Chapter 1415 Undead
"Hmm... hiss..."
In the eastern suburbs of London, in a bush next to the main road, a gasping sound suddenly came out. Then, accompanied by a flurry of noises, a figure crawled out of the grass half squatting and half kneeling.
"This is me...why didn't I die?"
That was Ron, that's right, it was Ron who had received a shattering curse from the dark wizard before, and was left on the spot to die.
It’s just that I don’t know why, after he was hit by the explosive curse in the church last time and survived, this time he survived again!
"Ugh...it's as if I really wish I were dead!"
Although his heart was full of confusion, after all, the feeling of being hit by the Shattering Curse on the back still remained in his mind.
The feeling of numb pain in the entire back and even the abdominal cavity, as well as the large semi-solidified blood stains still left on the clothes and in the grass, are enough to prove how serious the injury was at that time.
Obviously, just such a large amount of bleeding alone is enough to make him die twice!
But... isn't this dead yet?
"but"
Ron was still lying powerlessly on the road, moved his back a little, and felt a sharp pain immediately. To be honest, the pain was much lighter than before he passed out, but it still showed that the injury still remained.
And that is to say, compared with the last time, the recovery is still recovered, but the healing effect is obviously not as good as the first time in the church before.
"Forget it, anyway... Although I don't know why, can I think now..." Ron felt the little tingling sensation left, and whispered to himself, "I am fatally injured , won’t you die?”
But after a little thought, he quickly shook his head.
"It's better not to think so beautifully. I guess there is something wrong with the recovery ability, and it seems that the healing speed of the wound is slower than last time... Speaking of which, why is this?"
Thinking of this, Ron got up from the ground with some difficulty, and supported the tree next to him to stand firm. After leaning against the tree trunk to rest again, he felt that his feet seemed to be stronger. He couldn't help but realize that the inexplicable recovery force seemed to have not stopped, and the remaining injuries on his back were still being repaired bit by bit. with.
He leaned against a tree trunk,
Raising his hand and clenching it slightly, the increasingly tangible sense of strength made him feel relieved.
"baffling!"
Complaining like this on his mouth, Ron felt a little more joy and satisfaction in his heart, even if this resilience might only be temporary.
After all, after all these years being sandwiched among his little friends who were gradually becoming stronger, he had imagined more than once that he had also made some great progress.
Even if for a short time, Ron always wanted to be "special" himself. Mediocre and powerless, he has already had enough of dodging every crisis and needing to be protected all day long!
"Even though... the light can be beaten but still can't handle it, can this be considered as 'becoming stronger'?"
While waiting to recover some more strength, while still thinking about what kind of mentality it should be like to be a "hard-shell turtle", he touched his strange body up, down, left, and right by the way.
Suddenly, his right hand that had touched his chest paused for a moment, and then hurriedly reached out to dig into the collar. When he found that he only took out a silver chain with a small bottle cap from it, the scene when he received the relic from Professor Dumbledore flashed through his mind.
"Ah! Is that vial of ashes...?"
Thinking of this, he hurriedly pulled away the collar that had already been damaged by the black wizard's explosive curse, and looked down at his chest. At the place where the vial was originally dropped, there was an indelible gray mark on that piece of skin.
Yes, it can't be wiped off, it's like a tattoo directly burned on the skin. Although, it looks exactly like the gray stains left by not taking a bath all the year round, which makes people can't think of him at all. Become quite abnormal body recovery ability to go up.
"Ah...does it have something to do with this? Or did it just happen to be broken?"
After waiting, the pain in the back completely disappeared, and the physical strength also recovered a little bit further. Although the current state is far from being called a complete recovery, he obviously can't wait any longer.
"Time is running out!"
Shaking off all kinds of doubts in his heart that were messed up and had no reliable answer no matter how he thought about it, Ron finally stopped wasting time, turned around and embarked on the road to downtown London.
Those guys who were blocking the intersection before have disappeared, which means that he no longer has to think about how to pass.
"Maka... where are you? I have to find you as soon as possible... Ah, I don't know how long I was in a coma just now"
"Well, at least the sky is still bright!"
...
To be honest, the location of Maca and Haierbo is actually very easy to find.
Because although they are always moving, 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 for the dark wizards who are trying to avoid it, or for Ron who wants to find Maca as soon as possible.
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Not long after, even though he couldn't see too far due to the cover of gray fog, the astonishing sounds of the fights still led Ron all the way to a certain block that had become ruins.
"boom"
Suddenly, Ron, who just ran here, felt the ground under his feet tremble suddenly, as if some giant had stomped his foot hard nearby.
Slightly stabilizing his figure, Ron stretched out his hand to support the outer wall of the street store, and looked around for a week.
nobody! The sound of the battle continued again and again, and there would be a scary-looking crack on the street from time to time, but he just couldn't see a single person.
"Maka...should be here? Are you fighting Hai Erbo? Are you invisible?"
Several consecutive questions flashed through his mind one by one. Ron opened his mouth, but he still didn't dare to speak casually. He wanted to call Maca to see if Maca was hiding nearby; but when he thought that speaking by himself might affect Maca's battle, and maybe even cause the opponent to suffer unnecessary damage.
But at the next moment, suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air from the middle of the street not far away.
"Ron?"
Maca stopped instantly from the high-speed movement, and turned her head to look at the familiar figure on the side of the road who should never have appeared here.
"Ron...is that really you?"