Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Ron feels bad now.

It wasn't because of the bumps of being carried by the collar and hurriedly rushing along the way-it was also terrible, but even if it seemed that he was about to fall apart, he would endure it with his self-healing ability and take a break.

The problem was actually that he was carried by the two high-level living corpses and merged with the "swallowing" in the dead wind.

It must be said that he actually pretended to be the person in charge of the stronghold before, and planned to replace Hermione to meet the owner of this group of living corpses. He did not expect that he would have a particularly memorable, even one. Terrible experience of going to nowhere.

However, when he was really forced into a group of living corpses so quickly, he realized that the feelings of imagination and reality are often very different.

"It's... terrible... it smells." Ron walked surrounded by the living corpses, and couldn't help muttering in a voice that only he could hear. "Harry was in this environment with the living corpses. Are you fighting? It's not easy."

But I never thought that his words were exactly heard by the high-level living corpse Death Wind who was walking not far away.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to care very much about his vilification of these lower-level living corpses in front of him.

"Yes, this is also a gap in'wisdom'." I heard the dead wind leaning a little bit over here, walking side by side with Ron, "The master once said,'Dirty is not necessarily the same. It’s a bad thing, because living corpses are different from humans. They don’t get sick or even die because of their dirty bodies. Fundamentally, they don’t have to be tidy. However, learn to manage your own image so that you can match the rules of the world. The state of being intelligent creatures knows, understands, perceives and... "Uh, what is it with?"

"...And one of the most basic abilities needed to judge the world."

In the end, the dead wind failed to recite this sentence, but was picked up by a female voice behind him extremely smoothly.However, Ron didn't need to look back, because there was only one woman who could talk.

Oh, if the older sister of the "Swallowing" twins can be called "female".

"Death Wind, even if the master gave you the second task, you don’t have to say so much to a human being? Don’t you know? Human beings are very cunning, and their language will We have an adverse effect!"

From these words, it can be heard that it does not have the slightest affection for humans... Well, it seems that this cannot be said, after all, no living corpse will have any affection for humans. This is in the body of Death Wind. In fact, the same is true.

Therefore, it may be more serious-the sister of the twins seems to have absolute vigilance and disgust towards humans.

It's the dead wind, although it doesn't have a good impression on humans, but it seems somewhat indifferent.

"Swallow, I don't think you need to be like this. All the way up to now, the atmosphere has always been tense." It glanced at Ron beside him, then curled his lips and said, "It's just a human being. That's it, it's still such a weak human being, even if he has wisdom, I can't be smart enough to look at it-a person with great wisdom should not be as powerful as his master!"

Although the long-haired girl seemed to have some opinions on the dead wind, she still seemed to agree with the latter's words, so she didn't refute it any more.

Of course, it could also be that she didn't want Ron to hear more of her words anymore.

As for Ron, who was walking by the dead wind... To be honest, he was really a little restless in his heart while listening to the conversation between the two parties.

Perhaps, this dead wind's contempt for himself would be a point he could use, wouldn't it?

It's a pity that if she is as clever as Hermione, she might really be able to think about it at this time.But what if he was Ron Weasley...Even if he did improve a lot over the years, he still couldn't do this kind of thing after all.

"I'm just a useless idiot," Ron rolled his eyes secretly, looked at the dead wind beside him, and said in his heart, "What kind of wisdom, my IQ is probably about the same as this guy."

Such self-defeating words will only be interesting when they are talked about in front of close friends, but if you want to laugh at yourself like this now, you will only get more distress and helplessness.

By the way, even though the older sister in the pair of twins at the back is a woman, looking at her fluttering hair, she might be really beautiful during her lifetime.

However, no matter how beautiful she was in the past, she has already become a living corpse now—that look, it looks good from a distance, but now she is so close, at least Ron has never looked back and looked at it.

"Ugh--"

Not knowing whether it was pity or something else, Ron thought about it, and couldn't help but sighed.

"What are you doing?" The iron arm on the other side glared at him, "Be honest."

"I'm already very honest."

Ron couldn't help being a little speechless when he heard this.

The speed of the army of living corpses was not very fast, especially after the "arrogance" was not forced to control, the whole team seemed a little messy.

However, these guys won't be tired after all, walking like this, Ron feels that he will not be able to stand it sooner or later over time.

"That...Mr. Deadwind," he thought about it, and finally he said, "We are going to see your master now, right? Can you tell me where you are going?"

"Huh? Didn't I tell you?" Dead Wind pointed forward, "It's over there, it used to be called...'London'?"

"Lun, London?"

Although he was already prepared, Ron couldn't help showing a bitter expression after hearing this accurate answer.

"In other words, we are going to London on our legs like this?"

"Let the iron arm lead you to run much faster," Death Wind said casually, "but didn't you feel uncomfortable being carried by the iron arm? When I stopped just now, I thought you were going to die."

"Uh, is it... right?"

Ron said sadly:

"Forget it."

However, just as Ron and Death Wind talked with the older sister of the previous pair, during the whole process, there were a pair of sights staying on Ron's back, carefully examining them intentionally or unintentionally.

The army of living corpses was still moving forward, and the destination was London, and Ron didn't know what was waiting for him there.

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