harry potter book of crimes

"Hmm...hiss..."

In the eastern suburbs of London, in a bush beside a main road, a gasping sound suddenly came out. Then accompanied by a rustling movement, a figure crawled out of the grass, half squatting and half kneeling.

.

"Why am I not dead?"

That was Ron, yes, the same Ron who had been hit by a crushing curse from the dark wizard before and was left to die.

I just don’t know why, but he actually survived again this time after being hit in the head by an explosion curse in the church.

"Uh...it sounds like I really want to die!"

Although he was full of confusion, the feeling when his back was hit by the Crushing Curse still stayed in his mind.

The feeling that the entire back and even the abdominal cavity were numbed by pain, as well as the large semi-solidified blood stains still on the clothes and in the grass, are enough to prove how serious the injury was at that time.

Obviously, such a large amount of blood loss can completely kill him twice and still have some leftover!

But... isn't he still dead?

"but"

Ron was still lying weakly on the road. He moved his back slightly and immediately felt a sting. To be honest, the pain was much lighter than before he fainted, but it still showed that the injury was actually serious.

There are still remnants to this day.

In other words, compared with the last time, the recovery is still restored, but the healing effect is obviously not as good as the first time in the church.

"Forget it, anyway... I don't know why, but now I can think..." Ron felt the remaining stinging feeling and whispered to himself, "I am fatally injured.

, and he won’t die?”

But after thinking for a moment, he quickly shook his head.

"It's better not to think so beautifully. It's probably because of some abnormality in the recovery ability, and it seems that the wound healing speed is slower than last time... Speaking of which, why is this?"

Thinking of this, Ron climbed up from the ground with some difficulty, holding on to the tree next to him to stand firm. After leaning against the tree trunk for a rest, he felt that his feet seemed to be stronger, and he couldn't help but realize

The inexplicable recovery power seems to have not stopped, and the remaining injuries on the back are still being repaired bit by bit.

He leaned against the tree trunk, raised his hand and squeezed it slightly. The increasingly solid sense of strength made him feel relieved.

"baffling!"

While he was complaining like this, Ron felt a little more joyful and satisfied in his heart, even if this resilience might only be temporary.

After all, after being stuck among friends who were getting stronger over the years, he had imagined on more than one occasion that he would also make great progress.

Even in a short period of time, Ron always longed to become "special". Being mediocre and powerless, he had already had enough of dodging every crisis and needing to be protected all day long!

"Although... Guang can be beaten but can't fight back, can this be considered 'becoming stronger'?"

While waiting to regain some strength, he pondered to himself what it would be like to be a "hard-shell turtle". He took the opportunity to touch his body up and down, which seemed to be a little strange.

Suddenly, his right hand that touched his chest paused for a moment, and then he quickly reached into his collar and took it out. When he found that he only took out a silver chain with a small bottle cap,

The scene when he received the relic from Professor Dumbledore suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Ah! Is it that small bottle of ashes...?"

When he thought of this, he hurriedly pulled away the collar that had become torn due to the dark wizard's explosion spell, lowered his head and looked at his chest. It was on the skin where the vial originally fell.

There was actually a gray mark that couldn't be wiped off.

Yes, it can't be wiped off. It's like a tattoo directly burned on the skin. Although it looks like the gray stains left by not taking a bath for many years, people can't think of his tattoo at all.

The body's ability to recover becomes quite abnormal.

"Ah...is it related to this? Or did it just happen to be broken?"

After the pain in his back completely disappeared, his physical strength further recovered. Although his current state was far from being fully recovered, it was clear that he could no longer wait any longer.

"Time is running out!"

After getting rid of all the doubts in his mind that he had no reliable answers to, Ron finally stopped wasting time and turned around to head towards downtown London.

The guys blocking the intersection before were gone, which meant that he no longer had to think about how to pass.

"Maka...where are you? I have to find you as soon as possible...Ah, I don't know how long I was asleep just now."

"Well, at least it's still daylight!"

…

To be honest, it's actually easy to find where Maka and Haierbo are.

Because although they are always moving, no matter where they hit, they will suffer disaster and make a lot of noise.

In this case, it is obviously very easy to judge whether it is the dark wizards who are trying their best to avoid it or Ron who wants to find Maka as soon as possible.

Not long after, even though he couldn't see too far due to the cover of gray fog, the astonishing sounds of fighting still guided Ron all the way to a certain neighborhood that had become ruins.

"boom"

Suddenly, Ron, who had just run here, felt the ground beneath his feet tremble violently, as if a giant had stomped hard nearby.

After regaining his balance a little, Ron stretched out his hand to support the outer wall of the street shop and looked around.

There was no one! The sound of fighting continued again and again, and from time to time there would be a scary-looking crack on the street, but he couldn't see a single figure.

"Maka...should be here, right? Fighting with Haierbo? Invisible?"

Several questions passed through his mind one by one. Ron opened his mouth, but still did not dare to speak casually. He wanted to call Maka to see if Maka was hiding nearby; but when he thought of speaking,

It may affect Maka's battle, and it may even cause the opponent to suffer unnecessary damage.

But at the next moment, suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air from the center of the street not far away.

"Ron?"

Maka stopped instantly from moving at high speed and turned to look at the familiar figure on the roadside who should never have appeared here.

"Ron...is it really you?"