harry potter book of crimes

Ron is probably the second human being in the world to see the London icicles with his own eyes.

Huge and crystal clear ice shrouded the entire city, reaching from bottom to top into the sky. As for the damage on that side, it actually made it more asymmetrical in beauty.

Of course, Ron seemed to have seen it, but at the moment he didn't necessarily have much time to appreciate the magnificent beauty of this city of icicles. Because he only felt that he might really be about to die.

I don’t know what is going on with the air flow controlled by the dead wind. It seems to contain a corrosive power against the soul. With this power, it will definitely not have much effect on demons, but if someone like Ron is

An ordinary wizard, just the full contact along the way would have caused him extreme pain.

At this moment, when the living dead wind finally landed in front of the city of London, and took away the airflow surrounding Ron, Ron immediately collapsed and became weak.

Seeing this, Shifeng couldn't help but lift his right foot and gently push his calf, and said casually:

"How is it? Not dead yet?"

Ron heard this, but he didn't have the strength to answer at the moment. He could only lie on the ground and gasp for air to show that he at least still had breath.

It seemed that he had confirmed that Ron would probably not really die here, and Deathwind felt a little more relieved. He was not in a hurry to drag the half-dead Ron to meet his master. He just looked around and looked at it.

The surrounding zombie minions were still wandering back and forth according to the planned route, and then they nodded slightly.

The inner suburbs of the Southern District are his territory, and of course he doesn't want anything to go wrong in his territory - the owner sometimes comes and goes from his side when entering and exiting the city, especially since the rather powerful human witch came last time.

After that, the owner came in and out from here obviously more often.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head and look towards the entrance of the city.

It can be seen that the hole dug out by the witch in the ice wall that was originally frozen into a wall has now turned into a formal passage similar to a city gate. Enter through this tall and spacious passage and go all the way.

If you walk forward, you can walk directly to the square in front of the master's palace.

There is no doubt about the importance of this entrance, so Death Wind, who has been trusted by the owner and entrusted with the important task of guarding the main entrance, even feels very privileged and proud.

However, he soon saw that his eyes were at the main entrance and then left, glancing around there a few times. Obviously, what he wanted to check was not the entrance to the passage, but something else.

Suddenly, Death Wind, who seemed to have noticed something, suddenly raised his head and looked above the doorway. Then he saw a thin figure emerging silently from the blue-white ice wall, and appeared in front of it.

After a slight jump, it landed firmly on the road in front of the main entrance passage with a "clack" sound.

"Deathwind, you came back so soon? Didn't you 'return' under the hands of the devil?"

Seeing the thin figure talking in a strange tone while walking briskly towards him, Death Wind felt a little uncomfortable.

It's not that living corpses don't have any emotions, but except for some negative and extreme emotions, most of them are lacking, so they often appear a little cold. But for some reason, after hearing the other party's words, Death Wind felt a little unhappy - this

Guys, human languages ​​are not as good as mine, but their wisdom is no worse than mine, and maybe, probably, maybe even stronger than mine.

Just like now, this guy's words are very jerky, but they are mixed with some cleverness, making his words more sarcastic.

As for the word "return", there is nothing surprising - there is no such thing as death among the living zombies, because they are just corpses. Even if they are defeated, they will just "return" to a corpse again. Even there

Shrouded in leaden clouds, as long as the bodies are still intact enough, they are likely to "alive" again after a period of time.

Of course, when the time comes, it will only be able to return to the most ordinary living corpse, and even the memory will be greatly mutilated or even completely lost. For each individual, the difference from human death is not as different as it seems on the surface.

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Therefore, the word "return" is probably the harshest curse used against living corpses.

However, facing the words of the guy in front of him, Deathwind, apart from being a little unhappy, was not too angry. After glaring at the guy fiercely, he waved his hand at the guy and said:

"Bingling, please continue to guard here for a while. After I send this 'Mr. Weasley' to the master, I will come back to you to change the guard."

Since Death Wind, who was originally in charge of the territory outside the "main gate", is out on a mission, he naturally needs other high-level zombies to guard the place. Although the fellow named "Bing Leng" in front of him has a venomous mouth, he is very powerful.

It should not be underestimated, and now that the city of London is shrouded in icicles, this guy can better display his strength.

Before Deathwind went out to perform his mission, the other party was responsible for guarding the giant gap in the north, which shows that the master also recognized his combat ability.

So Death Wind's idea is actually very simple. The person recognized by the master is his companion. And there is no need to worry too much about companions.

"Well, the master is in the palace."

The "Bing Leng" nodded, and did not ridicule him any more. He just looked at the human who collapsed at Death Wind's feet with some curiosity, and then curled his lips.

"Weak."

Having said that, Bing Leng obviously didn't know what mission his master assigned to Death Wind, so he didn't care too much about Ron's weak strength. He just said something disdainfully and waved at Death Wind.

He waved his hand and said:

"Go quickly! The master must already know about your return. Don't delay the master's time - maybe the master will go out again soon!"

"That's right," Deathwind nodded immediately after hearing this, "I can't let the master wait for me... Hey, Weasley, get up quickly! You've almost rested, it's time to go into the city."

That's what Death Wind said, but with this little effort, Ron could never recover. However, under the urging of the other party, he did not dare to lie down and pretend to be dead anymore, so he could only push himself up and crawl from the ground.

He got up. Just looking at his swaying appearance, he was afraid that if a gust of wind blew, he would fall down again.

Waves of nausea were rising from Ron's soul, and his whole body was sore and weak, which made him complain secretly in his heart.

But now, he finally had the experience to raise his head and take a look at the city of London that he should be familiar with.

"Uh...huh? What a big popsicle!"