harry potter book of crimes

In the southeastern suburbs of London, groups of living corpses are surging like an ocean.

Commanded by Kingsley, the suppression force led by many elite wizards struggled to hold back the huge number of enemies, and spells were thrown like rain towards the living corpses.

At the same time, among the group of living corpses, there were also some dead people who could cast magic, shooting terrifying and deadly curses mercilessly towards the suppression army.

Explosions, puffs of smoke, and roars... were mixed together in the place where the two armies were facing each other. Even though the sun was shining brightly at the moment, it only made people feel the depression and chaos like dark clouds covering the sun and thunder and lightning.

People who have never been on the battlefield cannot understand the fear of being killed by an attack that comes from nowhere even when they are huddled behind a bunker.

However, everyone was obviously not overwhelmed by the pressure and were still fighting with all their strength. Although casualties were inevitable, many team members lost their lives under the orderly plan and Kingsley's accurate and timely command.

After being injured, they were all rushed back to the rear of the battlefield to receive treatment.

Of course, this is a battlefield after all, and no matter how good the commander is, he cannot completely avoid sacrifices.

Some were hit by the killing curse on the spot and died, some died of injuries during temporary transportation, and there were even some who were accidentally hit by the enemy's curse and died while trying to rescue the wounded.

War is always cruel, whether it is a wizarding war or a Muggle war, it is the same.

"Attention! The team on the west side does not have enough firepower. Let Di Ge and the others increase the frequency of attacks! If this continues, the group of living corpses will head towards Surrey County!"

Kingsley, who was sitting in the center, immediately issued the latest order after listening to the report from the aerial team. At the same time, another spy coming from the east side of the battlefield suddenly said:

"Miss Tonks' team can no longer withstand the pressure of the zombies."

When Kingsley heard this, he immediately said:

"Let Aberforth send reinforcements!"

"Sir, the main team responsible for resisting the advance of the zombies is still retreating. The pressure is too great..."

"Let the reserve team also join the frontal cleanup!"

"Mr. Kingsley"

Temporary reports came in one after another, informing Kingsley of the situation in various areas of the battlefield in an orderly manner, and then he would make a judgment as quickly as possible.

The great sense of responsibility made a calm and calm person like Kingsley have beads of sweat on his forehead, but he could not relax even for a moment.

Because, even if one of the messages is delayed, the price paid may be more casualties.

And just when chaos and order coexisted in the battlefield, and the brilliance of various magic spells flickered frequently, a large piece of gray fog floated from London behind the group of living corpses.

The strange fog that has always shrouded London has started to move!

Kingsley looked at the mist in the distance approaching the battlefield, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he even forgot to wipe the beads of sweat that fell from his forehead.

"...could it be Haierbo?"

There were other possibilities, but the first thing that Kingsley thought of was Haierbo himself.

This group of wizards who were clearing out the living corpses took the initiative to take the risk that Haierbo might appear at any time. Once they found that Haierbo had also joined the battlefield, they had no chance of winning and had only one option: "retreat."

"Send this message to each team. As soon as you find Haierbo's figure, quickly evacuate the battlefield! There must be no hesitation!"

After having people go around the battlefield to convey instructions, Kingsley himself waved to the Aurors responsible for protecting him with some hesitation.

"Listen clearly, what follows is just my request, you don't have to agree! And my request is... I need someone to bypass the battlefield and go to the rear of the zombie army to confirm the reason for the movement of the fog. This task

It is very dangerous, because there is a high chance that you will meet Haierbo himself... Think about it!"

However, just as Kingsley finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice suddenly coming from behind him.

"I go!"

"Mr. Potter?"

Kingsley suddenly turned around and saw Harry who was holding the Sword of Gryffindor and stopped.

"Let me go!"

Looking at Kingsley who was stunned for a moment, Harry immediately repeated his words. But the next moment, he saw Kingsley shaking his head decisively as if he had thought of something.

"I don't know how you left Spiral Town, why Lupine didn't stop you... Of course, this is obviously not important anymore. However, it is definitely impossible to leave this task of exploring the fog to you."

"Why?" Harry couldn't help shouting when he heard this, "When we were in the town, Lupine didn't let me come out; and now, you don't let me fight...Kingsley, I already have enough strength.

, let me watch so many relatives and friends get injured or even die...I..."

"Potter," Kingsley interrupted before he could finish speaking, "When did I say I won't let you fight? I just feel that with your current strength, the place you should go to should definitely not be in that fog.

Inside, it’s the front line to eliminate the living corpses.”

"Frontline? Good"

Harry was surprised when he heard that Kingsley had no intention of stopping him. But soon, when he saw the Aurors protecting Kingsley, he couldn't help but change the words "Okay"

"It was swallowed back into the stomach.

"But……"

"Mr. Potter!" One of the Aurors looked at Harry who looked worried and shook his head slightly, "Minister Shacklebolt is right... With your strength, the one who can play the most effective role must be the one who fights.

The front line! As for those tasks where 'whoever goes there may die', leave it to us!"

"gentlemen……"

"Potter, go!" Kingsley suddenly reached out and pointed to the battlefield ahead, "Before the fog drifts into the battlefield, go and reduce the number of enemies as much as possible... Of course, pay attention to your own safety, you are ours

The most precious fighting force among them!"

This is war.

Harry gritted his teeth, saluted the Aurors, and then rushed into the battlefield with his sword in hand without looking back.

Kingsley and several Aurors watched his surprisingly strong figure disappear into the crowd, paused briefly, and then headed towards London again and forgot about it.

"Minister, we will be divided into two teams. One team will enter the fog, and the other team will follow the fog outside. If the first team enters and does not come out to meet up within the set time, we will send someone back to report."

"Well," Kingsley turned his head and leaned towards them slightly like Harry just now, "I'm sorry, then I'll leave it to you!"

"Don't say that. For the safety of the entire suppression force, our lives are nothing!"