Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This way until now, Hermione was guarded in the middle of the team. In fact, the actual situation is exactly as she said before-with the comprehensive strength of this team today, just missing her is not a big deal.

In this regard, Hermione was naturally calm on the surface, but her heart was a little lost after all.

Today, her efforts are obviously no less than anyone, but in the final analysis, she still seems to be a dispensable existence.

Of course, other people will definitely not say such words, and they may not even think so. But in her own mind, after all, it became an unbearable hurdle.

As a man who was born to be unconvinced, Hermione felt that she wasn't worried about this issue forever.

Fortunately, the significance of this trip still made her no longer always have to think about her "trivial matters". The sacrifice of Percy's sacrifice is the most fundamental and major goal of this trip.

"Don't worry, I still have no problem riding a flying broom."

When Ginny was found aside, she turned her head to look at her from time to time, and Hermione could not help saying this. But at the same time she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed-she was so useless, it was such a time, and Ginny, who was already sad for Percy's death, had to worry about herself.

"Well," Ginny nodded suddenly when she heard it. "Then you should be careful ... don't worry, Harry will clear all the dead bodies."

"Oh! Of course, I'm assured of them."

After a few more words like this, Hermione turned her head again and looked at the battlefield ahead.

As you can see, it's time for fierce fighting.

In the dust, Mr. Blois's giant fire snake rammed through the ruins of that residential street, leaving black marks on the ground;

On the other side, Safina and her dozens of men controlled a large number of black flames, like a tsunami in succession, constantly engulfing the living bodies on the street.

Just beside Safina, Harry was waiting for the bright sword, waiting for the opportunity. After the first wave of the two men's attacks came to an end, he would immediately rush forward and harvest the fish and some of the more evolved living corpses.

These three people are enough to match the entire wizarding army stationed in Weymouth ... No, it will be even stronger!

There is no doubt that this is a "qualitative" gap-if the power possessed does not hurt the enemy, there are too many people and they can only resist in vain. After all, no matter how many wizards there are, there are certainly not as many dead bodies.

Hermione looked at the scene and could only hold her wand tighter ... tighter.

"Hermione."

Suddenly, a palm gently grasped her fist clenching the handle of the staff, and then a gentle voice sounded next to herself and got into her ear.

"Delphi mentioned the seven major sins before, and I find it very interesting-excessive desire is greed, excessive self-confidence is arrogance. No matter what, if you are too persistent, you will exceed a certain limit, and good things will become bad things. And bad things always have no good results ... What do you think? "

"Luna?" Hermione heard it, and then turned back slightly, looking at her, "Um ... yeah! That's true ... But where is that 'limit'?"

"It's up to you!" Luna shrugged and said leisurely, "Everyone's limits are different, but as long as you look back and think about it ... when you feel like you're too much That time, it must have been really spent. "

To be honest, though, Luna's tone always fluctuates at this time, as if she has returned to her original self. But compared to the past, at least now, what she wants to express is much more straightforward.

just--

"Your words are still inexplicably convincing."

Hermione shook her head, and couldn't help but smile a little bit — Luna, who had chosen the rules of empathy, seemed to have been seen through by the other party.

But Luna listened, but just blinked:

"It's not my words that are persuasive, but I know that in fact you are thinking the same truth. It is only because the reality in front of you makes you hesitant, so you have no choice.

Speaking of which, she just gave up:

"So, all I do is just to calm you down."

"Ok!"

Hermione smiled at her, only to find that her heart was really calmer, and she was no longer as restless as before.

And at this moment, she suddenly turned her head and glanced forward, then twisted her brows with a little doubt.

"What is Harry talking to her?"

The "her" in Hermione's name is naturally Safina.

When Hermione said so, Harry at the forefront suddenly turned back and glanced a little at them. Probably because Harry was watching Ginny and Ron, he didn't notice, and Hermione and Luna happened to be watching him at the moment.

But soon, Harry regained his sight, then slammed on the road with the Gryffindor sword and rushed straight to the battlefield ahead. Safina's Black Flame immediately gave way to him, allowing him to quickly pass through the corpses, and rushed towards the single individuals on the side.

Before long, Harry yelled as he circled behind the enemy. Blois's serpent re-emerged into a large flame spray, and turned into an astonishing flame dragon, and began to wipe out the enemy's residual power with Safina left and right.

Obviously, Devonshire is a bit on the side, and the dead are far less serious than Winchester. The two have cooperated to deal with the living corpse, which is currently more than enough.

That's it ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ About half an hour later, a large group of living corpses with three faces on their faces were wiped out by red and black flames, but their team did not receive any damage.

So far, although I have witnessed a great deal of barrenness on the road, I can't help making my heart heavier and heavier. But if I have to say, everything is going smoothly.

At the end, Harry, who had just returned from the scorched street in front of him, looked to the rear. After exchanging a look with Hermione, he waved a big hand.

"Keep going!"

Although a fierce battle ended with their great victory, the fighting movement was so big, but the scattered living corpses were still moving closer to each other here-this is obviously not a place to rest.

"Hermione, Delphi ... are you all right?"

Neville, who was coordinating in the middle, sat on the back of his patron saint of lions, turned around and asked, and saw Hermione and Delphi shake their heads without hesitation.

"No problem, let's go!" Hermione said firmly immediately.