"what sound?"

"It's Muggle's gunfire! Go, look out—"

Although the sound rang only once, Harry immediately discerned the special sound. And listening to the movement, it seems that it is still close to here.

I saw him beckoning, and then rushed out of the mall.

"Probably here."

As soon as he went out, Harry took everyone immediately and turned to the left.

The thick fog made them unable to run too fast, because they had to be wary of obstacles that might appear at any time while they were running. After all, it would be silly to run into a tree and run into it.

After they got together and took a few steps along the sidewalk outside, Harry gave a little meal, then turned around into the alley next to the mall.

And also at this time ...

"boom!"

There was another shot, and the distance was getting closer-Harry bet, the man who shot was deep down the alley ahead. It was only because of the ubiquitous fog that they could not see where the other party was.

"Both lowered their body, and then they had to walk lightly and slowly."

Harry gestured toward the crowd behind him as agreed, then bowed his waist and began to carefully move forward against the wall.

"Who is there!"

However, it is clear that the other party is neither deaf nor stupid. It's so quiet here, even though they are now paying attention to the sound of footsteps, the movement of just now is still being heard by the other party.

Harry and others couldn't help but stop and looked at each other, and Ginny began to say:

"Don't worry, we're not malicious, we just came here to hear the gunshots ... Are you all right? What are you fighting?"

The words fell a little bit, but the other party didn't give any answer, which made Ginny pause after a little pause, and could not help but yell at the other party again.

And soon they knew why that person wasn't talking.

"move back--"

Harry stretched out his arms and stopped everyone behind him. At this moment, the people noticed that there were several deadly figures in the fog ahead. Look at the appearance of those personal figures dragging their steps, everyone knows that these are certainly not the people who just spoke.

"It's a living body!"

It seemed that the other party wanted Harry to take them away from him. And it is obvious that the other side's tricks were successful.

"Be careful."

Harry carried the Gryffindor sword, hesitated, but did not immediately use the power of the sword. He just stood in place, staring at the figures as he moved closer and closer, his figure gradually became clearer and clearer.

It can be seen that the living corpses are all ragged, and there is a small hole in one of the cheeks, and dark blood is slowly flowing out of it.

Needless to say, it must be a bullet hole.

Harry didn't dare to take this lightly, and after careful observation for a while, he dared to judge that these should only be very low-level living corpses. Life!

Only after realizing the evolution of these living corpses, Harry stepped forward step by step and directly raised the sharp sword in his hand.

Although the living corpses suddenly rushed forward after approaching a certain distance, they were not Harry's opponents at all.

With a few beeps, he simply chopped down the living bodies one by one with the sharpness of the Gryffindor sword. The whole process took less than a minute.

However, after Harry had wiped out the living corpses, he frowned back, and it seemed that something had caused his doubts.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Ginny whispered beside him.

"It's okay," Harry shook his head. "I just think that the fighting ability of these living corpses seems ... too low?"

"Well?"

When Ron heard it, he couldn't help it:

"What do you mean? And isn't it good that those guys have weakened? Why are they so frowning?"

"Well, maybe it's a good thing!" Harry said, "It's just that the fog is much thicker than before, but these living corpses are weaker than those before ... forget it, don't want this anymore."

He set aside his doubts for a moment, then raised his voice again:

"We have eliminated the enemy, and you can come over-of course, we can not be held accountable for the intentional use of you as a bait, but please do not shoot at us. Believe me, your bullet is useless to us of."

That being said, in fact, Harry is still a bit jealous of Muggle firearms, especially in this limited field of vision.

But at this moment, the other party finally spoke again.

"Sorry, I was compelled to do it just now. I won't ask you to forgive me, but ... please answer my question first, are you a" witcher "?"

"Oh?"

Harry heard him ask that, and then he secretly said that the other party must be a Muggle.

"Yes," he thought for a while, and calmly said, "We are wizards. We are here to investigate the situation in the mist. Can you tell us what happened? The only survivor here is you. One?"

When the other party heard it, it seemed that he finally relaxed a little, and Harry soon heard the other person sighed:

"You are late, you are too late."

As soon as he heard this sentence, Harry saw another figure slowly stepping out of the mist in front—a middle-aged man wearing a police uniform and still holding a pistol in his hand.

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The police officer said, inserting the pistol into the holster, and then continued:

"You guys, I think you should have a lot of questions to ask, just like I have a lot of questions to ask you. But before that, we have to leave here-don't look at it very quietly, in fact, there are still Many scattered walking dead are wandering quietly. "

"Is it just like that?" Asked Harry. "Or is there a stronger one?"

"I personally don't know very well, after all, they all look the same to me-they only fall when the bullet hits the head, and then they will get up again after a while, and they can't be killed!" He said, "but Someone told me that there is also a difference between them. The closer to London, the stronger ... "

"'Someone'? Who's that?" Harry heard it and asked again.

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