Chapter 1178 Ways to Remind Others

"Hermione, are you sure the entrance to the 'black market'...is nearby?"

Ron looked left and right, except for the gray fog that seemed to be everywhere, there was only a piece of ruined walls that seemed to seep.

Yes, it does look a little weird here, after all, the surrounding buildings are basically safe, only this one has almost collapsed.

But other than that, there seems to be nothing special about it.

"It should be right - Tonks said that the new entrance to the black market is a gallery, which is hidden between a Muggle second-hand bookstore and a warehouse." Hermione pointed to the left and right, "Look! That It is a bookstore, and on the other side is a warehouse... Moreover, there are many various oil paintings scattered in the ruins..."

It wasn't really that long since they'd sneaked out of Diagon Alley.

It's just because the four of them have now mastered a "new technique" for traveling. Both the speed of movement and the concealment are very high, and they even effectively avoid those black wizards running around in the city.

Obviously, however, there are drawbacks to using a broom for locomotion.

Right now, London is filled with thick fog, and flying in the air can only rely on the location of take-off and landing to determine the direction, and you can't see anything along the way. In this way, let alone looking for people while flying.

It had to be said that even if Hermione happened to pass right over Percy's head as she was flying through the air, she would never have known it.

Of course, the possibility of that happening is obviously very small, small enough to make Hermione give up traveling on the ground and prioritize increasing operational efficiency.

"Wait outside, I'll go in and take a look first."

Hermione looked at the messy ruins in front of her, the cracked walls, and the precarious second floor due to the lack of a few supports, as if warning everyone passing by.

As for whether there is a third floor above, she is not quite sure - the fog covers everything around, and a little further away, there is only a gray area left.

"Hermione, wait!" Seeing that she was going to enter the half-collapsed dangerous building, Ron hurriedly stopped him, "This place is too dangerous, and our Levitation Charm can't withstand a single floor. The weight, plus the inability to Apparate in the mist, in case it's—"

"But someone has to go in and check it out,

isn't it? "Hermione frowned slightly, "What's more, this gallery is a bit strange, I think it's more likely to be a disguise—think of Hogwarts, in the eyes of Muggles, isn't there also a Ruins? "

"That... that won't work either," Ron hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth suddenly, "The entrance is an unfinished painting, right? I'll come and look for it!"

"what?"

When Hermione and Ginny heard this, they looked at Ron in surprise.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What's the matter!" Ron said while tightening the wand in his hand, "Is it weird? Don't forget, I am also a Gryffindor! Don't argue with me, it's just decided! Who I'm in a hurry with whoever is talking!"

After all, he raised his legs and walked towards the dangerous building that looked like it would collapse again at any moment, leaving Hermione and the others with puzzled faces.

"What happened to him?"

Hermione wanted to call Ron to stop, but looked at the back of the other party who resolutely left, and couldn't speak. After being stunned for a while, Ginny couldn't help whispering:

"Occasionally he will be strong, but it is usually only when Fred and George make fun of him... I have never seen a situation like today where it started out of nowhere."

However, is Ron really just trying to be brave?

"what!"

As soon as he entered the dark ruins of the gallery, he was immediately startled by some broken bricks falling from the top of his head.

"Oh... Merlin's stinky socks! Is it too late for me to regret it now?"

To be honest, Ron's volunteering was indeed a bit abrupt. It was obvious that Hermione's decision was the priority along the way, but just now he just said that out of impulse.

However, although his actions just now were indeed impulsive, some thoughts in his heart had already begun to linger before he left Hogwarts.

Coming to London on this trip, and going deep into this weird fog, Ron always felt that he could no longer stand still like he used to.

Yes, my abilities are indeed limited, but this is not an excuse for me to be afraid of this and that.

Not to mention, he was the only male among the four people on this trip. When he was in danger, he couldn't always hide behind the girls as a burden, right?

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with saying that you are being brave, but this is also a conclusion that Ron came to after thinking about it for a while.

"Well... forget it! Those words just now are embarrassing enough, if you go back without finding anything now, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?"

