Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Hmm...hiss..."

On the outskirts of east London, in a bush near the main road, there was a chilling sound.Then, accompanied by a faint movement, a figure crawled out of the grass, kneeling and kneeling.

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

That was 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... it sounds like I really want to die!"

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

The experience that the entire back and even the abdominal cavity were painful and numb, and the large, semi-coagulated blood stains still on the clothes and in the grass were 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 sting.To be honest, the pain is 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 restored, 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 whispered to himself, feeling the only slight tingling sensation left, "I'm even fatally wounded. , Will not die?"

But after a little thought, he still 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 slightly, and the more tangible sense of strength made him feel relieved.

"baffling!"

With such a complaint, 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 have gradually become stronger for so many years, he has imagined more than once that he has made some great progress.

Even in a short time, Ron always yearned for himself to become "special".The 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 can't get it back, can this be regarded as'strengthening'?"

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

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

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

Thinking 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 could not 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 bath all the time, it makes people unable to think of his. The body's ability to recover becomes quite abnormal.

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

After waiting, the pain in the back disappeared completely, and his physical strength was further restored.Although the current state is far from a complete recovery, he obviously can't wait any longer.

"Time is running out!"

After all the doubts in the mess and no reliable answer to his thoughts, Ron finally stopped staying and wasting time, turning around and embarking on the road to the city of London.

The guys who were stuck at 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 slept just now."

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

...

To be honest, the locations of Maca and Helbo are actually easy to find.

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

In this case, it was obviously easy to judge whether it was the dark wizard who tried to avoid it, or the Ron who wanted to find Maca early.

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Before long, even though he couldn't see too far because of the veil of gray fog, the shocking sound of clashes led Ron all the way to a certain neighborhood that had become ruins.

"boom"

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

Stabilizing his figure a little, Ron reached out his hand to support the outer wall of the street shop and looked around for a week.

nobody!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? Is fighting Helbo? Invisible?"

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

But at 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... really you?"