Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The weather in this area of ​​London really means turning your face over.

I don't know if I'm making a warning in advance for the mist that is about to cover it. The sky that was still clear gradually dimmed, and after a while, even misty rain was even floating.

The ground under my feet was wet by rain, and gradually became a little muddy.

However, just this change of cloudy and sunny did not affect Harry, who was aroused by the sacrifice of the Aurors just now.

After passing through the battlefield all the way, from the rear straight to the fiercest front line, he held the silver Gryffindor sword without hesitation and rushed into the group of living corpses on the opposite side.

Due to the fact that a large number of wizards tried their best to block the advancement of the living corpses, the density of enemies in the front row was surprisingly high.He didn't even need to specifically control the accuracy of the sword swing, but with a flick of his hand, the sharp blade could pass the bodies of several dead without hindrance.

Suddenly, Harry, who was holding a sharp blade, was like a hungry wolf rushing into the flock. He tore a crack on the front line just by constantly waving his sword, and broke into it rather forcefully.

"Harry? Don't go too far ahead—"

Sirius, who was leading the team to attack the corpses, accidentally caught a glimpse of Harry's back.It's just that the opponent rushed too fast, and he only had time to shout, and saw that the figure had already disappeared into the enemy group and disappeared.

And even Sirius with strong eyesight saw Harry only slightly. At the forefront of this chaotic battlefield, there are obviously very few people who can see Harry appear.

It's just...Of course, even if everyone sees it, it probably won't help.For example, Sirius at this moment, although he was extremely worried about Harry's safety, he had nothing to do.

He is not Harry, and he does not have a melee weapon like the Gryffindor sword!

For modern wizards, abandoning long-distance combat and choosing to get closer to the enemy is equivalent to the cowboy abandoning the revolver and choosing hand-to-hand combat.Not to mention whether the cowboy who did that is an idiot, at least don't regret it when someone else's bullets fly towards your forehead.

Having said that, Harry, who wielded the Gryffindor sword, was really amazing.

Especially when there are no other creatures around except the enemy, you just need to swing the blade to your heart's content, and the living corpses fall down one after another like wheat being harvested in the field.

In just a moment, Harry almost dashed into the midsection of the group of living corpses.

However, even if he acquired extraordinary physical abilities from the Gryffindor sword inexplicably, he was still a human being, and he did not become some strange inhuman species like Helbo.After trying his best to swing the sword and knock down many living corpses, he was splashed with dark red blood, and gradually showed fatigue.

But compared to him, the Gryffindor sword, which is still bright as a mirror, seems to be always "inspiring." This makes people realize that Harry, who is holding a majestic blade, is actually far away. Be recognized by Baojian.

okay!Harry would be aware of this now, probably only Harry himself.

"courage!"

Suddenly, his movements had just slowed down a little bit, he shouted abruptly, and then the speed of swinging the sword increased instead of decreasing.The extremely sharp blade followed his dancing arm, cutting the rain, and swept straight to the chest of the next enemy.

But at that moment, he suddenly stopped.

"Penny...aunt?"

Yes, the Little Huijin District is next to London, and it is only more than ten miles away from central London.When the fog of London happened, the chances of Dursley’s house being there by chance were real.

But over the years, Harry worried almost everyone, but never thought of his uncle and aunt's family.

No way, who made the Dursleys never made a good impression on him?

However, Harry thought he would never care about the wicked relatives who had let him live in the cupboard for ten years.But now when he saw that aunt with the dull eyes and messy hair pointed at him with her teeth and claws, the sharp sword in his hand suddenly stopped in the air involuntarily.

At this moment, Harry felt that he couldn't understand his thoughts for the first time!

That's right, the hatred for Dursley's family and his aunt must be in a corner of his heart.

But whether he hates him to the point of smashing the opponent...

"No, it's wrong... It shouldn't be like this..."

A lot of thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning when he saw the face on the other side clearly.Then, while talking to himself, he took a step back subconsciously.

In fact, Harry may also understand. Let alone what his Uncle Vernon is, at least his aunt Petunia Dursley is kind to him.

Whether it was because of the fear of Dumbledore or the slight grief over his sister's death, at least Harry hadn't been hungry since he was a child.Although he hadn't had his own birthday, Dudley was able to get some cakes or something during various festivals.

As for those things, Uncle Vernon could not take the initiative to give him, in the final analysis, it was Aunt Petunia who reprimanded them for no reason and threw them in front of him.

Ever since he was a child, even if Harry was sluggish, he could somewhat sense that his aunt had some rather complicated and unspeakable feelings for him.

It was a pity that Harry never seemed to know what the other party thought of his nephew.

As Harry took a step back and was slightly stunned, several living corpses stretched out their arms towards him, and climbed onto him while he was not swinging a sword.

Then, one of the living corpses opened his mouth and bit on his arm.

"hiss--"

Under the pain of eating, Harry finally recovered from the confusion of thoughts in that instant.Seeing him in a hurry, according to his instinct, he handed the Gryffindor sword to his left hand, which was not bitten, and then flung his backhand behind him.

"—"

Accompanied by a slight cutting sound, several living corpses crawling on him immediately fell to the ground, but still clinging to his robe.

"Let me go!"

Harry is obviously not a person who can still calm down in the melee, rather, he is the type that is more emotional than the war.

The condition of being entangled by the living corpses and restricting his movements made him immediately irritated. The sword held in his left hand was constantly dancing, and the blood of the living corpses he stabbed and chopped around splashed several feet high. .

Immediately, the chaotic scene immediately became more chaotic several times.

"what!"

In a random chop, Harry suddenly seemed to have seen something bad, and couldn't help whispering among the corpses.

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