harry potter book of crimes

The number of soul collectors is decreasing!

Because a young man with a sword in his hand was looking for enemies everywhere in London, the ones he targeted were all collectors who would release unknown black substances.

Among the dark wizards who are currently robbing other people's lives in the fog of the city, the most difficult ones to deal with are undoubtedly these collectors who will not even listen to Haierbo's orders. Although they are not many in number, they are the most powerful.

Powerful, not to mention that Haierbo is still giving birth to more individuals.

Killing seems to have become the most mundane part of daily life.

To be honest, Harry is actually under a lot of pressure right now.

Although he has the extremely sharp Gryffindor Sword, he can pierce through the seemingly indestructible black shield of the Collector in one fell swoop, but the unknown substance is not always solid.

Sometimes if he is not careful, the sword will get entangled, which often puts him in a dilemma where the weapon may be taken away.

And under the threat of black thorns that can penetrate steel, long-term close combat is obviously very dangerous.

But even so, Harry still raised the sword in his hand without hesitation, and kept engaging in thrilling fights in the streets and even in Muggle homes.

Yes, maybe Harry's pressure is not as great as Maka's, but now his existence has become somewhat indispensable.

After all, those collectors are not something that just any wizard can deal with!

"Ding"

Accompanied by a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, a silver sword shadow swept from the side to the eyes, cutting off the black thorn that stabbed here almost instantly.

"Stand back and leave this to me!"

That was a boy wearing a Hogwarts school uniform. His back did not look very solid and reliable, but he was a person who was willing to stand up when others were in danger.

"……Thanks."

"No, no need... Anyway, just back off!"

"Ah good."

Needless to say, the one who arrived in time to catch the black thorn was Harry. But the one he had just rescued was just a Muggle boy who was slightly different from the others.

To put it simply, this 11-year-old Muggle boy actually had magic runaway during this mist disaster. As a result, he who was originally unable to see many magical phenomena, suddenly could see it.

By the way, this boy's name is Robin.

"Click"

Just as the little boy hurriedly retreated to the corner at Harry's reminder, with a burst of cracking sounds, the ground beneath the searcher's feet cracked.

That was the change caused by the Divide Curse cast by Harry, in order to make the opponent lose his balance.

After several battles, Harry has already gained some small combat experience. Although the effect may not be as good as he expected, "small moves like this can create attack opportunities for himself as much as possible"

”, it is indeed worth a try.

But this time, his attempt seemed to have poor results.

It can be seen that just when the ground under the collector's feet cracked, the opponent also jumped up very quickly and moved to the side in time to avoid it.

During this period, because the opponent's center of gravity was not unbalanced, Harry, who was already ready to attack, could only temporarily give up his plan to press forward.

However, the collector obviously did not want to let go of the wizard who disturbed his harvest of souls. At the next moment, several black thorns emerged from the black material in front of the opponent and shot towards Harry at high speed.

If you have time, you can escape!

This was Harry's first thought after he sensed the danger, but he soon realized that he couldn't hide. Because he still remembered that there was a Muggle boy huddled in the corner behind him.

!

"Phantom Tablet!"

After using the transformation technique to create a thick stone tablet, he added a hardening spell on it, and then heard several sounds of the stone slab being penetrated by hard objects.

Fortunately, at that moment, Harry's reaction speed was not bad. When he saw those black thorns cutting through the stone slab, he turned the stone slab to the side at an angle, causing the black thorns to go straight through the stone slab.

It flew out in a diagonal stab.

But then, the stone slab with several holes punched through it also shattered and scattered on the ground.

"Shattered to pieces!"

Seeing that the opponent was preparing to launch another round of black thorns, Harry quickly released another crushing spell, forcing the opponent to give up attacking and adopt a defensive posture.

Behind Harry, little Robin, who had always lived in the Muggle world, had never seen such a battle. It was like watching a movie, and he was stunned.

And at this moment, knowing that he could no longer give his opponent a chance, Harry rushed over resolutely.

Nowadays, Harry's speed may be even faster than the Muggle sprint champion. He was seen approaching the opponent with extremely fast movements, the Gryffindor sword in his hand shining with bright silver light, tilting

Then he waved forward with his backhand.

"clang"

After the crisp impact, there was another scalp-numbing crunching sound, and the sword cut into the black shield erected by the opponent.

But this time, Harry had remembered the previous lessons and did not try to forcefully stab the enemy hiding behind the shield.

He just drew it upward with all his strength, leaving a long gash on the shield with the sharp sword blade.

Then, without the slightest pause, Harry immediately picked up the momentum and went around from the opponent's side to behind him.

When this guy who controls black matter turns to a defensive posture, he usually condenses a spherical shield. But no matter how fast the change is, it still takes a certain amount of time.

Before the unknown substance completely enveloped the opponent, he stabbed the unclosed gap with his sword and pulled it along.

When another long black thorn emerged from there and stabbed him, Harry quickly retracted his sword and dodged it cautiously.

As he stepped back for a moment, Harry saw drops of blood slipping down the mirror-smooth blade of Gryffindor's sword, which told him that the sword he just struck had indeed hit the opponent.

But unfortunately, this was just a sword, and it probably didn't hit any vital points. Now that the opponent was covering himself with a spherical shield, it would be very difficult for him to make an effective attack again.

It must be said that the Sword of Gryffindor is indeed only sharp in Harry's hands. When used in actual combat, it still has considerable limitations.

"never mind."

Harry saw the black thorns forming on the surface of the "big black ball", and immediately ran to the corner where the boy was, grabbed the boy's arm and walked away.

All in all, the innocent victims must be moved first.

"Ding, ding"

After fending off two black thorns shooting in this direction, Harry was forced to pause again, and then protected little Robin and retreated step by step.

Yes, even if you want to leave, you can't walk safely. This is a manifestation of the difficulty of the black-eyed wizard who can attack, defend, and be far or near.

But just as Harry was retreating step by step towards the camp, he suddenly saw the ground where the black ball was suddenly arching upwards, and the black ball was thrown away in an instant.

"Harry, take the child this way!"

This was a voice that was not very familiar, but after he turned his head and glanced at the other side of the ruins of the house, he immediately recognized who it was.

That was Bill, the eldest son of the Weasley family and Ron's eldest brother.

Because Ron's brother is one of the few external curse breakers at Gringotts and works in the Egyptian pyramids all year round, he doesn't get to go home very often throughout the year.

Therefore, Harry really didn't have many opportunities to meet Bill.

Well, the closest one seems to be Fred and George's wedding, right?

"coming!"

After responding, Harry looked back at little Robin who was following him. Seeing that the child didn't seem too scared, he pulled him and ran towards Bill.

And at this moment, he and Little Robin suddenly noticed a strong wind blowing above their heads, and a large shadow enveloped them both.

"what?"

The two of them hurriedly looked up and looked up. In the mist, they were shocked by the huge silhouette.