Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Ron thought that he could at least have a chance to escape. But it turns out that no matter how strict the plan is, there will always be accidents, and the outcome is often unexpected.

What's more, his plan was obviously not rigorous at all.

"Are you going to die?"

At that moment, he watched the exploding fireball in his field of vision gradually enlarge, but what passed in his heart was not sad for his weakness. Even before that, he had sighed hundreds of times for his strength, but when death suddenly came, he didn't have the thought of resentment.

He was just thinking, maybe it would be so dead, at least it could be considered a small contribution to the safe retreat of the Aurors.

Yes, even if he didn't seem to be of much use, they did, after all, withdraw under his command, didn't they?

"Is ... closer to you?"

At that moment, the figures of a group of friends such as Harry, Maca, Hermione, and Neville flashed one by one in his sight, but in the end it turned into a burning flame and devoured his consciousness.

"boom--"

...

"died?"

After an explosion spell exploded head-on from Ron's eyes, the black wizards around him glanced at him from side to side--the black head and the broken clothes still burning with the fire, making him look miserable. .

"Can you not die?" Another black wizard took off the half-face mask covering his face and skipped his lips. "The explosion curse hits his face directly, and no one can live! And this kid ... It ’s better than the average person, but that's all. "

"Then go upstairs and see! Although the **** Aurors must have slipped away, it is still necessary to use an alchemy disk to test it-maybe you can still get a sense of where it is."

"Hey, are you in such a hurry to invite Mr. Haierbo for merit? Understandable, understandable ... But it is completely incomprehensible like the one from Theros just now. In that case, the fool will dash into the flames?

"Isn't he just a fool? We all follow Haierbo for the benefit, and he is because of his admiration for Haierbo—"

"Shh! Beware of mischief! Or do you think that Mr. Haierbo is incapable of knowing what you have said?"

"Damn, I'm used to talking in the wind, and confiscating one--Mr. Haierbo, I just said it inadvertently. Your elder brother is a lot. Don't worry about it ..."

These black wizards apparently didn't take Ron's death to heart at all, and murmured and chatted rashly, one after another phantom manifested on the second floor.

And soon, I heard another string of high-pitched dialogue:

"Well? Who is this dumb-bellied guy? Dead or alive?"

"Oh, it's disgusting to look at it! But it seems alive?"

"Who cares who he is? If you're still alive, you won't be able to die? But to be honest, even if you throw him here, you will definitely live a short time ... Look! The belly is so bad!"

Those voices were talking, and suddenly another female voice with a slightly hoarse voice interrupted them:

"Don't kill him-keep him! It must be that they can't stay here, after all, they are so injured that they can't be taken away with their followers ... but maybe the hypocrisy of the Ministry of Auror's hypocrisy, maybe Will come back afterwards! "

Having said that, the woman's black wizard couldn't help sneering.

"Don't you think that those guys are likely to come back afterwards?"

"You mean, bait?"

"Then keep it!" The witch who said Tucker had just thought about it, said casually, "Carter, did you detect anything over there?"

"No……"

The black wizard named Carter lowered his head and twisted a metal rod on an alchemy disc, as if adjusting something. But when he twisted the metal rod all the way without seeing a specific response, he shook his head.

"There are too many phantoms, and the marks of the curse are too chaotic ... if there is a more accurate detector like the Ministry of Magic, or if they measure when they leave, maybe they can detect a point."

"Well then ... well, you can't chase without knowing the location, it's better to follow Cherie just said, wait here!"

However, will those Aurors return?

No, at least for a short time, they will not come again. Because everyone remembers that there is another "Mr. Ron Weasley" here who is standing alone to defend against the enemy.

And these black wizards who decided to stay and wait for the rabbits would never know. Although they certainly couldn't wait for the group of Aurors who killed many of their companions, they still waited for someone.

The man received a notice from the lion's patron saint on the other side of St. Mungo's camp, and Maca arrived alone!

...

"Ok--"

A few minutes passed, a figure appeared at the entrance of the church without the doorknob, and then groaned as he watched the entire destroyed doorway.

"Has been attacked?" Marka frowned slightly, saying quietly, "This is ... Halebo has other men working for him outside London?"

Shaking his head slightly, he didn't stop at the door, and immediately walked across several charred corpses lying down on the ground.

There are actually no dead bodies inside and out, which shows that although fighting has taken place here, it is not as fierce as death fighting.

The church was empty now, with traces of damage everywhere, and the innermost staircase had even collapsed in half. However, the whole is quiet, it seems that everyone has gone.

"Well?"

Maca, who was walking down the aisle in the middle, suddenly saw ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ In the rubble piled up by the collapse of the stairs, there seemed to be a figure lying down.

"That is--"

He was about to step forward and take a closer look, but at this moment, he was looking forward, and looked up at the second floor.

There are people above, and quite a lot!

After a short pause, he immediately kicked his foot, and flew up the staircase with only a few sections left. The next second, the figures of the group of black wizards on the second floor fell into his sight.

Perhaps because his steps were so light and silent from beginning to end, that when he appeared alone at the entrance of the stairs, none of the black wizards noticed his appearance.

And ... Of course, the Aurortaq, who was lying on the ground in the abdominal cavity, was seriously rotten, and now he even took a look into his eyes.

"... is this the first author of the so-called" Curse of the Plague "?"

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