harry potter book of crimes

For many people, the terrifying shadow brought about by this disaster seems to be getting closer and closer. Even people with great foresight like Madame Maxime know that some things cannot be rushed, but in their hearts they have always been

They are all anxious.

Maxim is very anxious, Hermione is very anxious, the Ministry of Magic in various European countries is very anxious, and the various Muggle presidents and prime ministers are also very anxious... As time goes by, the world seems to be enveloped by a huge shadow.

Only a handful of people who are lucky enough to stand in the cracks of light can see the sun and at the same time look less anxious and exhausted.

For example, Miss Luna Lovegood, who is a little more impulsive, but still in a clear mind; another example, is the lady who stands in silence on the square in front of Buckingham Palace, feeling inexplicably lonely and free.

Tall black figure.

Nowadays, the entire UK is covered by thick clouds, and leaden gray clouds can be seen everywhere, vaguely exuding some kind of mysterious and heavy atmosphere.

But here - looking up at Buckingham Palace in London, the city of icicles, you can see a blue sky wall.

This is currently one of the "only" places in the UK where you can see the sky.

Right now, the black figure was looking through the icicles, looking up from a distance, looking at the blue sky that made him feel a little nostalgic. Even if the sun fell on his body, he could no longer feel the warmth, and even felt deep in his soul.

He felt uncomfortable everywhere, but he still stared greedily at the small patch of sky.

"Owner."

Suddenly, a voice came from in front of him, interrupting the complicated thoughts in the figure's heart. He finally lowered his head slightly and glanced at the high-level living corpse who bowed in front of him to show respect.

Then he nodded slightly.

"Well," although he was interrupted from looking up at the sky, he was not angry. He just asked calmly and indifferently, "Is there another one ready?"

"Yes, Master." The other party replied immediately.

Before he finished speaking, the figure nodded again, then waved his hand and said:

"Bring it here!"

After saying this, the tall black figure with inhuman aura suddenly turned around and walked step by step towards the gate of Buckingham Palace.

He is not in a hurry, and he also knows that there are some things that cannot be rushed. But what is different from Maxim is that he not only understands, but also seems to be very clear about what he should do, what he wants to do, and what he has not yet done.

, so there was no hesitation at all.

After entering the main hall and walking along the spacious aisle in the middle to the throne on the steps at the back, he suddenly turned around and leaned on the armrest as lazily and casually as usual.

"Going to work again?"

A gloomy and somewhat old voice sounded from the shadows in a corner of the hall, passing through the four silent zombies who had returned to take charge of guarding, and fell into the ears of the figure on the throne without any hindrance.

"Shut up."

The cold and stiff reply really instantly overwhelmed the owner of the voice, causing the other party to stop talking and continue talking.

After a while, there was a slight but cautious sound of footsteps outside the door again, and while they stopped, they stood at the door to block some light.

"Master, brought it here."

"Let it come in by itself! You can go back."

"yes."

Not long after, as the sound of footsteps faded away again, a thin figure in ragged clothes walked in from the door.

This is a living corpse, a high-level living corpse, and a high-level living corpse that has just advanced - the clothes it is wearing are obviously still the same as when it was alive, but it is just because of wandering and living for such a long time.

The battle has long since become ragged.

But if you look carefully, you can still see something... Obviously, this newly promoted high-level zombie should have been an ordinary Muggle girl who was still in school.

Since they died once and became living corpses in the mist or under the clouds, the difference between each individual is actually no longer as great as the original Muggles and wizards. The corpses of wizards can become living corpses,

Muggle corpses can also become living corpses, and the dismantling and reconstruction of the remaining souls makes the distinction in talent less obvious and more thorough.

Although there is still a gap in the potential of each individual, at least every relatively intact corpse can almost always become a living corpse, and every ordinary living corpse theoretically has the opportunity to evolve into a high-level living corpse.

And perhaps because of this, the figure currently sitting lazily on the throne has been sending his zombies out to gather more of their kind - even the high-level zombies

The probability of birth is not high, but the base number is large. As long as there is some guidance, more and more high-level living zombies can be made.

However, for the man on the throne, it seems that just continuously increasing the number of high-level living corpses is not enough.

"Come, come here and let me take a look."

Although he knew that this living corpse had just opened up a certain level of intelligence and could not understand the language at all, he still habitually spoke casually with his slightly hoarse and thick voice instead of speaking with a living corpse.

The spiritual communication method between corpses.

However, although the girl's living corpse did not understand, it saw the strong man on the throne waving gently. After hesitating for a moment in confusion, it then opened its eyes with still blank eyes.

, walked over somewhat tentatively.

Before the living corpse developed intelligence, it basically acted based on instinct. It seemed to intuitively feel a sense of intimacy and belonging in the other person, and walked blankly through the hall, towards the darkness above the steps.

Walk in.

Soon, the newly advanced high-level living corpse girl came to the front of the throne with dirty, tangled hair and a stench all over her body.

"Well, she seems to have some aura, and her eyes are very beautiful."

The Lord of Living Corpses, who always emphasizes cleanliness and tidiness in front of his subordinates, is not disgusted at all by the dirty smell of his body. He naturally pushes the other party's messy hair away and faces the still dirty face...

Especially the eyes on the face that looked away.

It was a pair of somewhat dull eyes, similar to most other living corpses. However, even if it was only very occasionally, you could still occasionally see a hint of agility.

"It's a pity that the skin of the living zombies is always so bad... Even though they are transformed from corpses, they are still too ugly, right?"

While muttering this, the figure suddenly stood up, casually took the dirty hand of the zombie girl, turned around and led her towards the back of the throne.