Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"What else would I order?"

From the beginning, the words were lingering in Ron's head. But no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of what he could do in the face of the situation at hand.

At this moment, he couldn't help realizing again how mediocre he was as a friend of Hermione, Harry, Neville, and even Maca.

Not to mention Maca and Harry with the Gryffindor sword, even if it was replaced by Hermione who seemed closer, in this case, it would certainly be possible to think of various ways to defend against the strong enemy. Ready to work.

Oh no, it would be better to say that this is actually Hermione's strength?

"call--"

Suddenly, Ron shook his head and spit out the stale air in his depressed chest.

To be honest, although Ron still cannot get rid of the negative emotions of depression and loss, he has learned to adjust after all.

He knew that if he let his heart go crazy, let alone think of a way to do something, and it would be nice without causing more trouble!

However, if you first force yourself to calm down and prevent those cluttered thoughts from affecting your judgment, you can at least prevent yourself from making some stupid mistakes you should never make.

After he cleared his head a little, he searched his intestines and scratched his belly again, thinking about the question that may have never been answered just now-what can he do in the face of the dilemma that the black wizard may come back at any time?

After a long while, he still secretly prayed:

"Merlin bless, let Maca hurry up! It's not that I have no backbone, the key is ... I really can't do it! There are so many lives here! I can't afford it!"

And the next moment, it seemed that the prayer in his heart was really heard ... but the person who heard it was not Merlin, not even Maca.

Cold, a rush of footsteps came from the stairs behind him, and soon he saw a figure rushing downstairs three steps and running in two steps.

"There is something in the cornfield outside! All positions are immediately on alert and check all protective spells!"

As he was speaking, the small Auror suddenly turned around and quickly looked at Ron.

"Mr. Weasley?"

Looking at the sight looking at him, and the more eyes that followed, Ron even lost his hesitation.

Now everyone understands that this is not the time to hesitate!

"Just do that," he said immediately. "In addition, the injury was immediately transferred to the second floor, and once he couldn't defend, he moved away in phantom form!"

Is it going to be withdrawn when things look bad?

However, it must be said that "fail to run" is indeed a reasonable choice under any circumstances, and it can be said to be the first choice in terms of stop loss.

Although then, morale will likely plummet, and if the enemy catches up again, the possibility of being defeated will greatly increase.

Especially an unprepared temporary retreat like Ron is actually more like a gamble of life and fate.

"Mr. Weasley, I think I have to remind you—"

Suddenly, Mr. Derwent, therapist at Ron, whispered:

"Leave other injuries for the time being, at least this Mr. Tucker ... I'm afraid it can't support the squeezing and shock in following the manifestation process!"

But Ron heard it, but bit his teeth:

"I will stay."

There is no doubt that even if he stays, he still seems to be unable to do anything. Obviously, this decision can also be said to be a decision of Ron Weasley.

The Mr. Tucker lying on the floor was actually dying, but it was only because of Neville's white fresh flavor that he was still breathing.

And in order to ensure the safety of more people, Ron felt that it might as well give up him honestly!

But does one really have the right to decide for another? Especially the most important, precious and priceless thing of that person-life!

Ron felt that he didn't have that right, so he could only pay his life to the other party--maybe, how much of this could be regarded as a little compensation?

He didn't know whether he thought it was right or wrong, but he didn't want to weigh it too much. His brain wasn't so easy to use. It would be impossible to get too involved in such a thing.

However, for those Aurors and Derwents who didn't understand Ron's true strengths, Ron's decision didn't seem to be a problem.

Not only that, they even felt that this was indeed a good idea.

Ron said earlier that he was not as good at combat as Neville. But the phrase "not good" does not mean that he is really bad.

Think of Longbottom, think of McLean!

If they were to use their level of strength as a benchmark, the strength of all people here might only be described by the word "not good".

So when Ron offered to stay with him, everyone seemed very excited.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley's strength may not be enough to estimate so many of us, but if it is only a Tucker, it must be OK? Let alone, Mr. Weasley is equivalent to acting alone After everyone's retreat, so as not to be detected by the other party. "

Although in the face of the group of black wizards, it seems that these Aurors and strikers will have to be reduced to the point of "rushing away", which is really frustrating. When necessary, appropriate avoidance can be used to save living force, and it is obviously a reliable strategic tactic.

"understood!"

The skinny Auror who reported down the enemy immediately nodded her head ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ followed closely and turned back upstairs. At the same time, the players who were standing by in their respective positions also nodded at Ron.

Ron could only nod his head slightly with a little reluctance ... Although he seemed to be quite calm at the moment, but only he knew it, it was still the calm he tried to pretend.

However, now that the orders have been issued, there is naturally no possibility of change.

He didn't go on to decide whether his decision was appropriate or not. When he called on several players with minor injuries to join him, he helped other injured people who were not very mobile to the second floor.

After a while, I didn't know which Auror who was watching the situation outside whispered, including Ron, and the whole body's body tightened.

Those abominable ... no, they are "horrible" black wizards, they are here!

"You go on, I ... look down!" Ron couldn't help but say.

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