Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the southeast suburbs of London, living corpses are surging like the ocean.

Commanded by Kingsley, a number of elite sorcerer-led puppet troops worked hard to block a large number of enemies, and the spell was thrown into the living corpse like a rain.

At the same time, there were also some dead people who would cast magic in the corpses, shooting a horrible and deadly curse relentlessly towards the Qingying army.

A blast of explosions, a burst of smoke, and a roar ... Mixed in the place where the two armies confronted, even if the sun was shining at the moment, it only made people feel depression and confusion like the dark clouds and the thunder of thunder.

Those who have not been on the battlefield cannot appreciate the fear that even the company curled up behind the bunker may be killed by an attack that comes from nowhere.

However, everyone was clearly not overwhelmed by the pressure and still fighting with all their might. Casualties are unavoidable, but under an orderly plan and Kingsley ’s accurate and timely command, many players were rushed back to the battlefield for treatment after being injured.

Of course, this is the battlefield after all, no matter how good a commander can't completely avoid the sacrifice.

Some were killed by the killing curse on the spot, some were severely injured due to injuries during the temporary transport, and even some were accidentally hit by the enemy's curse to help the injured.

War is always cruel, whether it is a wizard war or a Muggle war.

"Attention! The team on the west side is not enough firepower, let Dicco increase their attack frequency! In this way, the corpse will go in the direction of Surrey County!"

Kingsley, who was sitting in the middle of the town, immediately issued the latest order after hearing the air team's report. At the same time, another spy coming from the east side of the battlefield suddenly said:

"Miss Tonks' team can't stand the front of the corpses--"

When Kingsley heard it, he immediately replied:

"Let Aberforth reinforce!"

"Sir, the main team responsible for resisting the movement of the corpses is still retreating. There is too much pressure ..."

"Let the reserve team also join the positive Qing!"

"Mr. Kingsley--"

Temporary reports arrived one after another, telling Kingsley disorderly the situation in various areas of the battlefield, and then he made the judgment as soon as possible.

A great sense of responsibility caused sweat beads to ooze on the forehead of a calm and calm person like Kingsley, but he could not relax for a moment.

Because as long as one of the messages is delayed, the cost may be more casualties.

And while chaos and order coexisted on the battlefield, and the light of various spells flickered frequently, a large amount of fog came from behind the living corpses from London.

That weird mist that always shrouded the city of London started to move!

Kingsley watched the mist in the distance approaching the battlefield a little bit, his brows frowning and tightening, even the sweat beads slipping from his forehead forgot to wipe.

"... Can it be Haierbo?"

Other possibilities are not absent, but what Kingsley first thought of was Haierbo himself.

Their group of sorcerers who cleared the dead had taken the initiative to take the risk that Haierbo might appear at any time. Once it was discovered that Haierbo also joined the battlefield, they had no choice but to "retreat".

"Communicate to the various teams, and as soon as you find Haierbo's figure, quickly evacuate the battlefield! Never hesitate!"

After having people go to give instructions around the battlefield, Kingsley himself waved slightly hesitantly at the Aurors responsible for protecting himself.

"Listen clearly, the following is just my request, you can not agree! And my request is ... I need someone to bypass the battlefield, go to the rear of the army of corpses, and first confirm the reason for the movement of the mist. This task It's very dangerous, because it's very likely that you'll meet Haierbo ... you think about it! "

However, just after Kingsley had finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice suddenly come from behind him.

"I go!"

"Mr. Potter?"

Kingsley glanced back, and suddenly saw Harry standing with his Gryffindor sword.

"Let me go!"

Looking at Kingsley who was a little stunned, Harry repeated the words immediately. But at the next moment, when Kingsley seemed to think something, he shook his head decisively.

"I don't know how you left Spiral Town, why did Lupin not stop you ... Of course, this is obviously not important anymore. However, this task of exploring the mist must not be entrusted to you."

"Why?" Harry heard and said loudly, "While in the town, Lupin didn't let me out; now you don't let me fight ... Kingsley, I already have enough strength Let me watch so many relatives and friends get hurt or even die ... I ... "

"Porter," Kingsley interrupted before he finished speaking. "When did I say I won't let you fight? I just think that with your current strength, the place to go should never be the fog Inside, it's the front line of Qingying Live Corps. "

"Frontline? Okay--"

Harry was surprised when Kingsley didn't mean to block himself. But soon, when he saw the Aurors protecting Kingsley, he couldn't help but swallow the "good" words back into his stomach.

"but……"

"Mr. Potter!" One of the Aurors looked at Harry, who was worried, and shook his head gently. "Secretary Shaker is right ... with your strength, the most effective one must be at war. At the forefront! As for those tasks where "everyone can die", let us do it! "

"Mr……"

"Porter ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ go!" Kingsley suddenly reached out and pointed forward to the battlefield. "While the fog has not yet entered the battlefield, go to reduce the number of enemies as much as possible ... Of course, pay attention For your own safety, you are the most valuable of us! "

This is war.

Harry gritted his teeth, and after saluting the Aurors, he darted into the battlefield without carrying the sword.

Kingsley and several Aurors watched his surprisingly strong figure infiltrate the crowd, paused slightly, and then forgotten again in the direction of London.

"Secretary, we will be divided into two teams, one team will enter the fog, and the other will follow the fog outside. If the first team does not come out and meet within the given time after entering, we will send someone back to report."

"Well," Kingsley turned his head, leaning slightly towards them like Harry had just said, "I'm sorry, I'll take care of you!"

"Don't say that, for the safety of the entire Qing army, our lives are nothing!"

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