Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the southeastern suburbs of London, groups of living corpses were surging like an ocean.

Commanded by Kingsley and led by numerous elite sorcerers, the purge force struggled to block a huge number of enemies, and the curse fell like rain on the group of living corpses.

At the same time, there were also some of the dead who would cast magic in the group of living corpses, shooting terrifying and deadly spells mercilessly toward the army of Qing and suppression.

An explosion, a burst of smoke, a roar... In the place where the two armies are facing each other, even if the sun is shining right now, it only makes people feel depressed and chaotic like dark clouds covering the sun and thunder and lightning.

People who have never been on the battlefield can't realize the fear that even curling up behind the bunker might be killed by an attack from nowhere.

However, everyone was obviously not overwhelmed by this pressure, and they were still fighting as hard as they could.Casualties are inevitable, but under the orderly plan and Kingsley's accurate and timely command, many players were rushed back to the back of the battlefield for treatment after being injured.

Of course, this is a battlefield after all, and no matter how good a commander is, it is impossible to avoid sacrifices.

Some were hit by the killing curse and died on the spot, some died from their injuries during temporary transportation, and even some were accidentally hit by the enemy's curse to rescue the wounded and died.

War is always cruel, whether it is a wizard war or a Muggle war.

"Attention! The team on the west side doesn't have enough firepower. Let Digo and the others increase their attack frequency! If this continues, the group of living corpses will be heading towards Surrey!"

Kingsley, who was sitting in the center of the town, immediately issued the latest order after listening to the report from the air team.At the same time, another spy who came from the east side of the battlefield suddenly said:

"Miss Tonks's team can't stand the pressure from the group of living corpses--"

When Kingsley heard this, he immediately said:

"Let Aberforth reinforce!"

"Sir, the main team responsible for resisting the march of the living corpses is still retreating, and the pressure is too great..."

"Let the reserve team also join the positive clearance!"

"Mr. Kingsley—"

Temporary reports came one after another, informing Kingsley of the situation in various areas of the battlefield in a disorderly manner, and then he would make judgments as quickly as possible.

The great sense of responsibility made the forehead of someone as calm and calm as Kingsley seep sweat, but he couldn't relax even for a moment.

Because, even if one of the messages is late, the price to be paid may be more casualties.

And just as chaos and order coexist in the battlefield, and the brilliance of various spells flickered, behind the group of living corpses, there was a large gray mist floating from London.

The weird fog that has always enveloped the city of London has actually begun to move!

Kingsley watched the mist in the distance approaching the battlefield little by little, frowning and tightening, and even the sweat bead falling from his forehead forgotten to wipe.

"... Will it be Helbo?"

There are other possibilities, but what Kingsley thought of for the first time was Helbo himself.

Their team of wizards who cleansed the living corpses originally took the initiative to attack Haierbo at any time.Once they discovered that Haierbo had joined the battlefield together, they had no chance of winning at all and they had no choice but to "retire".

"Tell them to the various teams, and as soon as they find Haierbo, they will quickly withdraw from the battlefield! Don't hesitate!"

After asking people to go around the battlefield to deliver instructions, Kingsley himself beckoned to the Aurors who were responsible for protecting him with a little hesitation.

"Listen clearly, the next thing is just my request, you don't have to agree to it! And my request is...I need someone to bypass the battlefield and go to the back of the army of living corpses to confirm the reason for the movement of the fog. This task It's very dangerous, because it is very possible to meet Helbo himself... you think about it!"

However, just after Kingsley said this, he heard a familiar voice suddenly coming from behind him.

"I go!"

"Mr. Potter?"

Kingsley turned his head abruptly, and suddenly saw Harry holding the Gryffindor sword and stopped.

"Let me go!"

Looking at Kingsley who was taken aback for a while, Harry immediately repeated the words again.But at the next moment, when Kingsley seemed to think of something, he shook his head decisively.

"I don't know how you left Spiral Town, why Lupin didn't stop you...Of course, this is obviously not important anymore. However, this mission of exploring the fog is definitely impossible to hand over to you."

"Why?" Harry couldn't help shouting when he heard the words, "When he was in town, Lupin didn't let me out; and now, you don't let me fight... Kingsley, I have enough strength. , Let me watch so many relatives and friends injured or even died...I..."

"Potter," Kingsley interrupted without waiting for him to finish, "When did I say not to let you fight? I just feel that with your current strength, the place to go should never be the fog. Inside, it's the front line to clear the group of living corpses."

"Forefront? Good—"

Harry was surprised when he heard that Kingsley didn't mean to stop him.But soon, when he saw the Aurors who were protecting Kingsley, he couldn't help swallowing the "good" sentence back into his stomach.

"but……"

"Mr. Potter!" One of the Aurors looked at Harry, who was worried, and couldn't help but shook his head slightly. "Minister Shaker is right...With your strength, the most effective one must be the fighting. Forefront! As for the tasks that "anyone can die," let us do it!"

"Mr……"

"Potter, go!" Kingsley suddenly reached out and pointed to the battlefield in front of him, "While the mist has not yet drifted into the battlefield, go and reduce the number of enemies as much as possible... Of course, pay attention to your own safety. You are us. One of the most precious combat power!"

This is war.

Harry gritted his teeth, and after saluting the Aurors, he rushed into the battlefield without looking back, holding the sword.

Kingsley and several Aurors watched his surprisingly vigorous figure sink into the crowd, paused for a while, and then forgot to go towards London again.

"Minister, we will be divided into two teams, one team will enter the mist and the other will follow the mist on the periphery. If the first team does not come out and meet within the set time after entering, we will send someone back to report."

"Well," Kingsley turned his head, and leaned toward them slightly like Harry did just now, "I'm sorry, then I beg you!"

"Don't say that, for the safety of the entire Qing and suppression troops, we can't do anything with these fortunes!"

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