"...Luminous flickering."

The radiance lit by the tip of the staff dispelled the surrounding darkness a little. But the ubiquitous gray fog made the effect of the luminous spell a lot less... Okay! Better than nothing!

"I hope there is no dark wizard hiding here... No, I guess even a dark wizard would not be willing to come in here!"

Ron walked slowly in the half-collapsed hallway, mumbling to himself as he walked, whether he would be scared to stop by some creaking noises.

But no matter what, under the double obstacles of the fog and darkness, he was still walking forward step by step, and he didn't stand still for a long time.

Not long after, Ron passed through the small hall and entered a more seriously collapsed corridor.

It can be seen that most of the paintings that should have been hung on the walls were dropped to the ground at this moment. And even if a small part is barely left on the wall full of cracks, it is all crooked, as if it may fall off at any time.

Holding his wand, he walked cautiously through the corridors, examining each portrait here one by one.

"Ok?"

While walking, Ron suddenly stopped in his tracks - not because he was afraid, nor because he had found the "unfinished portrait", but because... there was no way ahead.

Stretching the magic wand that released the light further forward, he found that the corridor ahead seemed to have suffered a serious collapse, and the entire way was blocked by the fallen wall.

"If the ruins are really just a disguise, then the entrance must be here...but where is it?"

He had already looked at every painting in the vicinity, and he didn't find any unfinished ones, but quite a few were damaged by bricks.

After hesitating for a while, although Ron wanted to rummage in the pile of rocks, he was worried that the wall would collapse here because of his disorderly movement, so he didn't know what to do for a while.

But at this moment, he heard a voice suddenly behind him.

"Ron, why don't you look up?"

"Hermione?"

Hearing that voice, he didn't bother to look up as he said, but turned around and looked behind him.

"Why are you all in here?"

"Do you think we'll really let you in alone?" Hermione glared at him as usual, "Although I don't know what you're up against, but now is not the time for you to be brave!"

As she spoke, Ginny and Luna behind her came to Ron's side, and then looked up at the ceiling. She held the wand high in her hand, and the tip of the wand also lit up with light, but the brightness was obviously not enough to penetrate the fog and let her see more things.

But not far away, Ron looked at Hermione's figure, and said after a while:

"I admit that I'm really trying to be brave... But, don't you think that in this kind of situation that requires people to take risks, I'm the only one who is the most suitable candidate?"

"Flashing fluorescent light, maximize!" Hermione waved her wand again, releasing the brightness of the wand's luminous spell to the limit she could achieve, and then said casually, "You are the most suitable? Why?"

"because……"

Ron paused, and suddenly whispered:

"Because you like maca? If you die, what do you use to like it—"

"what?"

When Hermione heard this, she unconsciously withdrew her raised right hand a little, and even her attention was distracted by Ron's words. She was stunned in place, then subconsciously turned her head and looked at Luna, and then turned her head to look at Ron.

But Ron ignored her inexplicable expression, and continued:

"And I...you see, I don't like anyone, and I don't like anyone, and even...even if something happens, it's better than having an accident with you, isn't it?"

"Ron?"

Suddenly, Luna, who had been silent all this time, called out to him, and walked in front of him with light steps.

"What, what's wrong?" Ron subconsciously took half a step back.

"Maka told me before that Ron is good at everything, but he always likes to think wildly by himself. And he also said that this is actually a bit like me..."

"Well, what then?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Then he told me a way to remind others not to think about it!" Luna pursed her lips and said with some itch, "He said, if the other party is a girl, then give her a hug; and if the other party It's a boy..."

"……Ok?"

Ron watched as Luna switched her wand from her right hand to her left, then raised her white fist.

"Boom!"

"Oh--"

Luna withdrew her fist, looked worriedly at Ron who was squatting down covering his stomach, and then said to the back of the other's head:

"...Then punch him in the stomach! Oh, did I hit him too hard?"

"Cough cough cough..." Ron squatted on the ground and said with difficulty, "No, it's okay... But Luna, don't you think that when Maca is talking, it is very likely that he is just joking?"

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