Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Norman was already unsure about whether he could leave London alive.

Even as time passed, he got closer and closer to the edge of the mist, and the living corpses around him gradually became fewer and fewer.However, due to the battles he had experienced along the way, the potions used to heal his wounds were completely used up before escaping from the foggy area.

"Cough cough cough..."

As he walked, he coughed again. Norman held the trunk with one hand and covered his mouth with the other hand, still carrying the blood of his body temperature, dripping from his fingers to the ground.

Obviously, the damage to the internal organs has become so serious that it cannot be ignored.

However, he didn't have the potion, and he couldn't heal the curse. He didn't seem to have any other way besides continuing to hold on.

In this way, the previous thought resurfaced in his mind.

"I will also become... ahem, living corpse?"

To be honest, after experiencing so many avoidances, encounters, chases, and battles, he may be the person who knows those living corpses best besides Helbo.

Just like Sirius's observation that the blind corpse cannot see things, it has almost become common sense on his side.

Not only sight, hearing, smell, touch, and other things that a living person should have are also useful to living corpses.If there is any significant difference between a living corpse and a living person, it is probably that the former can "perceive a living thing within a certain range through a special way"?

If Maca was here, he might be able to further confirm that the perception of those living corpses was actually also aimed at the fluctuation of magic power!

Of course, what the living corpses perceive is, which is obviously not important to Norman.

Because he only needs to understand that it's best not to get too close to those guys-even if the other party hasn't discovered his existence yet.

"If you really can't live anymore, then at least blow yourself up before you die...I can't become like them. If Lottie meets them in the future, she will definitely be sad."

Thinking about this, Norman couldn't help but feel sad...I only hope that his daughter can be happy!

After all, she got rid of the abyss of the Witt family and had her own pursuit and a new life. At the very least, she must be happier than him, who always can't let go.

"what--"

Suddenly, Norman, who was thinking about what happened behind him, froze for a moment, then raised his hand to look at the suitcase he had been carrying.

At that moment, he collided with the eyes in the gap on the side of the suitcase.

Because the sound was forbidden by his curse, there was no more sound inside, and coupled with the hard fleeing all the way, it almost made him forget that there were still these two children inside.

And now, at the moment when he met the eyes of his elder nephew, he finally remembered why he escaped here lifelessly.

It's just... what kind of eyes are there!

In the child's eyes, the fear and panic are no longer there, and there is not much pain left. Now there is more, just a smear of ashes that is almost impossible to see in the eyes of a child of this age.

Think about it, if you see your mother and uncle chase yourself like a corpse with your own eyes, the shadow that this can cause to his little mind is definitely huge.

"Ahem... vomit..."

With a crash, it wasn't any dirty vomit that came out of Norman's mouth—he hadn't eaten for a whole day.

What he vomited was a big mouthful of dark red blood, splattering directly all over the floor.

But perhaps it was because the blood in the silt was vomited out once, and he suddenly felt a little better again, at least it seemed that the chest cavity was not as uncomfortable as before.

There was a slight pause before he stood up on the tree trunk and walked forward with vain steps.

The consciousness became a little fuzzy, and everything in front of him seemed to be a little dangling, but it didn't matter.As long as you get to the intersection in front of you, go to the right and you will be in a straight lane leading to the outer suburbs.

Here, there are no more living corpses, maybe he can barely survive it?

"Boom."

There was not much movement, Norman just stumbled and fell to the road with a plop.

"Damn...a disaster."

Since Charlotte was born, he hasn't said any more swearing words, but now he can't help it.Don't say anything, even if he is dead, he doesn't want to become a living corpse. After all, he must still want to live well!

Not long after his daughter graduated, he was still thinking about waiting for her to find the destined person, and then go to the wedding happily!

When he was at home, he had even thought about what gifts to give to his grandson or granddaughter.

But now, is he going to die like this?The daughter had already lost her mother early, and he didn't want her to lose her father again!

While thinking about this, Norman stuck the tip of his wand into his mouth with great difficulty.

"boom!"

I don't know when the sound-eliminating curse attached to the suitcase failed, and the suitcase was pushed inside and made a little noise.

"uncle."

"……Ok?"

Norman, who was already desperately wanting to end his life, suddenly heard the call of his nephew lowered his voice, and finally he barely opened his eyelids and moved his head to look over.

Suddenly, he saw a small hand that was desperately trying to stick out from the gap in the suitcase.

"Uncle, don't die... My brother and I will be good and obedient... Uncle, don't die..."

The big nephew, who was still smart, clearly understood what they were going through along the way, and also understood the desperation Norman was facing at this moment.

"Don't look at it, hide it inside...There are still a lot of delicious things in it. Save a bit of food. It should allow you to wait until you come to rescue your uncles and aunts—"

He said so, but Norman knew very well where anyone would come in in a short time.And even if there is rescue, the possibility of wanting them to notice a suitcase is extremely low.

But fortunately, hiding in the box at least prevents the corpses from noticing these two children.They... at least can live longer than themselves.

"and many more."

At this moment, the thoughts in Norman's head were actually muddy like a paste, but somehow, he seemed to have caught something suddenly.

"Yes, in fact, maybe it's okay... at least it can... do this."

In the next second, Norman, who seemed to have made up his mind, gritted his teeth and forcibly propped up his body like a puddle of mud, and dragged the suitcase to his side.

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