Chapter 1411 When Ron Erased His Impulse

The man pretending to be Maca was strong, very strong!

Although it is hard to say whether it can be compared to the real Maca or Haierbo - after all, that level of strength is already beyond Ron's ability to judge, but at least he can understand that the opponent's strength is mostly his It's unattainable in this lifetime.

And these thoughts were all realized by Ron looking at the surrounding scene after he was surprised by his own survival.

"This... this is..."

Looking at the scene on the second floor of the church, he was stunned for ten seconds before he felt a churn in his stomach.

Dead bodies... At a glance, they are all dead bodies covered in blood! Those dark wizards who "almost" killed him before are all dead now!

The terrified eyes, the hideous and terrifying expression, and the bloody stumps turned the small hall on the second floor into a nauseating hell on earth.

In such an environment, that Auror Tucker whose abdominal cavity was severely festered became inconspicuous.

At this point, Ron couldn't help but wonder why he didn't smell blood just now - why didn't he notice such a strong, rusty air just now?

"vomit--"

He leaned over and held his knees to retch, but only spit out some acid water. The pungent stomach acid made him burst into tears.

After a while, he hurried to the stairs to take a breath, and turned his back to soothe his frightened heart.

And soon, after regaining his ability to think and judge, he suddenly realized...

"All of this... was that fake Maca made?"

Although it is a question sentence, Ron has already confirmed this conclusion psychologically. Because obviously, besides that guy, does anyone else here do it?

"Unless they died by cannibalism."

While still feeling nauseated in his chest, Ron made another cold joke that he couldn't even laugh at.

But then, when another thing suddenly slipped past his mind... At that moment, how many people died here, and how miserable it looked, seemed to be unimportant.

"That's right!" Ron said to himself suddenly, "It seems that Hai Erbo... wants him to go to the camp to take someone away immediately! This... what should I do? What should I do? I'm afraid time is running out! "

There were a lot of people at St. Mungo's camp, Ginny, Hermione, Luna, Harry, etc., and whoever was taken away would not be what Ron wanted to see.

However, it seems extremely difficult for him to think of a way to stop the other party.

First of all, the first question is that he must not appear in the camp in an open manner now. If he is seen by that fake Maca, it may not be just a matter of taking one person away;

Secondly, what is the origin of the guy pretending to be Maca? He acted so much!

Almost no one noticed his tricks, even Hermione, who was as bright as Hermione, apparently didn't notice at all. If he tries to expose the other party to others, can others believe it?

No, Ron suddenly felt that as long as the other party refuted, maybe he would be regarded as a fake instead!

And in the end, there was another question that had to be paid attention to——when did that guy pretend to be Maca and appear beside them? And... where did the real maca go?

Before figuring out these two questions, Ron thought that he had better not act rashly.

"Nowadays, I'm the only one who knows his tricks... Yes, I'm the only one!" He thought about it, and suddenly began to mutter to himself, "So, I'd better be more cautious, more careful and more careful... It doesn't matter how unreliable it is usually, but this time, it must not be messed up!"

Thinking so, he gritted his teeth immediately, turned around abruptly and forced himself to look at the incomparably tragic scene in the small hall. After hesitating for a while, he actually pursed his lips and endured the churning in his chest, and walked back again.

He tried his best to let himself take this scene into his eyes little by little, and the horrible and unrepentant faces finally made him calm down while being disgusted.

That's right, what he was going to face was a murderous maniac wearing a false mask. If he tried to stop the other party's actions with only one impulse, the consequences would be extremely bad!

"Yes... Maca said that you should think carefully before doing things, and don't act recklessly when you get hot. Yes... Why does Hai Erbo want that guy to take someone away? Well, he needs a hostage—or else , he will definitely have a choice, instead of letting the other party find someone randomly..."

"In other words, after the hostages are taken away, their lives should not be in danger for at least a short period of time."

After calming down and pondering for a while, Ron closed his eyes slightly and nodded silently.

"In this case, I still have time... yes, don't worry, I still have time!" He continued to analyze to himself, "Think about it, I heard a lot of conversations just now, there should be a few sentences in it useful……"

"Ah! Speaking of which, why did Haierbo ask him to go back and take someone away immediately? At that time... what did Haierbo say? How did the fake answer?"

Up to this point, there was another ten seconds of silence.

"'Delay time'!"

Although his thinking was very chaotic before, and he had to endure the pain and itching at that time, so he only passed many words by his ears, and did not listen seriously.

But after thinking hard for a while, Ron finally remembered it.

"Yes, that guy asked Hai Erbo if he could 'delay it for a while', but Hai Erbo replied 'it can't be delayed any longer'—"

Recalling this, Ron opened his eyes immediately, and said in a low voice:

"This is it!"

Needless to say, who would be worthy of Hai Erbo's "holding up"? Or in other words, who could make Hai Erbo say "it won't be long"?

It's Maca! Real Maca! It must be so!

"So, where are Maca and Haierbo now?" Ron couldn't help shaking his head while muttering, "Where else could they be except London, which is still shrouded in fog!"

What is the most reliable way to expose that fake Maca? That is to find the real Maca and bring him to the counterfeit!

"Okay, since I can't go to the camp right now, let's go directly to London! I must find Maca, and...at least tell him that someone pretends to be him and intends to take someone away!"

Before he finished speaking, Ron immediately turned his head and ran towards the stairs - his wand was still down! No matter what you want to do, you have to pick it up first.

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