Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"what sound?"

"It's the Muggle gunshots! Go, go out and see—"

Although the sound only rang once, Harry recognized the special sound all at once.And listening to the movement, it seems to be very close to here.

Seeing him beckoning, he rushed outside the mall first.

"It's probably here."

As soon as he left the house, Harry led everyone and turned and ran to the left.

The thick fog made them unable to run too fast, because they had to be alert to obstacles that might appear in front of them at any time while running.After all, it would be too stupid to run and bump into a tree.

After they got together and ran a few steps along the sidewalk outside, Harry paused for a while, then turned his head and turned into the alley next to the mall.

And at this moment...

"boom!"

There was another shot, and the distance got closer—Harry bet that the man who fired the shot was deep in the alley ahead.Only because of this ubiquitous fog, they couldn't see where each other was.

"They all lower themselves, and then I have to walk lightly."

Harry gestured to the people who followed him as agreed, then arched his waist and began to move cautiously on the wall.

"Who is there!"

However, it is clear that the other party is neither deaf nor stupid.It is too quiet here, even though they are now paying attention to the sound of footsteps, the movement of the running just now is still heard by the other party.

Harry and the others couldn't help stopping when they heard the words and looked at each other before Ginny spoke:

"Don't worry, we didn't mean anything, we just came over after hearing the gunshots just now... Are you okay? What are you fighting with?"

The voice fell slightly, but the other party did not give any answer, which caused Ginny to call the other party several times after a short pause.

And soon, they knew why that person stopped talking.

"move back--"

Harry stretched his arms and stopped everyone behind him. At this moment, everyone noticed that several lifeless figures suddenly appeared in the fog in front of him.Looking at the swaying appearance of those personal shadows dragging their steps, everyone knows that these are definitely not the people who just spoke.

"It's a living corpse!"

It seemed that the other party wanted Harry and the others to take these living corpses away from him.And it is obvious that the other party's strategy of making trouble for the east is very successful.

"Be careful."

Harry held the Gryffindor sword in his hand and hesitated, but did not immediately use the sword's power.He just stood in place, staring at those figures as they got closer and closer, and his figure gradually became clearer.

It can be seen that the living corpses are all ragged, and one of the cheeks still has a small hole, and dark blood is slowly dripping out of it.

Needless to say, it must be a bullet hole.

Harry didn't dare to take it lightly. After carefully observing for a while, he dared to decide that these should be very low-level living corpses-this is not because he was not careful, if he made a wrong judgment, it might be lost. Life!

After truly discerning the evolution of these living corpses, Harry stepped forward step by step and directly raised the sharp sword in his hand.

Although the living corpses suddenly rushed over after getting close to a certain distance, they were not Harry's opponents at all.

Accompanied by a few soft "swishes", he could easily chop down the living corpses to the ground one by one with the sharpness of the Gryffindor sword, and the whole process did not even exceed a minute.

However, after Harry wiped out these living corpses casually, he backed back with a frown, as if something had caused his doubts.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Ginny asked quietly next to him.

"It's okay," Harry shook his head, "I just feel that the fighting ability of these living corpses seems...too low?"

"Well?"

When Ron heard this, he couldn't help but leaned forward and said:

"What do you mean? And isn't it a good thing that those guys are weak? Why are they so sad?"

"Well, it's probably a good thing!" Harry said, "It's just that the fog is much thicker than before, but these living corpses are weaker than those before... Forget it, don't think about it."

He put his doubts aside for the time being, then raised his voice again:

"We have eliminated the enemy, and you can come over—of course, we don’t need to hold on to the matter you deliberately used us as bait just now, but please don’t shoot us. Believe me, your bullet is useless to us. of."

That said, but Harry was actually quite afraid of Muggle guns, especially when his vision was limited.

But at this moment, the other party finally spoke again.

"Sorry, I was forced to do it just now. I won't ask you to forgive me, but... please answer one of my questions first. Are you'witches'?

"Oh?"

When Harry heard him ask this, he suddenly secretly said-surely the other party must be a Muggle.

"Yes," he thought for a while, and said calmly, "We are wizards and are here to investigate the situation in the mist. Can you tell us what happened? The only survivor here is you. One?"

When the other party heard this, he seemed to finally relax slightly, and Harry soon heard the other party sigh:

"You are late, too late."

As soon as he heard this sentence, Harry saw another figure slowly coming out of the fog in front of him-it was a middle-aged man wearing a police uniform and still holding a pistol in his hand.

When he saw Harry and all six of them were young faces, he couldn't help being surprised.

"You really are... well! I know, I shouldn't use ordinary people's common sense to judge your wizard's situation."

While talking, the police officer inserted the pistol back into the holster, and then continued:

"Everyone, I think you should have a lot of questions to ask, just like I also have a lot of questions to ask you. But before that, we have to leave here first-don’t look at it’s very quiet here, in fact, there are still Many scattered corpses are wandering quietly."

"Is it just like the one just now?" Harry asked, "Or is there something more powerful?"

"I'm not very clear, after all, they all look the same to me-only when the bullet hits the head will they fall down, and then they will get up again after a while, and they won't kill you!" he said, "but Someone told me that there are also differences between them, the closer to London the stronger..."

"'Someone'? Who is that?" Harry couldn't help asking again.

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