harry potter book of crimes

London eventually became an empty city, a "ghost city" in the true sense.

A city without people may not be called a city anymore. Every street is empty. There are no living people or even dead people. Only the ruins after the war seem to be silently talking about the past.

of prosperity and today's sorrow.

The gray fog that had shrouded London for several days gradually drifted away.

That's right, the mist gradually drifted away, followed by a group of special living corpses that were quite different from the vanguard outside.

Facts have proved that Kingsley's worries were at least half correct. There was "something" in the fog that suddenly started to move. However, it was not Helbo himself who worried most people, but

Although they are a small group of more powerful zombies, their strength cannot be underestimated.

However, it is worth mentioning that just now, Harry rushed to the end of the zombie army with all his strength, and witnessed with his own eyes the scene where the fog gradually enveloped the zombie group.

Even, an unexpected situation was discovered which was very important for the suppression team...or could be said to be very "bad".

However, he was unable to witness those special living corpses that were in the center of the fog at that time...

…

"Kingsley."

When Sirius carried Harry quickly to the rear of the battlefield, the fog was not close enough for people to avoid it. In other words, the suppression teams on the front line had not yet begun to retreat.

"Sirius...Potter?"

Kingsley glanced at Sirius first, but soon caught a glimpse of Harry who was being carried by Sirius on his back. When he saw Harry looking like he had just been fished out of a pool of blood,

He immediately showed a worried expression.

"Injured? Then why delay...Sirius, hurry up and send him to the back for treatment!"

"No, I'm fine, Kingsley!"

Before Sirius could answer, Harry struggled and slid off his back, then held Sirius' shoulders and said to Kingsley:

"These are basically the blood of living corpses... Well, let's not mention that for now! Kingsley, there is some not-so-good news that I must report to you first!"

After saying this in one breath, Harry took a breath again, and then said with a serious expression:

"In fact, just now I rushed from the front line of the battle to the end of the zombie army. I found that the fog drifting from London seemed to move much faster than I imagined... This matter, what happened before

Did the Auror gentlemen who rushed to investigate send back any notices?"

"Huh? So fast?"

After Kingsley heard this, he immediately raised his head in surprise and glanced in the direction of the mist again.

"No, there is no news at all from the two exploration teams, and no one has come back."

"Compared to them, although I walked in a straight line, it took a lot of time on the way. Logically speaking, they should be faster than me..."

Harry couldn't help but frown at this moment, as if he was a little worried about those Aurors who were willing to sacrifice themselves, but he immediately shook his head.

"Forget it, maybe it doesn't necessarily mean that something happened..." he said, "Kingsley, there is actually another more important thing."

"What's the matter?" Kingsley asked immediately.

"It's related to those living corpses that have been knocked down by our spell and lost the ability to move," Harry replied. "Those... well, how should I say? 'Corpse'? In short, they are in contact with the diffuse atmosphere.

After the fog of the past, it actually climbed up from the ground again!"

"What?"

This time, it was Sirius who showed surprise. As someone who had actually knocked down many living corpses on the front line, he would naturally have a deeper feeling about this situation of the enemy being "resurrected" again.

To be honest, just turning the dead into living corpses once is enough to frighten people. Who would have thought that those living corpses could stand up again after falling down?

"Harry, what are the details? How did those corpses 'get up' from the ground this time?" Sirius asked quickly, "Under this clearing attack, many living corpses even had their bodies incomplete.

ah!"

That's right, it's not just the extremely sharp Gryffindor Sword that can tear those living corpses apart. For example, the powerful enough Segmentation Curse and the Thunderbolt Explosion Curse, etc., if the strength reaches a certain level, even the corners of clothes may not be able to be broken apart.

Can stay.

"How do you get up?"

Under Sirius's questioning, Harry seemed to recall some of the unpleasant scenes he had seen at that time, and then he wrinkled his nose and said:

"How do I put it? It's like putting it together like children's building blocks... Well, to be precise, it's like forcibly putting together several inappropriate building blocks... that kind of feeling."

"Hiss," Sirius couldn't help but subconsciously said after hearing this, "Sewing people up? It sounds like those radical alchemists in the past who tried to touch the restricted area of ​​life... It's really unpleasant!"

Just when Harry and Sirius both looked disgusted, Kingsley waved his hand and said:

"In any case, from now on, our side must reduce casualties as much as possible. After all, it is undoubtedly a very difficult thing to collect the remains on the battlefield, but if we leave it alone, more will be created as soon as the fog passes.

Many enemies."

"As for how to solve the problem of resuscitation... By the way, Sirius, didn't you just mention the living alchemy that appeared in the Middle Ages? Please go back to Spiral Town immediately and ask someone who is good at alchemy.

Just watch it!"

"Yeah, too!"

Sirius said, and was about to help Harry go to the back to find a therapist, and then run to Spiral Town. But Harry stopped him from reaching for his hand, shook his head slightly and said:

"I can leave on my own, Sirius, just go back! If this problem cannot be solved in time, the army of living zombies will only increase in number and become more and more difficult to stop... When the number increases to a certain level, it will be too late!

"

"Are you... okay?"

Sirius looked at Harry, then towards the fog that was still approaching and the frontline clearance teams that had begun to retreat alternately, and finally nodded.

"Kingsley, let me go back first."

Before he finished speaking, with the space distorting for a moment, Sirius apparated away.

"Potter, can you really walk alone?"

"It's okay, Kingsley!" Harry said, "I'm just a little tired. I'll go back to the front line after a while."

In fact, Harry didn't lie. Although he was indeed injured a little, it was just a big bite on his arm.

And to be honest, the encounter with Aunt Petunia among the zombies was the biggest reason why he looked so tired.

"call"

After looking back for a moment at the group of living corpses in the distance, Harry dragged his heavy steps straight towards the treatment area at the very back.