harry potter book of crimes

Nothing can be seen.

As soon as he rushed into the dusty area, Ron subconsciously closed his eyes forcefully, but fine dust still got into his eyes, causing tears to well up in his eyes.

The feeling of having a foreign object spinning under his nose is undoubtedly extremely uncomfortable, but Ron has no time to care about it. He has only one thought in his mind now, and that is to rush to the core of the formation as quickly as possible and immediately

Activate it to ensure that his impulse does not become a complete mistake.

However, if he doesn't use his eyes to confirm the route, how can he find the right place accurately?

He is not Safina or Delphi, who is not sensitive to magic power; he is not even Hermione, Luna, or Ginny, who does not understand the rune patterns based on ancient magic scripts. What he has,

It's probably just a body that may not die so easily... and an extremely unwilling heart, right?

"Which way? If I didn't go astray after I came in, I should be right in front... But I have to get around that huge demon first!"

Ron couldn't even open his mouth, and even if he barely covered his mouth and nose, breathing had already become a very difficult and painful thing. So even if he had something to say, he could only mutter randomly in his heart.

On normal days, he might be able to rummage around in his bag - I remember that in a certain Herbology class at Hogwarts, Professor Sprout taught everyone about puffing almonds and distributed it as a teaching material.

There are still a few dried and puffed almonds left for him. Holding them in your mouth can help people hold their breath a little longer.

But now, he couldn't even care about the tears in his eyes. How could he find the time to look for the shriveled almonds stuffed in the bag?

"Oops... maybe it's off track."

It is said that when people walk with their eyes closed, they often cannot walk in a straight line. Ron is not sure whether this is true. But when he thinks that he has not hit the damn devil until now... Although in fact he

But I didn't want to run into the other person at all, but something was obviously wrong now.

"Left or right? What should I do? Where should I go?"

Although he couldn't see anything with his eyes closed - even if he dared to open his eyes forcefully, he wouldn't be able to see through the endless dust in front of him. But "Angry" has such a huge body after all, and every move he makes will deeply impress those around him.

It was shocking. Ron couldn't tell the direction from the ubiquitous rumbling sound, but he knew that the other party must be nearby.

Maybe... maybe that giant creature will take a step this way in the next moment, causing him to die miserably at the opponent's feet in despair and frustration, without even the slightest ability to resist.

The danger of death was right around him, and the shadow of death had already enveloped the entire area. Ron didn't want to think about it anymore, because he knew very well that no matter how much he thought about it, it would be of no use.

As early as the moment he rushed here with all his strength, he had already entrusted his life and death to the illusory fate.

"Show me the way-"

Suddenly, Ron took out the wand in his hand, and cast a guiding spell even though he knew that he would be greatly disturbed. He felt the wand in his hand twist and turn a few times, and finally pointed at someone he didn't know if it was.

In the right direction, Ron clenched his wand again, then corrected his direction and continued running.

But not long after, Ron suddenly seemed to hear a strange voice.

"This way."

The voice didn't know where it came from, and its tone had no fluctuations, which made people feel particularly cold. Ron was stunned for a moment, but before he could figure it out, he felt that his sleeves were being pulled by something.

one time.

Who is it? Who is guiding me?

Ron didn't know and couldn't ask, and in such a helpless situation, he seemed to have no choice but to follow the other party's guidance.

After a slight pause in his steps, Ron no longer hesitated and immediately decided to trust the other party.

After running wildly for a short distance in the direction pointed out by the unknown guide, the other party pulled him several times. Naturally, Ron couldn't tell which direction he was heading in. He only knew

, the other party seemed to lead him gradually out of a winding arc, making a big circle.

If the other party hadn't pointed the wrong way, Ron felt that he should have gradually bypassed the huge body of "Wrath" and arrived at the core area of ​​the formation, right?

"Oh...cough cough cough..."

He didn't know what he tripped over suddenly. Ron was startled and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. When he opened his mouth, he immediately felt a large amount of sand and dust pouring into his mouth.

The unconscious short breath suddenly poured into his trachea, choking him so much that he felt like he was about to cough out his lungs.

But it was at this moment that he finally realized - could the thing that tripped him just now be the starting point reserved by Luna and the others? He had already arrived?

When he thought of this, even though his chest was still burning with pain, he ignored it and turned around to touch it.

Each rune node of this rune array is composed of a combination of pre-drawn rune cards. Simply burying it in the soil can largely avoid physical damage to the array before it is activated.

But only this core node of activation, in order to facilitate the determination of the location and quick utilization, it was replaced by the rune slate that had been eliminated by Hermione.

Fortunately, I don't know whether it was because Luna deliberately used a strong enough stone, or it was indeed not touched by "Wrath". When Ron found it now, he found that it was still intact, which saved the need.

Ron fumbled around and followed Hermione's advance instructions on the replacement procedure.

After groping through it to make sure there was no problem, Ron stretched out his wand towards the rune slate under his hand and silently recited the incantation to activate the formation.

At this point, there is no longer any reason to hesitate, even if he knows very well that after the formation is activated, he will be trapped in it like "Anger".

This was inevitable. He was not Neville's Silver Lion Patron Saint. He could not dissipate on the spot while completing the task, and be summoned again when Neville needed it.

"Harry should have already come in... I just hope he will leave me alone and just follow the plan to deal with the demon. Don't worry, I won't die... probably."

After falling down, Ron had no intention of getting up. He just sat down next to the rune slate extremely tired, praying secretly for Harry in his heart.

"And... who was the person who just showed me the way... who could it be?"