harry potter book of crimes

"boom!"

"ah"

Ron was slapped out of London by the devil. Maka wanted to help him block it, but she couldn't do it in time. Seeing him flying out of the fog like a kite with a broken string, Maka suddenly

He frowned, then while resisting the attack of the demon that teleported in front of him, he also flew out.

Soon, he saw Maka fall next to Ron who was lying on the ground, and at the same time he turned back and glanced. After confirming that the demon obviously still couldn't leave the scope of the gray mist, he felt a little relieved.

"Ron, it's okay, don't worry! It's just a trauma, it will be over soon"

Listening to Ron's wailing in his ears, he quickly took out a bottle of potion from his waist, pulled out the cork and planned to pour it on the other person's shoulder.

I was slapped on the left shoulder by a demon just now, almost smashing the entire shoulder. The bloody patch looked really scary. But as he said, the injury was not serious and could be cured on the spot with medicine.

That kind of.

But just as he was about to pour down the potion, Maka suddenly stopped what he was doing and stared at Ron's injury for a moment.

"Um?"

He didn't wait too long. Soon, he saw the bright green liquid flowing out and landing on Ron's shoulder. With a burst of white smoke rising, the rotten flesh at the wound was visible to the naked eye.

Recovered.

In just a blink of an eye, the blood-stained shoulder and arm had successfully regenerated, and Ron finally calmed down.

"Okay, get up quickly!" Maka reached out and patted him, then asked, "Ron, there's something I want to ask you. I just discovered it."

"It's about wound healing, right?" Ron moved his shoulders and said with a grimace, "To be honest, I don't know exactly what this is about... Maka, if I told you, I might

I have already 'died' twice, do you believe it?"

"How to say?"

Maka asked while reaching out to pull him up from the ground. After listening to Ron briefly explain what happened before, he saw the other person put his hand into the tattered collar.

, and took out the necklace with only a bottle cap left.

"I think that may be what it does," Ron shook his head and said, "Do you still remember? That small bottle of ashes that Professor Dumbledore left for me! When I was in a coma... well, maybe I was about to die.

When he died, it broke into pieces and left such an indelible mark on my chest."

Watching Ron pull apart his collar, Maka came up to take a look, and even stretched out his fingers to touch it. Then, he frowned slightly and thought about it secretly.

"Maca?" Ron saw him thinking and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what the ashes are?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the professor's phoenix Fox!"

Maka said casually, and suddenly reached out and scratched Ron's chest skin that was exposed to the air. Then, he heard Ron let out a soft "ouch", and the skin on his shoulders was instantly covered with blood.

There was a cut mark with blood oozing out.

"Maka, if you want to try it, tell me in advance!"

But Maka just waved her hand, and when she saw that the scratch had indeed begun to heal on its own, she nodded.

"Although the specifics require further research, you may really be less likely to die in the future!" He said to Ron, "It's just that it's best not to regard this self-healing ability as your trump card, and don't be reckless, got it?

?”

"Of course," Ron immediately shook his head and said, "Even if it can heal on its own, it will still hurt when it should hurt! Especially the two times before when I felt that I was really not far from death, that feeling was not pleasant.

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"As long as you know!"

After saying that, Maka put her hand on his shoulder and said solemnly:

"We'll talk about the self-healing ability later. Let's go back to the camp first... I hope the guy you mentioned hasn't left yet."

Before he finished speaking, and before Ron could react, his eyes suddenly blurred. Then, he found that Maka had taken him directly back to the corner of the open space in the center of the St. Mungo's Camp.

But when he looked around again, it was as if Maka himself had not come back with him at all, and there was no one around him.

Just when Ron couldn't help but feel nervous, he heard Maka's voice passing by his ears:

"You wait here, don't run around."

After the sentence ended, there was no more sound. Ron knew that Maka must have quietly left to find someone. And he himself seemed to have better not wander around, in case he met the fake first.

Oh no.

But after Ron stayed there in a daze for a while, he realized that he didn't really need to stand here stupidly.

"It seems like nothing happened in the camp?"

He looked around and occasionally saw one or two figures passing between the tents, each busy with their own business.

But think about it, if that guy wants to leave, there is no need to make a big fuss. And considering the other party's excellent disguise, it is obviously not difficult to take away someone who is not suspicious.

And when Ron was thinking alone in this corner, another familiar figure suddenly sounded from behind him, causing him to immediately turn around.

"Ron? Are you back?"

It's Ginny!

Thank God, at least even if the fake Maka has taken someone away, that person is not Ginny!

"Ginny, are you okay? Nothing happened?"

"Something happened? What could happen to me in this camp?" Ginny immediately slapped his hand away, then looked him up and down and said, "I am asking you this, right? Didn't you go to accept Wei?"

Really? It turns out that Neville and the others are back, but you...are trying to be a hero!"

Ginny called him around and checked all the damaged areas on his clothes. After finding nothing wrong, she slapped him hard on the back.

"Tell me! What's going on?"

"Ouch"

Ron covered his lower back with his backhand and said awkwardly:

"It's okay, it's really okay! I just went to find Maka... I'll talk about it later!"

Although his unexpected self-healing ability had long since repaired the injury on his back, the near-fatal injury at that time was not fake, and he still has lingering fears to this day. The pain from Ginny's slap just now, suddenly

It reminded him of his near-death experience, and a layer of smooth cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

However, he could not blame Ginny for this. After all, this was also a way for Ginny to express her worries... although, this method was somewhat crude.

But at this moment, Ginny frowned and said:

"Going to find Maka? Isn't Maka in the camp? Just now I saw him going to find Luna..."

"Is it Luna?"