living corpses who returned to guard the four again, and fell into the ears of the figure on the throne without any hindrance. in.

"Shut up."

The cold and stubborn answer really overwhelmed the owner of that voice in an instant, so that the other party could only stop talking.

After a while, there was another light but careful footsteps outside the door, and while stopping, stood at the door to block some light.

"Master, brought it here."

"Let it come in by itself! You can go back."

"Yes."

Not long after, following the sound of footsteps, a thin figure in ragged clothes walked in startledly from the door.

This is a living corpse, a high-level living corpse, and a high-level living corpse that has just advanced-the clothes it wears are obviously still things from before his death, just because it has been so long His wandering and fighting have long since become dilapidated.

But if you need to distinguish it carefully, you can still see something... Obviously, this newly promoted high-level living corpse should have been an ordinary Muggle girl who was still in school.

Since they died once, they have become living corpses in the mist or under the clouds, the difference between each individual is actually no longer as great as the Muggles and wizards at the beginning. The corpse of a wizard can become a living corpse, and a corpse of a Muggle can also become a living corpse. The dismantling and reconstruction of the remnant soul makes the distinction between talents less obvious and thorough.

Although there is still a gap in the potential of each individual, at least, every relatively intact corpse can almost always become a living corpse, and every ordinary living corpse theoretically has the opportunity to evolve into a high-level Living corpse.

And perhaps because of this, the figure who is sitting lazily on the throne at the moment has been sending out the living corpses under his hands to gather more of their likes over this period of time-even high-level The probability of the birth of the living corpse is not high, but the base is large, and as long as some guidance is taken, there will always be more and more high-level living corpses.

However, for the man on the throne, simply increasing the number of high-level living corpses does not seem to be enough.

"Come, come over and let me see."

Although he knew that this living corpse had just turned on a certain level of intelligence, it was impossible to understand language at all. But he still habitually used his slightly hoarse and thick voice to speak casually, instead of using the mental communication method between the living corpses.

However, although the girl’s living corpse didn't understand it, it saw the powerful man above the throne gently beckoning. After hesitated in a somewhat confused place, it came over tentatively with the still blank eyes.

Before the living corpse generates wisdom, it basically relies on instinct to act. It seems to intuitively feel a sense of intimacy and belonging on the other party~IndoMTL.com~ Passing through the hall in a daze, Walked towards the darkness above the steps.

Soon, the high-level living corpse girl who had just advanced, came to the front of the throne with a strand of dirty hair and a whole body stench.

"Well, it seems to be a little aura, these eyes are very beautiful."

The lord of the living corpses, who always emphasizes the cleanliness and tidiness under his hands, has no aversion to the smell of this body, and naturally lifts the messy hair of the other party to the one that is still dirty. The face...especially the eyes on the face looked over.

It was a pair of dull eyes, similar to most other living corpses. However, even if it is only very accidental, you can still see a hint of agility occasionally.

"It's a pity that the skins of these living corpses are always so bad...Although it is a corpse, it is still too ugly, right?"

While whispering so, this figure stood up suddenly, took the dirty hand of the girl with the living corpse, turned around and took it to the back of the throne.

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