harry potter book of crimes

Haierbo also longed for sunshine.

However, when a person is buried underground and has been with the darkness for thousands of years, there are many things that he will gradually get used to without even realizing it.

Nowadays, he even hates the bright sun.

So he likes this kind of gray fog very much now. This fog bred from a large number of incomplete souls can not only create living corpses for him, but can also filter out most of the annoying sunlight in the sky. Even on a clear day

, at this glance it seemed as if there were dark clouds, and it was so gloomy that it was soothing.

"Hoo..."

Suddenly, a passing living corpse, probably squeezed by other companions, staggered towards Haierbo. However, Haierbo obviously didn't pay too much attention, and just grabbed and broke the neck of the living corpse, and then

He threw it aside casually.

The living corpse was obviously not dead...or, in other words, just breaking the neck bone was far more than allowing it to return to the ranks of corpses.

It was seen lying on its back on the road, staring blankly at the gray sky. Its mouth opened and closed slightly unconsciously, its throat vibrated, and it made meaningless moans.

These walking corpses that seem to have lost their souls are all new batches of living corpses born after the previous explosion. The fog is thicker than before the explosion, so the transformation of living corpses no longer needs to start from the dead.

Shrouded in gray fog, the Muggle residents of Kent County were affected overnight.

And this is the biggest reason why the Blois family's spies were outside the foggy area and didn't even find a single refugee who escaped from it.

At present, countless newly born living corpses are gathering silently towards Haierbo's position.

"hiss"

Suddenly, Haierbo, who was standing on the street, raised his head, which became more ferocious due to the defect, and suddenly opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

At that moment, a large amount of gray mist seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance, and it went straight into his abyss-like throat. After more than ten seconds, he stopped swallowing the mist, closed his eyes slightly and silently

He stood there for a moment.

It can be seen that the gray mist he swallowed just now obviously promotes the repair of his injuries. Countless black granules are constantly squirming at the huge wounds on his body. If others see it, they will definitely feel good for a while.

Scalp numbness.

However, Haierbo was still not satisfied.

It was seen that after he opened his eyes and looked down at the wound, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"That boy McClain..."

Just as Maka had guessed at the time, this devil's body was indeed incomplete. After last night's risk-taking confrontation with the meteorite, Maka's pursuit, and the plot of Gryffindor's sword that had been calculated in advance

Damn, this body has been damaged to its core.

"But it's okay," Haierbo said with a smile, stroking the granulation on the wound, "at least judging from the results obtained so far, everything is worth it."

Before he finished speaking, he saw him casually pushing aside the living corpse blocking his way and continuing to walk along the street.

"McLean, I'm waiting for you."

…

Naturally, the outside world has no way of knowing what happened in the huge fog in Kent, even the spies of Blois Castle and Sirius who patrolled the outside every day.

Until now, no one has dared to set foot in it easily.

"crunch"

With a rather harsh sound, the door of the warehouse was opened slightly, and Sirius returned with the team responsible for midday patrol.

"How is it going?"

Seeing Sirius come in, Harry, who was sitting on the old sofa and carefully wiping his sword, couldn't help but raise his head and looked towards the door.

In fact, Gryffindor's sword does not require maintenance, because it will always remain as bright as a silver mirror. It can be said that what Harry wants to clean is probably not the sword in his hand, but him.

's heart.

"not so good!"

Sirius asked everyone to go and rest, and he sat down next to Harry, crossed his legs and narrowed his eyes and said:

"The surroundings of the foggy area are still the same. There is not even a single figure... I think that the towns shrouded in fog have all been destroyed."

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly waved his hand slightly and said instead:

"There's another thing... Hey, the cities around the foggy area have begun to evacuate their residents, probably because of the Muggle Queen's order."

"Oh?" Harry nodded subconsciously when he heard this, "It is also a good thing to remove the innocent Muggle residents as soon as possible. In recent days, there have been too many victims."

However, Sirius curled his lips, his tone seemed to be sarcastic and helpless.

"Where can they move to?"

"but"

Harry seemed to want to say something, but when his words reached his lips, they turned into a sigh. After a short moment of silence, he seemed to remember something again and asked:

"Is there any sign of the Muggle military stationed at the edge of the fog?"

When Sirius heard him ask this question, he immediately shook his head.

"Those Muggle leaders are struggling in their hearts...According to Maka, they 'dare' not get too deep into this disaster..."

"Isn't it deep enough?" Harry said in disbelief, "Most of Kent is gone! If it's not deep enough, then how can it be considered too deep?

'Woolen cloth?"

But Sirius shrugged and spread his hands.

"Honestly, I don't know. After all, I don't know much about Muggle things! However, Maka obviously has a deeper understanding of the Muggle world, and that guy Kingsley... this kind of thing

Let them figure it out!"

"Oh... it's terrible to feel so little knowledge!" Harry couldn't help scratching his head as he thought about it, "Speaking of which, I can still be considered a Muggle-born! But think about it carefully.

, but found that I don’t seem to understand the Muggle world at all.”

"Don't worry," Sirius reached out and patted his godson's shoulder, and said with a carefree smile, "I am a pure-blood, but do you think how much I know about the wizarding world? 'Despicable Halbo'?"

To me, that’s just a character that only appears in fairy tales!”

He first used himself as an example, and then he calmly said:

"We just need to try our best to do what we can do. Everyone has what they are good at, and everyone has their responsibilities... Okay, let's get ready! It will be time for you to patrol in a while

Already."