harry potter book of crimes

Norman was already not sure about whether he could leave London alive.

Even as time went by, he got closer and closer to the edge of the fog, and the living corpses around him gradually became fewer and fewer. However, due to the battles he experienced along the way, the healing potions still escaped from the fog area.

Before, it was completely used up.

"Cough cough cough..."

As he walked, he coughed violently again. Norman held onto the tree trunk with one hand and covered his mouth with one hand, while blood still dripping with body temperature dripped from between his fingers to the ground.

It was obvious that the damage to the internal organs was too serious to be ignored.

However, since he didn't have the potion and he didn't know the healing spell, there seemed to be no other way except to hold on.

In this way, the previous idea emerged from his mind again.

"Will I also become...ahem, a living corpse?"

To be honest, after experiencing so many avoidances, encounters, chases, and battles, he may be the person who understands those living corpses best besides Haierbo.

Just like what Sirius and the others observed about the blind living corpse being unable to see, it has almost become common sense to him.

Not only vision, hearing, smell, touch and other things that living people should have, are also useful on living zombies. If there is any significant difference between living corpses and living people, it is probably that the former can "

Is this the point of "perceiving living creatures within a certain range through some special method"?

If Maka was here, he might be able to further confirm that the perception of those living corpses is actually also aimed at the fluctuation of magic power!

Of course, it is obviously not important to Norman what the living corpses sensed.

Because as long as he understands, it's best not to get too close to those guys, even if they haven't discovered his existence yet.

"If you really can't survive, then at least blow yourself up before dying... I can't become like them. If Lottie meets her in the future, she will definitely be sad."

Thinking like this, Norman couldn't help but feel sad... I just hope that his daughter can be happy!

In the end, she got rid of the abyss of the Werther family and had her own pursuit and a new life. At the very least, she must be happier than him, who could never let go.

"ah"

Suddenly, Norman, who was thinking about what happened behind him, was stunned for a moment, and then he raised his hand and looked at the suitcase he had been carrying.

At that moment, his gaze collided with the pair of eyes in the gap on the side of the suitcase.

Because the sound was suppressed by his spell, there was no sound from inside, and coupled with the difficult escape, he almost forgot that there were two children inside.

And now, at the moment when he met his eldest nephew's eyes, he finally remembered why he had fled here desperately.

It's just... what kind of eyes are those!

In the child's eyes, the fear and panic were no longer there, not even the pain was left. What was more now was just a trace of death that was almost impossible to see in the eyes of a child of this age.

But think about it, if he saw his mother and uncle chasing him like zombies with his own eyes, the shadow this would have on his little mind would definitely be huge.

"Ahem... vomit..."

With a splashing sound, what spewed out of Norman's mouth was not dirty vomit. He hadn't eaten anything all day long.

What he spit out was a large mouthful of dark red blood, which splashed all over the floor.

But maybe it was because the accumulated blood was vomited out, and he suddenly felt a little better again, at least the pain in his chest didn't seem as uncomfortable as before.

After another slight pause, he propped himself up on the tree trunk and continued to walk forward in vain.

My consciousness has become a little blurry, and everything in front of me seems a little shaky, but it doesn't matter. As long as you reach the intersection in front of you, go right and you will find a straight lane that leads directly to the outer suburbs.

When we get here, there are no living corpses anymore. Maybe he can barely survive?

"Bang."

There wasn't much movement, Norman just tripped and fell to the road with a plop.

"Damn...damn...disaster."

Ever since Charlotte was born, he hasn't said any bad words, but now he really can't bear it. Don't say that he doesn't want to become a living corpse even if he dies. After all, he definitely wants to live well.

ah!

His daughter had just graduated not long ago, and he still thought about waiting for her to find the one she was destined to be, and then happily attend the wedding!

When he was at home, he had already thought about what gifts he should give to his grandson or granddaughter.

But now, is he going to die like this? His daughter has already lost her mother early, and he doesn’t want her to lose her father again!

While thinking this, Norman put the tip of the wand into his mouth with great difficulty.

"boom!"

At some point, the silencing charm attached to the suitcase failed, and the suitcase was pushed against the inside, making some noise.

"uncle."

"……Um?"

Norman, who was already dreaming of taking his own life, suddenly heard his nephew calling in a lowered voice. He finally reluctantly opened his eyelids, moved his head and looked over.

Suddenly, he saw a small hand that was desperately trying to stretch out from the gap in the suitcase.

"Uncle, don't die...My brother and I will be very good and obedient...Uncle, don't die..."

The eldest nephew, who was already quite smart, obviously understood what they were going through along the way, and also understood the desperate situation Norman was facing at this moment.

"Don't look at it. Hide it inside...there are a lot of delicious food inside. Eat sparingly. It should keep you waiting until your uncles and aunts come to save you."

He said this, but Norman knew very well that someone would come in in a short time. And even if there was rescue, the possibility of making them notice a suitcase was extremely low.

But the good thing is that hiding in the box can at least prevent the living corpses from noticing these two children. They... can at least live longer than themselves.

"etc."

At this moment, the thoughts in Norman's head were actually as muddy as a ball of paste, but somehow, he seemed to suddenly capture something again.

"Yes, in fact, maybe it's okay...at least it's okay...that's what we can do."

The next second, Norman, who seemed to have made up his mind, gritted his teeth and forced himself up like a puddle of mud, dragging the suitcase to his side.