harry potter book of crimes

Ron feels very bad now.

It wasn't because of the bumpy ride while being held up by the collar - although that was also very fatal, but even if his whole body seemed to be about to fall apart, with his self-healing ability, he could endure it and take a break and it would be over.

The problem actually arose after he was led by the two high-level zombies and merged with the "swallowing" in the mouth of the dead wind.

It must be said that in fact, after he had personally assumed the identity of the head of the stronghold and planned to meet the owner of this group of living corpses on behalf of Hermione, he had not thought that he would probably have a particularly unforgettable event, or even a...

A terrible experience of going without returning.

However, when he was really forced to fall into a group of living corpses so quickly, he realized that imagination and reality are often very different.

"It's...too bad...it smells so bad." Ron, walking surrounded by living corpses, couldn't help but mumbled in a voice that only he could hear clearly, "Harry, he was fighting with living corpses in this environment.

Fighting? This is not easy."

But he never expected that his words would be heard exactly by the high-level living corpse Shifeng who was walking not far away.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to care much about his slanderous remarks about the lower-level zombies in front of him.

"Yes, this is also the gap of 'wisdom'." I heard Death Wind leaning a little closer and walking side by side with Ron, "The master once said, 'Dirty does not necessarily mean a person is dirty.

This is a bad thing, because living corpses are different from humans. They will not get sick or even die because their bodies are dirty. Fundamentally, there is no need to keep them clean. However, you must learn to manage your own image and make yourself look good and match the rules of the world.

The state of intelligent creatures is cognition, understanding, perception and...'uh, with what?"

"...and one of the most basic abilities needed to judge the world."

Deathwind failed to recite the last sentence, but was picked up by a female voice behind him very smoothly. However, Ron did not need to look back, because there was only one woman here who could speak.

Oh, if the sister who "swallows" the twins can still be called "female".

"Dead Wind, even if the master gives you the second task, there is no need for you to say so many words to a mere human, right? Don't you know? Humans are extremely cunning, and their language will not be able to speak to you.

We have a negative impact!”

It can be heard from these words that it really doesn't have any favorable impressions of human beings... Well, it seems that this cannot be said. After all, no living corpse has any favorable impressions of human beings. This is true of Death Wind.

In fact, the same is true.

Therefore, perhaps it can be said to be more serious - the elder sister of the twins seems to be absolutely wary and disgusted with human beings.

On the other hand, the Death Wind, although it also had no favorable impressions of humans, seemed somewhat indifferent.

"Swallow, I don't think you need to be like this. You've always made the atmosphere tense along the way." It glanced at Ron beside it, then curled its lips and said, "It's just a human being.

It's just that he is still such a weak human being. Even if he has wisdom, I don't think he is much smarter - a truly wise person should not be much lower in strength, just as powerful as his master!"

Although the long-haired girl seemed to have some objections to Death Wind, she still seemed to agree very much with the latter's words, so she did not speak to refute him.

Of course, it might be that she didn't want Ron to hear any more of her words.

As for Ron, who was walking next to Death Wind... To be honest, while listening to the conversation between the two parties, he felt really uneasy.

Perhaps, Death Wind's contempt for him can be something he can take advantage of, right?

It's a pity that if you were as smart as Hermione, you might be able to come up with a plan at a time like this. But what if he was Ron Weasley... Even though he has indeed improved a lot over the years,

After all, he still couldn't do this.

"I'm just a useless idiot," Ron secretly rolled his eyes, looked at Death Wind beside him, and thought to himself, "What kind of wisdom? My IQ is probably about the same as this guy's."

Self-deprecating words like this are only interesting if you talk about them in front of close friends. But if you want to laugh at yourself in your heart like this, you will only get more depression and helplessness.

By the way, although the sister of the twins at the back was a woman, judging from her long flowing hair, she might have been really beautiful in life.

However, no matter how beautiful she was in the past, she has already become a living corpse now - that look looks good from a distance, but now that she is close, at least Ron has never looked back to take another look.

"well--"

I don't know if it was because of regret or something else, Ron couldn't help but sigh as he thought about it.

"What are you doing?" Iron Arm on the other side glared at him and said, "Be honest."

"I'm already very honest."

When Ron heard this, he couldn't help but feel speechless.

The army of living zombies was not moving very fast, especially without the forcible control of "Arrogance", the whole team seemed a bit scattered.

However, these guys will never get tired after all. Walking like this non-stop, Ron felt that sooner or later he would not be able to stand it anymore.

"Well...Mr. Deathwind," he thought for a moment before finally speaking, "We are going to see your master now, right? Can you tell me where exactly we are going?"

"Huh? Didn't I tell you?" Death Wind pointed forward, "It's over there. It used to be called...'London'?"

"London, London?"

Although he was already prepared in his heart, after hearing this accurate answer, Ron couldn't help showing a bitter expression.

"In other words, we have to walk to London on our legs like this?"

"It will be much faster to let the iron arms carry you," Death Wind said casually, "But didn't you think it was uncomfortable to be carried by the iron arms before? When I stopped just now, I thought you were going to die."

"Uh, is it... right?"

Ron said sadly:

"Forget it."

But just as Ron and Deathwind were talking to the older sister of the pair, during the entire process, a pair of eyes were fixed on Ron's back, looking at him carefully whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The army of zombies is still moving forward, its destination is London, and Ron still doesn't know what is waiting for his arrival there.