harry potter book of crimes

The weather in this part of London is really changeable.

I don't know if it was a warning for the coming fog, but the originally clear sky gradually darkened, and soon there were even misty raindrops.

The ground under my feet was wet from the rain and gradually became a little muddy.

However, this slight change did not affect Harry's fighting spirit, which was aroused by the sacrificial spirit of the Aurors just now.

After passing through the battlefield from the rear to the front line where the fighting was fiercest, he held the shining silver Gryffindor sword and rushed into the group of living corpses on the opposite side without hesitation.

Due to the large number of wizards trying to block the advancement of the living zombies, the density of enemies in the front was surprisingly high. He didn't even need to control the accuracy of his sword swing, he just flicked it casually, and the sharp sword blade could sweep through without any hindrance.

Passed through the bodies of several deceased people.

Suddenly, Harry, who was holding a sharp blade, was like a hungry wolf breaking into a herd of sheep. He opened a gap in the front line with just constant swings of his sword, and broke in quite forcefully.

"Harry? Don't rush too far"

Sirius, who was leading the team to continuously attack the zombies, accidentally caught a glimpse of Harry's back. However, the opponent rushed too fast, and he only had time to shout, and saw that the figure had disappeared into the enemy group and disappeared.

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And even Sirius, who has strong eyesight, only saw Harry briefly. On the front line of this chaotic battlefield, there were obviously very few people who could see Harry's appearance.

But... of course, even if everyone saw it, it probably wouldn't help. Just like Sirius at this moment, although he was extremely worried about Harry's safety, he couldn't do anything about it.

He is not Harry, and he does not have a melee weapon like Gryffindor's sword!

For modern wizards, abandoning long-distance combat and choosing to get closer to the enemy is equivalent to a cowboy abandoning his revolver and choosing hand-to-hand combat. Not to mention whether the cowboy who does that is an idiot, at least when someone else's bullet hits his head

Don't regret it when you fly here.

Having said that, Harry wielding the Sword of Gryffindor is really amazingly powerful.

Especially when there are no other creatures around except enemies, you only need to wave the sharp blade as much as you want, and those living corpses will fall down one after another like wheat being harvested in the field.

In just a moment, Harry almost sprinted into the middle of the group of living corpses.

However, even though he had inexplicably gained extraordinary physical abilities from the Sword of Gryffindor, he was still a human being and did not turn into some strange non-human species like Herbo. He knocked down many living creatures while wielding the sword with all his strength.

After the corpse, his body was splattered with dark red blood, and he gradually showed signs of fatigue.

But compared to him, the sword of Gryffindor, which is still as bright as a mirror, seems to be always "energetic". This makes people realize that Harry, who is holding a sharp blade now, is actually far from getting the sword at all.

recognition.

Well, okay! The only one who realizes this right now is probably Harry himself.

"courage!"

Suddenly, his movements had just slowed down a little, and he shouted loudly, and then the speed of swinging the sword increased instead of decreasing. The extremely sharp blade followed his dancing arm, cutting off the raindrops, and went straight to the next one.

The enemy's chest was swept away.

But at that moment, he suddenly stopped.

"Petunia...Aunt?"

Yes, Little Whinging is right next to London, and it is only more than ten miles away from central London. When the fog disaster occurred in London, the possibility that the Dursleys happened to be there was not small.

But these days, Harry has worried almost everyone, but he has never thought about the situation of his uncle, aunt and family.

There is no way, why has the Dursley family never left the slightest good impression on him?

However, Harry originally thought that he would never care about the bad relatives and family who had allowed him to live in a cupboard for ten years. But now he saw his aunt with dull eyes and messy hair pointing at him with all her teeth and claws.

When he came over, the sharp sword in his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air involuntarily.

At this moment, for the first time, Harry felt a little confused about his own thoughts!

That's right, the hatred for the Dursleys and his aunt must exist somewhere deep in his heart.

But let’s talk about whether he hates the opponent so much that he wants to strike at the opponent with a sword...

"No, that's not right...it shouldn't be like this..."

A lot of thoughts flew through his mind like lightning when he saw the face opposite him clearly. Then, while muttering to himself, he subconsciously took a step back.

In fact, Harry may also understand that regardless of what happened to his Uncle Vernon, at least his aunt Petunia Dursley still has a kind heart to take in him.

Whether it's because of fear of Dumbledore or a little sadness over his sister's death, at least Harry hasn't been hungry since he was a child. And although he didn't celebrate his own birthday, Dudley celebrated it all.

During the festival, he could at least get some cakes and the like.

As for those things, it was naturally impossible for Uncle Vernon to give them to him on his own initiative. After all, it was Aunt Petunia who threw them in front of him while scolding them for no reason.

Ever since he was a child, no matter how dull Harry was, he could still sense that his aunt had some rather complicated and unspeakable feelings towards him.

Unfortunately, it seems that Harry will never know what the other party thinks of his nephew.

Just as Harry took a step back and was stunned for a moment, several zombies stretched out their arms towards him and climbed onto him while he was not swinging his sword.

Then, one of the zombies opened his mouth and bit him on the arm.

"hiss"

Harry was in pain and finally recovered from the chaotic thoughts at that moment. In desperation, he followed his instinct and handed the Sword of Gryffindor to his unbitten left hand, and then

Then he moved his backhand behind him.

"Chi"

With a slight cutting sound, several living corpses crawling on him behind him immediately fell to the ground, but they still clung to his robe.

"Let me go!"

Harry is obviously not someone who can remain calm in a melee. Rather, he is the type who gets more and more emotional the more he fights.

Being entangled by the living corpses restricted his movements, which made him immediately irritable. The sword in his left hand kept dancing. He stabbed the living corpses around him, and the blood of the living corpses he slashed spattered several feet high.

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Immediately, the already chaotic scene became several times more chaotic.

"ah!"

In the midst of a random hacking attack, Harry suddenly seemed to have seen something bad happen, and couldn't help but let out a low cry among the living corpses.