harry potter book of crimes

"Stop! Don't scare people."

When Ron really thought he was about to be killed, just such a sentence saved his life - with the extremely strong living corpse in front of him, he had no doubt that the other party could easily kill him.

He tore off his own head! And with his little self-healing ability, he couldn't put the fallen head back on again.

Hearing the voice coming from behind him, Ron glanced back slightly, but still didn't dare to really look back. But at least he knew that the person coming was the living corpse who could control the airflow to fight the devil.

"Come here quickly."

The voice said something again. Before Ron could figure out whether the other person was speaking to him, he saw the big man in front of him lowering his head and staring at him a few more times before walking around him.

He walked towards his companion.

In this regard, Ron's spirit still did not dare to relax at all. He did not dare to escape, because he knew that he would definitely not be able to escape in this situation, so he could only follow the opponent's figure, little by little.

He turned around, not daring to take his eyes off the big man for a moment.

But at this moment, the living corpse who could control the airflow spoke again:

"Don't forget, you have 'grown a brain', don't think about killing humans all day long like those low-level similar people! We are 'high-level' zombies, understand? Also, the master said

, try to use your mouth as much as possible in daily communication - if you are punished by the master when you go back, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

It was as if the big man had said something just now. It was just answering and advising. Ron felt a little strange because he had never heard the big man speak.

But until now, the big man reluctantly nodded and said in a deep voice:

"knew."

"If you know, get out of here!"

The high-level living corpse that had fought with "Arrogance" actually still had some serious injuries, but its status was obviously higher than that of the big guy. In front of it, the tall and muscular big guy was a little bit taller.

No one dared to disobey.

After the big man was easily pushed away, Ron looked at the other party with some anxiety and took two more steps forward, coming to him in person.

"Human...um...hello?"

To be honest, Ron couldn't feel any kindness from the guy in front of him, and his appearance - messy withered hair, skin as pale as a corpse, and half of his face covered with blue and black blood vessels and meridians

The face is really scary up close.

This guy is obviously not very used to communicating with humans. It can be seen that it is just forcing itself to try to adapt to this reciprocal relationship.

I don’t know... what exactly I am planning.

But no matter what, it is always good to be willing to communicate and able to communicate.

"Uh, hello." Ron nodded quickly after being stunned for a moment.

"Well," when the other party saw this, he couldn't help but twitch his lips, probably smiled, and then spread his hands to the big man next to him, "He is 'Steel Arm', and I am called 'Death Wind'

——The master said that it would be more convenient to have a name, and you can also call us that. Then...are you willing to stay and chat with me for a few words?"

When Ron heard this, he couldn't help scratching his head and said with a subtle expression:

"This...can I say 'unwilling'?"

However, before he finished speaking, the big man standing aside immediately raised his arms and struck each other, making a "clang" sound like gold and iron clashing.

Now Ron finally understood why this guy got the name "Steel Arm".

"Okay, okay! Mr. Steel Arm...er, and Mr. Deathwind, I understand - we can sit down and talk. Oh, by the way, my name is Ron Weasley, you two call me

Just Ron."

"That would be great, Ron...sir?"

The living zombie Deathwind nodded again, seemingly very satisfied. And then, Ron saw the "steel arm" also nodded, and then immediately sat down on the rain-soaked

On muddy ground.

"boom!"

When Deathwind saw it, he gave it a kick without hesitation.

"Get up! Don't get dirty. Master hates guys who don't like to be clean."

"So what if it's clean..."

The big man muttered, but did not dare to really refute. He could only stand up from the ground again, and stood behind the boss again like an iron tower. He just looked at the muddy water dripping down behind his buttocks.

He looked like someone who was in a hurry and missed the bathroom, which made Ron feel a little disgusted.

But at this moment, the "Dead Wind" probably didn't bother to pay attention to it anymore, so it simply turned a blind eye and continued to look at Ron.

"The thing is actually like this," it looked at Ron and said, "Originally, we were sent here by the master with two main tasks - the first is to snatch back what should belong to the master from the hands of the devil.

'Property', that is, the army of living corpses. This mission has been completed so far, and my companions are bringing them back. The second mission is to have a battle with you, the 'boss' of the human stronghold.

...How do you say that word...Oh, it's 'negotiation'."

"Talk about...negotiation?"

"That is to say, 'invite' those of you who are responsible to go see our master."

The dead wind seemed to be worried that it had mixed up the word and Ron didn't understand it, so it explained it specially. Then, it returned to the topic and continued:

"However, the demons are really powerful. Even if we take action and even lose two of our companions, your stronghold is still gone... I originally wanted to take a rest here and then chase your team, but I didn't

I didn't expect there was one of you left here who didn't leave."

Having said this, it couldn't help but look Ron up and down.

"Are you the person in charge here? Hmm... It doesn't look like it. You are too weak. The two humans who attacked the demon with me were obviously much stronger - you have to take me to see them!"

"Well."

The feeling of being looked down upon by a high-level living zombie is actually very strange. After all, this guy is indeed very strong. Even if he is scolded as useless, Ron really can't feel much aggrieved.

However, if he was asked to take such a dangerous guy to the retreating team to find Hermione... No, he absolutely couldn't do that! If he really did that, even Merlin might not know what would happen.

"No, there's no need to go to such trouble!" Ron hesitated in his mind, and then said as if he was ready to fight, "I'll just go with you to see your master! I... am the 'boss' of this stronghold!"

"you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the big man "Steel Arm" stared at him and snorted with extreme contempt.

"Look what I do! Whether I can be the person in charge of the stronghold depends not on combat ability, but on 'wisdom'! What do you know, you guy!"