Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When people die, they can only be buried on the spot, which is undoubtedly a very sad thing.But it's even sadder, probably because he had to be buried in a foreign country after he died.

Originally, everyone had planned to send them out of the UK immediately after Safina finished treatment.But now it seems that it may be necessary to wait for a while.

"You only need to send us to the port. We will stay there for a while and wait for Hunter... well, wait for Hunter to bury him well after he leaves, and then go out to sea."

Officer Rowan’s words were also the thoughts of others in their team—everyone knew that dead bodies buried in the soil would not crawl out again. This gave them a good reason for Hunter to be buried in at least Great Britain.

"Okay!" Harry nodded, "At least this Weymouth is somewhat safe...but please remember to keep the ship ready to sail at any time to avoid any accidents. As for Mr. Hunter's funeral, Please forgive us for being absent, we must complete this investigation mission as soon as possible."

"Oh! Of course," Officer Rowan nodded immediately, "May God bless you...Uh, you wizards don't seem to believe in God, so let's take it as my personal wish! Thank you for your help."

Not long after, Harry and the others escorted each other back to the dock where they came.After waiting to help them settle down there again, they embarked on a journey deep into the mist again.

The fog is thick, covering 70% to 80% of people's vision.The back of Harry and the others only stayed in the sight of Officer Rowan and the others for a few seconds, and soon, the group of six people was completely swallowed by the gray mist.

...

The first target location for Harry and the others was Swindon, to the west of London, to the southwest of England—at least according to plan, they had to pass there and then revise the reconnaissance route again.

After leaving Weymouth, facing a rather distant journey, they all had to ride on a flying broomstick to travel on their way.

In fact, the feeling of flying on a broomstick in this mist is not good at all. The fog is so dense that they are like a blind fly, and it is impossible to judge from the surrounding scene whether they are flying or not. straight line.

Fortunately, as long as you don't actively control it, the broom will always fly in a straight line.Even if there will be some deflection errors during long-distance flight, they can still roughly judge when and where they have been.

"I finally understand the state under which the Balicas Bats lost the game," Ron sighed. "Playing Quidditch in dense fog, both sides can only fly. They probably don’t even know what they’re doing! Let me just say it! At that time, the fans were too harsh on them. They were just the team’s name "Bat" and it was not really a bat!"

In this regard, although Ginny and Harry like Quidditch very much, they don’t want to pick him up at all. The Bats are the most famous team in Northern Ireland, and they are both British wizards. Naturally, they have a good impression of them. normal.

But right now, God knows where they are to avoid disaster!It is hard to say whether there will be a chance to play in the game in the future.

"Fly forward for more than ten minutes to get to the next city. Pay attention and concentrate on guarding against your surroundings." Harry reminded, "Although according to what the lady said before, there seems to be a lot in the UK. Survivors, there are even more wizards in there. But whether we will be targeted by Helbo again, but no one can tell."

"Well," Ron also nodded honestly when he talked about the danger, "Let's go down and take a look at the situation in this city!"

"I hope it's still safe here," Hannah, who was flying behind Neville, couldn't help but whisper.

But Harry could only shook his head slightly-in today's Britain, there is no real safety, he only hopes that they can find the location of Maca before encountering fatal danger, which is already very satisfied. .

However, before reaching the city he had mentioned before, they heard a chaotic movement from below.After just a little discrimination, everyone knew that it must have been a fierce battle-and there must be a wizard in it!

"Go down! But don't land."

After that, Harry took the lead in pressing the wooden handle of the broom, and suddenly spinning down directly below him.

After all, in the fog with extremely low visibility, the falling speed naturally can't get up.Even if the sound of the battle can be heard all the time, he still can't be anxious, and can only slowly approach the direction of the sound.

Not long after, they finally heard sporadic voices shouting-one voice was calling for help, another voice was comforting, and the other was crying and trying hard to recite mantras.

"Quick imprisonment...There are many obstacles..."

It can be found that the wizard did not cast any offensive spells at all, and just by listening to it, people can clearly feel his embarrassment.

It seems to be under siege.

"It's here—"

Harry and the others finally saw some treetops. After they had the reference, everyone's speed was much faster.After everyone followed Harry for a short distance, a group of living corpses suddenly appeared within sight.

"We are here to help! Hold on!"

Hearing such a sentence in a desperate situation can reinvigorate the person who is about to give up.Although Harry didn't think so far, he instinctively didn't stingy with his words, and yelled at the periphery.

Then, he led everyone directly through the canopy, which was not too dense, and rushed into the forest.

The fine branches scratched across their faces, hot and painful, except for Safina—the mask on her face finally came in handy for a substantial use.

Of course, Harry wouldn't care about the blood stains on his cheeks.When someone needs help, he can always give full play to his strength, a little bit of pain can inspire him more courage.

At that moment, while riding a broom dexterously around a tree trunk, the Gryffindor sword in his hand was already raised.In the face of low-level living corpses, the sharp blade did not require more power from its owner, and it easily swept past the bodies of several enemies.

For a moment, blood splashed and stained the bushes red, but Harry flew smoothly through the middle and went straight to the three wizards surrounded by these living corpses.

"Is it all right? Squat down quickly and don't run around."

That's how it was said, but they had nowhere to run even if they wanted to run now, and they were surrounded by living corpses.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Safina on the outside yelled at Harry.