Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

If he was not a dumb gun, but a talented "excellent" wizard like Voldemort or even Helbo, perhaps there would be one more trouble in the world that cannot be ignored.

However, whether it is the so-called "good guys" or the so-called "bad guys", those who are truly outstanding enough to affect society are always very few.

Seeing Gunter leaving silently, Maca couldn't help shook his head. He didn't want to comment too much on the awkward personality of the other party. He was just a little emotional. As expected, everyone in this world has it!

After a while, until the other person's figure was no longer visible, Maca took out his staff and gently paused on the ground by his feet.

Soon, I saw the mud under his feet suddenly surging around, causing Maca to slowly sink into the ground.

According to Luna's previous statement, the core of various defense measures in Spiral Town should be directly below this wonderful mercury statue.

...

Sirius suddenly discovered that, for some unknown time, the number of living corpses that had been increasing around London ceased to appear.

In the middle of the night, after several consecutive rounds of inspections, several teams never witnessed any abnormalities.Only those spider friends of Maca are still wandering in groups on the periphery of the mist, dutifully.

At this moment, in the temporary stronghold in the outer suburbs, a small team that had just gone outside and turned around returned again, and the team members came in one by one from outside the door.

"How is it?" Sirius sitting on a broken sofa drank a refreshing cup of tea, turned his head and asked, "Still the same as before. I didn't see anything?"

"Yes," the captain of this team also picked up the cup on the wooden table to pour tea for himself, and casually said, "Nothing. Just now I met with the supporter team in the east, and the scope of their responsibility is the same. Suddenly none of the resurrected dead can be seen!"

After that, he picked up the still steaming teacup, leaned forward to take a sip, and then slumped comfortably on the sofa.

Sirius looked at this typical Englishman who was addicted to tea, but his thoughts had already flown into the misty London city.

He thought that something must have happened inside.Otherwise, the frequency of those living corpses appearing on the edge of the fog is clearly increasing, why are they all suddenly gone now?

"Sirius."

Just as he was thinking about it, the captain of the other team greeted the members of his team and stood up.

"Then we will go around again."

"Ah," Sirius regained his senses, then nodded, "Okay... be careful, don't get too close to the mist! You know, there must be something wrong, be more vigilant!"

"of course."

Watching this team take over the replacement class, they received the broomsticks leaning against the door and filed out.After the door was closed again, Sirius thought for a while, then stood up from the sofa with the tea cup.

"You guys have a good rest, I will go to the roof to blow a hair, and see if anything happens by the way."

"Oh, yes!"

The two teams resting in the living room nodded at him one after another, watching him step on the slightly loose floor and wooden stairs, "crunching" all the way upstairs.

This Muggle house, which they used as a temporary stronghold, apparently hadn't lived in a long time.

Not long afterwards, when Sirius climbed from the attic to the house and stood on the ridge watching the team ride away on the broomstick, his gaze gradually fell into the distant shadow like a mountain.

It is night now, and obviously, this is definitely not a suitable time to look into the distance.

...

Kicking and pedaling, the sounds of unregulated footsteps overlapped randomly in this silent night, and it seemed very messy.

But when those footsteps became more and more with the passage of time, the original chaotic movement gradually merged together, making people unable to hear any special sense of violation.

The number of living corpses gathered in the city center is rapidly increasing.

To be honest, even if Lupin had been trying to count the number of people killed and injured as a result of the attack, due to the rush of time and the inconvenience of statistical methods, there was still a very large error between the statistical results and the actual casualties.

But now, when the living corpses in the whole city are gathered to the city center one after another according to the guidance, the intuitive scene is really shocking.

"So... have so many people died?"

No matter who it is, even if Maca can see this scene, he will definitely make a sigh similar to this in his heart.But for someone, this is quite normal.

Among these living corpses, most are Muggles, and a few are wizards.As for humanoid creatures such as vampires and werewolves, there are probably some mixed in them.

Of course, in the eyes of Haierbo, these living corpses actually only need to be divided into two categories. One of them is ordinary living corpses that can only hit and bite like wild beasts; while the other is able to use magic. The advanced living corpse, nothing more.

If someone looked down over the street at this moment, they would find that at a certain intersection in the middle of the dense corpses, there was a small circular open space where only a black, tall and strong figure stood.

That is Haierbo, who is still battling each other with the will of the devil, and the "culprit" who summoned this huge number of corpses.

No one knows what his intention is to gather so many living corpses in the city center, especially... before he really controls the body completely.

"Soon... Coming soon..."

He stood there, muttering softly by himself, with his eyes half-open and half-closed, as if he was still concentrating and constantly clashing with the demon who had almost abandoned his work.

But after chanting a few words, he suddenly raised his head again, and his eyes, as deep as ink, looked straight at the sky shrouded in gray mist.

At that moment, his gaze seemed to have penetrated the obstruction of the fog, and then pierced through the barriers of the clouds without hesitation, looking at the bright starry sky above the city.

Somewhere far away from the earth, a heavy boulder is flying towards the orbit of the earth at high speed, not far from the day when it is captured by the earth's gravity.

"Time is running out...not much."

Perhaps this is a necessity, Maca and Helbo have been repeating the same sentence recently.

"Time is running out."