"Hmm ... hiss ..."

Near the outskirts of London, a bush on the main road suddenly heard a chilling sound. Then accompanied by a whisper of movement, a figure half squatted and kneeled out of the grass.

"I'm ... why didn't I die?"

That's Ron, that's right, Ron, who had previously suffered a smash spell from the Black Wizard and was left in the same place to die.

I just do n’t know why, he actually survived this time after being bombarded with a blast spell in the church last time.

"Uh ... it's as if I wish I had died!"

Although his heart was full of confusion, after all, the feeling when he was hit by the Smash Curse at the back still remains in his mind.

The numbness of the entire back and even the abdominal cavity, as well as the semi-solidified large blood stains still left on the clothes and in the grass, are enough proof of how severe the injury was then.

Obviously, even with such a large amount of bleeding, he can completely leave him with two deaths!

But ... isn't this dead yet?

"but"

Ron still lay on the road with some weakness, moved his back slightly, and felt a sting immediately. Honestly, the pain is much lighter than before the faint, but it still shows that the injury is still residual.

In other words, compared with the previous time, the recovery is still restored, and the healing effect is obviously not as good as the first time in the church.

"Forget it, anyway ... Although I don't know why, but can I now think ..." Ron felt the tingling sensation and whispered to himself, "Even if I was fatally injured Will not die? "

But after a little thought, he quickly shook his head.

"Still don't think so beautiful, it is estimated that there is something abnormal in the recovery ability, and it seems that the healing rate of the wound is slower than the last time ... Then, why is this?"

Thinking of this, Ron climbed up from the ground with some effort, holding the tree beside him to stand firm. After reclining on the trunk and resting for a while, feeling that his feet seemed to be more powerful, he couldn't help realizing that the inexplicable recovery of the weight seemed to have not stopped, and the remaining injuries on the back were still being repaired a little With.

He leaned against the trunk, raised his hands and clenched a little, and his sense of real strength gave him a sense of relief.

"baffling!"

With such a complaint in his mouth, Ron's heart was a little more joyful and content, even if the resilience might be temporary.

After all, being trapped among his growing buddies over the years, he has imagined more than one great improvement he has made.

Even within a short period of time, Ron was always eager to become "special." The mediocre and weak, he had already had enough of the days of crisis and dodging, and he needed protection all day long!

"Although ... the light can't be beaten, but it can't be beaten yet, can this be regarded as 'getting stronger'?"

While waiting to restore some strength, he wondered what kind of mentality it should be to be a "hard-shell turtle". By the way, he touched his body, which seemed to be a little strange.

Suddenly, his right hand, who felt his chest, paused suddenly, and then hurriedly reached out and pulled out his collar. When he found that he had only pulled out a silver chain with a small bottle cap from it, the scene when he had received the relic donated by Professor Dumbledore flashed in his mind.

"Ah! Is that small bottle of ashes ...?"

Thinking of this, he was busy pulling away the collar that had long been broken by the explosion spell of the black wizard, and looked down at his chest. There was an indelible gray mark on the skin just where the vial had fallen.

Yes, it ca n’t be wiped off, it ’s like a tattoo directly on the skin. Although it looks like a gray stain left by not bathing all the year round, people ca n’t think of him Become quite abnormal physical recovery ability.

"Ah ... is it related to this? Or is it just broken by chance?"

The pain behind the treatment completely disappeared, and my physical strength was further restored. Although the current state is far from being fully recovered, he obviously can't wait any longer.

"Time is running out!"

With all the confusion in the happy mess and no reliable answer, Ron finally stopped staying and wasted time, and turned on the way to London.

Those guys who had been blocking the junction before are gone, which means that he can stop thinking about how to pass.

"Maca ... Where are you? You have to find you as soon as possible ... Ah, I don't know how long I just fell asleep just now"

"Well, at least it's still bright!"

...

Seriously, the location of Maca and Haierbo is actually easy to find.

Because they are moving all the time, but no matter where they hit, they will suffer and make a lot of noise.

In this case, it is obviously easy to judge whether it is those black wizards who try hard to avoid, or Ron who wants to find Maca early.

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Not long after, even though it couldn't be seen too far because of the cover of the mist, the amazing sound of the hand-to-hand battles still led Ron all the way to the edge of a block that had become a ruin.

"boom"

Cold, Ron had just arrived here and felt that the ground under his feet was trembling, as if a giant kicked him nearby.

Hold your body slightly a bit ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Ron reached out and held the outer wall of the street shop, looking around for a week.

nobody! The sound of the fighting continued again and again, and there was an occasional scary crack on the street pavement, but he could not see half a figure.

"Maca ... should I be here? Are you fighting Heilbo? Invisible?"

Several consecutive questions passed in his head one by one, Ron opened his mouth, but still did not dare to speak at will. He wanted to call Maca to see if Maca was hiding in the vicinity; but the thought of his own words might affect the battle of Maca, and maybe even cause the other party to suffer unnecessary harm.

But in the next moment, suddenly, a figure appeared from the center of the street not far away.

"Ron?"

Maca stopped momentarily from the high-speed movement, and turned to look at the familiar figure on the side of the road who shouldn't have appeared here.

"Ron ... really you?"