Chapter 1499 Unexpected Face

The weather in this area of ​​London is really a turn of events.

I don't know if he was making a forecast in advance for the coming fog. The originally clear sky gradually darkened, and after a while, there was even misty rain.

The ground under his feet was wet from the rain, and gradually became a little muddy.

However, this change in the cloudy weather did not affect Harry, whose fighting spirit was aroused by the sacrifice spirit of those Aurors just now.

After passing through the battlefield all the way, from the rear to the front line where the battle was fiercest, he held the gleaming silver Gryffindor sword and rushed into the crowd of living corpses on the opposite side without hesitation.

Due to the fact that a large number of wizards tried their best to block the progress of the living corpses, the density of enemies in the front row was surprisingly high. He didn't even need to control the accuracy of swinging the sword, just with a flick of his hand, the sharp blade could pass by the bodies of several dead without hindrance.

Immediately, Harry with the sharp blade was like a hungry wolf rushing into the flock of sheep. Just by constantly waving the sword, he tore a gap in the front line and rushed in rather forcefully.

"Harry? Don't rush too far—"

Sirius, who was leading the team to continuously attack the group of living corpses, accidentally caught a glimpse of Harry's back. It's just that the opponent rushed too fast, and he only had time to shout, and saw that figure disappeared into the enemy group.

And even Sirius, who has strong eyesight, only saw Harry a little bit. In this chaotic frontline of the battlefield, there were obviously very few people who could see Harry appearing.

It's just... Of course, even if everyone saw it, it probably wouldn't help. Just like Sirius at the moment, although he was extremely worried about Harry's safety, there was nothing he could do.

He is not Harry, and he does not have a melee weapon like the Gryffindor sword!

For modern wizards, abandoning long-distance combat and choosing to get closer to the enemy is equivalent to a cowboy abandoning the revolver and choosing hand-to-hand combat. Not to mention whether the cowboy who did that was an idiot, at least he wouldn't regret it when someone else's bullet flew towards his head.

Having said that, Harry wielding the Gryffindor sword is really amazingly strong.

Especially when there are no other creatures around except the enemy, all you need to do is to swing the sharp blade to your heart's content, and the living corpses will fall down one after another like wheat being harvested in the field.

In just a moment, Harry almost rushed into the belly of the group of living corpses at a gallop.

However,

Even if he inexplicably acquired extraordinary physical abilities from the sword of Gryffindor, he is still human after all, and has not turned into some strange non-human species like Haierbo. After wielding the sword with all his strength and knocking down many living corpses, he, who was splashed with dark red blood all over his body, gradually showed fatigue.

But compared with him, the Gryffindor sword, which is still as bright as a mirror, seems to be always "spirited", which makes people realize that Harry, who is holding a sharp blade and majestic, is actually far from Recognized by the sword.

okay! The only one who would realize this by now was probably Harry himself.

"courage!"

Suddenly, he who had just slowed down a little bit let out a loud cry, and then the speed of swinging the sword increased instead of falling. The extremely sharp blade followed his dancing arm, cut through the rain, and went straight to the next enemy's chest.

But at that moment, he suddenly stopped.

"Petunia... Aunt?"

Yes, Little Whinging is right next to London, just over ten miles away from the center of London. There's a good chance that the Dursleys just happened to be there when the Fog of London happened.

But these days, Harry has almost worried everyone, but he has never thought about the situation of his uncle and aunt's family.

No way, who made the Dursleys never leave him the slightest good impression?

However, Harry thought that he would never care about the bad family of relatives who let him live in the cupboard for ten years. But right now, when he saw the aunt with dull eyes and disheveled hair coming towards him with bared teeth and claws, the sharp sword in his hand stopped in mid-air in an instant.

At this moment, for the first time, Harry felt a little confused about his own thoughts!

That's right, the hatred for the Dursleys and his aunt must exist somewhere deep in his heart.

But if you want to say whether he has hated him to the point where he wants to strike at the opponent with a sword...

"No, it's not right...it shouldn't be like this..."

A lot of thoughts flew through his mind like lightning when he saw the face opposite him clearly. Then, while talking to himself, he took a step back subconsciously.

In fact, Harry may also understand that regardless of what happened to his Uncle Vernon, at least his aunt Petunia Dursley still has the grace to take him in.

Whether it was because of his fear of Dumbledore or a little grief over his sister's death, at least Harry had grown up without much hunger. And although he didn't get to celebrate his own birthday, when Dudley celebrated various festivals, he could still get some cakes and the like.

As for those things, it was naturally impossible for Uncle Vernon to take the initiative to give them to him. In the final analysis, Aunt Petunia reprimanded them for no reason and threw them in front of him.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter how dull Harry was, he could more or less sense that his aunt had some rather complicated and unspeakable feelings for him.

It's a pity that Harry will never know what the other party thinks of his nephew.

Just when Harry took a step back and was a little dazed, several living corpses stretched out their arms towards him, and took advantage of the gap when he didn't swing his sword, they climbed onto him.

Then, one of the living corpses opened its mouth and bit his arm.

"hiss--"

Under the pain, Harry finally recovered from the moment of chaotic thoughts. In desperation, he handed the sword of Gryffindor to his left hand that was not bitten according to his own instinct, and then flicked it behind him with his backhand.

"Chi--"

Accompanied by a slight cutting sound, several living corpses crawling towards him immediately fell to the ground behind him, but they still clung to his robe tightly.

"Let me go!"

Harry was obviously not a person who could still calm down in a scuffle. Rather, he was the type who became more emotional as the battle progressed.

The situation of being entangled by the living corpses and restricting his movements made him suddenly irritable. The sword held in his left hand was constantly dancing at that time, and the blood of the living corpses stabbed and chopped by him splashed several feet high. .

Immediately, the already chaotic scene became even more chaotic several times.

"what!"

During the random slashing, Harry suddenly seemed to have seen something terrible, and couldn't help letting out a low cry among the living corpses.

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