Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

boom!"

Until now, Ron still didn't know what the so-called "gift" was.

It was just covered with a black velvet cloth, and it looked like a long square in outline. It was carried by a few high-ranking corpses that Ron had never seen before, and fell gently but heavily on the floor of the hall. .

As they passed by carrying this thing, Ron still intuitively felt a bone-chilling chill-which made him really not want to get close.

However, he did not move, but someone moved first.

After the high-ranking living corpses put down their "gifts" and left the hall again in silence and low-key, Ron watched with great vigilance the black figure sitting lazily on the high steps. , Today finally got up from the throne for the first time and walked down step by step.

"But come to'open the gift'? I heard that the gift can only show its greatest value when it is opened by hand... Isn't it?" The demon walked slowly to the gift, watching Ron said not far away, "Besides, after I said don't worry, you don't have to worry anymore-if I want to do something to you or to you, I don't need any tricks."

This is a big truth, at least when facing a mere Ron Weasley, the demon does not need to use unnecessary little tricks, even Ron himself thinks so.

And even if he took a step back, even if the other party were to force Ron to accept this "gift" now, Ron would definitely not be able to resist.Whether you like it or not, you can only submit to it obediently.

This is a gap in strength and a gap in situation, no one can deny it.

and so……

"it is good."

Ron gritted his teeth secretly, not knowing how hard he had made, and finally took a few steps forward, reaching out his right hand and slowly grabbing the black flannel covering the "gift".

The chill was indeed chill, so cold Ron's already weak hands couldn't help but tremble, so cold that he felt that his bones were all aching.

Is this a psychological effect caused by extreme tension?Or is it a symptom left over from previous painful torture?

No, neither!Ron knew very well that even if these factors were present, they would never be the main reason.

He trembled just because he was cold!It's really cold!

The biting cold air passed through the black flannel and silently enveloped a small space near it, causing Ron, who was standing in front of him, to subconsciously shrink his neck.

Is it just a big ice tuft underneath it?

Ron thought about it, but he also understood that there was no room for retreat now, so he simply stopped thinking about it.He just took a half step forward, accelerated his speed like a broken jar, then grabbed the black cloth on it with his chicken-foot-like right hand and suddenly opened it to the side.

"Wow!"

The black flannel rose up in the air, and then drifted to the side as Ron let go, and fell quietly to the floor.As a result, the so-called "gift" that had been concealed until now finally revealed its mysterious truth.

Then Ron was stunned.

"Really... just a piece of ice?"

It was a large rectangular block of ice, which seemed to be cut very neatly. Every side and every corner was intact, without any defects or cracks.

But probably because of the water vapor in the air, the extremely coldness made its smooth mirror-like surface covered with a thick but soft frost.It was brought in by several high-level living corpses just now, so on the lower edge of this big ice block, you can still see a few clear indentations that have been touched.

Somehow, Ron suddenly felt an inexplicable déjà vu in his heart.

And just as Ron stared at the piece of ice and was stunned there, he heard the demon on the other side speak again.

"'Bingtuozi'? Oh, of course not—the important thing is not the ice, the gift is still in the ice."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, the familiar feeling in Ron's heart suddenly changed into a very bad premonition.This is not because of the danger of the ice tuft in front of him, but... he suddenly realized that he seemed to have understood where the familiar feeling in his heart came from!

This is an ice coffin!Just like the great wizard Albus Dumbledore who sleeps forever on the shores of Lake Hogwarts, he is also sleeping in the special ice block that is not much different from the one in front of him.It's just that compared to Dumbledore's bite, this one is obviously relatively small.

Of course, this is not the most critical thing at the moment, the key is, in this ice coffin...who will be sleeping?

After thinking about it, Ron never thought of an answer that he could affirm--there were too many possibilities, but at the same time too few.At the very least, if you can lie here and let the demon in front of you send it out as a "gift", at least it will definitely not be just an innocent person who died under the hands of a living corpse.

So to be honest, Ron didn't dare to extend his hand any more, he was afraid that when he wiped off the frost, he would see a figure that hurt his heart.

So Ron suddenly raised his head again, staring at the opposite demon with an angry look in his eyes.What fear, what worries, disappeared for a while, because for him, the unknown hidden in the ice coffin in front of him was probably the thing that scared him most at the moment.

However, the tall figure standing on the other side of the ice coffin still looked so calm and calm.

"Oh, don't look at me like that... I seem to have said it at the beginning. This is a'gift' that I hope to convey kindness and friendship to you. In fact, I also spent a lot It took a lot of effort and a lot of risk to'stole' it from a very dangerous place... Mr. Weasley, you have to understand, it actually has nothing to do with me."

At this point, maybe the other party didn't want to let Ron waste time so long, and suddenly stretched out his hand, "stabbing" and wiping hard on the surface of the ice block covered with ice crystals and frost.

In an instant, a piece of frost was wiped aside, revealing a smooth and transparent ice surface.

Regardless of whether Ron himself was willing or not, the other party's move instantly made him subconsciously follow the movement of that hand and cast his gaze on the ice.

The ice looked a little dim. This should be because apart from this one, the other sides were still covered by frost, and too much light could not penetrate.

But, enough...it was enough, because Ron had already seen a face there that was too familiar.

"How is this possible?"

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