Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Your Majesty is a great king."

"That Babre is a loyal soldier."

On the North Sea to the east of Britain, a troop carrier is slowly sailing towards Norway across the sea.And on the front deck of one of the ships, two soldiers in red royal guard uniforms were looking back at the direction of the harbour going to sea, talking quietly.

Probably because of the strong sea wind, neither of them wore the tall bearskin hats that they wore when standing guard.

"Babray...maybe!" One of the guards stroked the hilt of the sword lightly and shook his head slightly. "Able to stay there when your Majesty orders us to leave her and evacuate,'loyal' The word is already his epitaph. Although... perhaps what he did was not just a reason for'loyalty'..."

In fact, as the guard said, they were ordered by the Queen to "rush" to the North Sea.

They were originally the direct guards of the British royal family. Under the order of Her Majesty the Queen, they are leading the last army guarding the royal family to meet the prince who has taken refuge in Norway.

As for Her Majesty herself... Before they left, the seemingly endless mist had spread to the front of the manor.Until now, that manor might have been swallowed in the fog, and the queen herself must have been...

"Don't think so much," at this time, another guard sighed, "Let's think about what we should do next! You said, we really want to do what His Majesty said. ?"

Before the words fell, the other party nodded immediately.

"Your Majesty takes great care of our family, so I am willing to complete this task for your majesty, for the future of the royal family... Babray can be loyal, of course I can. If you can't do it, just leave it to me !"

Until the early hours of the night, most of the entire British Empire has completely fallen.

...

Just as the troop carrier carrying most of the British Royal Guard and some members of the royal family sailed on the North Sea, in the vestibule of the royal manor in northern England, the queen was standing in the middle of the garden with only a small team of guards. .

And not far in front of the queen, Babel stood alone in the wind, looking at the gray mist outside the courtyard like a towering city wall, approaching little by little.

To be honest, just the majestic momentum that is constantly approaching is enough to scare people.Not to mention, everyone here now knows to some extent what terrible things are waiting for everyone in the mist.

But at this time, he heard the queen behind him suddenly speak:

"Babray... you really don't need to stay here. Although you already have the ability to cast magic, you obviously don't have the power to contend with this huge disaster, do you?"

I have to say that although the queen seems to care about the safety of the royal family at all times, up to now, many decisions have been completely different from her kind appearance, which makes people feel quite ruthless.

But if you peel off the emperor's shell on her body and remove the burden of the royal family on her shoulders, you can find that she has always been just a kind and gentle woman in essence.

While feeling such a sharp contrast in this queen, even the loyal guards gathering around her couldn't help but sigh secretly.

However, Babel, who is facing away from here right now, does not seem to have the time to sigh for the Queen's life.As for what the queen said just now, he didn't answer, but just stood there like a tower, motionless.

Upon seeing the queen,

"Babray, I know, you stayed here for the sake of Mr. McLean? But in that case, you have no reason to stay here. Maybe you don’t know, in the deep forest behind this manor, The wizard school where Mr. McLean studied magic and once worked... Now that you know how to magic, you should be able to find it. I think you should go there and wait for Mr. McLean's return."

Babel’s family had been ordered by the Queen to be taken on a boat to take refuge in Norway, including the families of the guards who stayed here who volunteered to sacrifice for the Queen.Therefore, it stands to reason that Babbray should have no worries for a long time.

However, after the Queen’s persuasion, Babbray, who had never spoken, finally said dullly: "Your Majesty, I am not waiting for Mr. McLean to return... Well, maybe it was before, but not now."

He didn't turn his head when he spoke, so he looked at the approach of the fog wall and spoke quite calmly.

"Your Majesty, do you know? When I gained this power that day, Mr. McLean quietly said to me, he said,'As long as I can master this power, I have the right to think for myself.' . So, these days, I have been trying to'think'..."

"But to be honest, I am a stupid person, let alone come up with any conclusions, I don't even know what I should think about."

"And until just now, when I watched your Majesty you order the guards that I wanted to stay away forcibly, I had the first decision in my life that I made by myself, which may seem strange. Because the answer I thought out was actually the same as my job responsibilities."

Having said that, he suddenly tidied his collar, and then said seriously:

"Your Majesty, I will fulfill my mission as a royal guard and protect your safety with my life. Where are you, where I am until the last moment!"

Before the words fell, the dozen or so members of the guard beside the queen seemed to have aroused their inner determination by his words, and suddenly drew out their swords and shouted:

"Where is the queen, where we are!"

And it was the moment when a group of guards expressed their determination, a large number of living corpses of various shapes finally rushed out of the mist that had already pressed down to the entrance of the vestibule, and they rushed toward them with pressure.

As soon as Babbray saw him, he raised his hands high, and a violent hurricane was pressing forward like a mountain.

It must be said that his hard practice during this period of time has been very effective. According to the training methods left by Maca, he has been continuously honed, which has enabled him to control the airflow steadily to attack.

It's a pity that, in the face of the countless corpses occupying the ground and sky, his strong wind can only slightly disrupt the movement of the front corpses.

In a short while, the entire manor was completely overwhelmed by countless enemies.