Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The weather around London really means that when you turn your face, you turn your face.

I don't know if I'm making a notice in advance for the fog that is about to come over. The sky that was originally sunny gradually dim, and it didn't take long for the mist to rain.

The ground under the feet was wet with rain and gradually became slightly muddy.

However, this change in shade did not affect Harry, who had been inspired by the sacrifice of the Aurors just now.

After passing through the battlefield all the way, and directly from the back to the fiercest front of the war, he took the silver Gryffindor sword and rushed into the opposite corpse without hesitation.

Due to the large number of wizards trying to prevent the corpses from moving forward, the enemy density in the forefront is surprisingly high. He didn't even need to deliberately control the accuracy of the sword swing, just a flicking, sharp blade could pass over the bodies of several dead without hindrance.

Suddenly, Harry with a sharp blade was like a hungry wolf bursting into the flock. He just ripped a rip on the front line just by constantly wielding his sword, and broke in quite hard.

"Harry? Don't go too far—"

Sirius, who was leading the team's constant attack on the living corpses, inadvertently glimpsed Harry's back. But the other side rushed too fast, and he had only one time to shout, and saw that figure had disappeared into the enemy group.

And even Sirius, who has strong eyesight, only saw Harry slightly. At the forefront of this chaotic battlefield, there were obviously few people who could see Harry.

It's just ... Of course, even if everyone saw it, it probably wouldn't help. For example, Sirius at this moment, although extremely worried about Harry's safety, has nothing to do.

He was not Harry, and he had no melee weapon like the Gryffindor sword!

For modern wizards, abandoning long-range combat and choosing to get closer to the enemy is equivalent to the cowboy abandoning the revolver and choosing a white-bladed battle. Not to mention whether the cowboy is so stupid, at least when other people's bullets fly towards their own brains, don't regret it.

Then again, Harry wielding the Gryffindor sword is really amazing.

Especially when there are no other creatures except enemies around, just swing the blade as much as possible, and those living corpses will fall down one after another like wheat being harvested in the field.

Only a moment later, Harry almost rushed into the middle of the corpse.

However, even though he had inexplicably acquired extraordinary physical abilities from the Gryffindor sword, he was still human and did not become some strange non-human species like Haierbo. After struggling to wield the sword to knock down many living corpses, he was covered with dark red blood, and gradually showed his fatigue.

But compared to him, the Gryffindor sword, which is still bright as a mirror, is always "spiritual", which makes people realize that-Harry, who is holding a mighty blade today, is actually far from there. Recognized by the sword.

okay! Now that's what it's about, probably Harry himself.

"courage!"

Suddenly, the action was just a little bit slow, and he shouted loudly, and then the speed of the sword increased without decreasing. The sharp blade followed his dancing arm, chopped off Yusi, and swept away to the chest of the next enemy.

But at that moment, he suddenly stopped.

"Penny ... aunt?"

Yes, Little Huijin is right next to London, and it's just over ten miles from central London. When the Fog in London happened, the possibility that the Dursleys happened to be there was not small.

But these days, Harry had worried about everyone, but never thought about his uncle's and aunt's family.

No way, who made Dursley never leave a good impression on him?

However, Harry would have thought that he would never care about the poor relatives who kept him in the cupboard for ten years. But at the moment when he saw his aunty and messy aunt Zhang Yawu rushing towards him, the sharp sword in his hand suddenly stopped in midair.

At this moment, for the first time, Harry felt a little confused!

That's right, the hatred for Dursley and his aunt must have existed somewhere deep inside.

But to say whether he has hated to the extent that he is going to hack at the other side ...

"No, it's wrong ... it shouldn't be like this ..."

A lot of thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning while he saw the face across. Then, while talking to himself, he stepped back subconsciously.

In fact, Harry might also understand that his uncle Vernon could not care, at least his aunt, Penny Dursley, had a grace for him.

Whether it was because of fear of Dumbledore or a little sadness about his sister's death, at least Harry wasn't hungry since he was young. Although he didn't have his own birthday, Dudley was able to get some cakes and other things anyway during various festivals.

And those things, of course, Uncle Vernon could not take the initiative to give him, after all, Aunt Petunia was scolding him for no reason, while throwing them in front of him.

From a young age, even if he was still slow, he could even notice that his aunt had a certain complex and unspeakable feeling.

It's a pity that Harry didn't seem to know what the other person thought of his nephew.

Just as Harry took a step back and shook his head a few times, several living corpses stretched out his arms at him, all of a sudden he climbed onto him while he didn't swing his sword.

Then one of the corpses opened his mouth and bit his arm.

"hiss--"

In pain, Harry finally recovered from the chaotic thoughts of that moment. Seeing him in anxiety, he handed the Gryffindor sword to the left hand that was not bitten ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ according to his instincts, and then backhandedly stunned.

"Uh-"

With a slight cutting sound, several corpses crawling behind him fell to the ground immediately, but still clung to his robes.

"Let me go!"

Harry was obviously not the one who was still calm in the scuffle, but rather he was the type of Vietnam that was more emotional and surging.

The situation of being entangled by a living corpse and limiting his movements made him instantly irritable. The sword in his left hand kept dancing at that time, and the blood of the living corpse stabbed and cut by him splashed several feet high. .

Immediately, the already chaotic scene immediately became several times more chaotic.

"what!"

During a wild chop, Harry suddenly seemed to see something terrible, and couldn't help whispering among the corpses.

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