Chapter 1773 Gunshots in the Mist

"what sound?"

"It's Muggle gunshots! Come on, go out and see—"

Although the sound only rang once, Harry was able to distinguish the special sound immediately. And listening to the movement, it seems that it is still very close.

I saw him beckoning, and then rushed to the outside of the mall first.

"Probably over here."

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

The thick fog made it impossible for them to run too fast, because they had to be alert to obstacles that might appear in front of them at any time while running. After all, it would be too stupid to bump into a tree while running.

After they got together and ran a few steps along the sidewalk outside, Harry paused for a while, then turned around and turned into the alley next to the shopping mall.

And that's when...

"boom!"

There was another shot, and the distance got closer—Harry was willing to bet that the man who fired it was down the alley ahead. It was only because of the omnipresent fog that they couldn't see where each other was.

"You all lower your body, and then you have to walk lightly and slowly."

Harry gestured to the people who were following him as agreed, then bowed his waist, and began to move forward cautiously by touching the wall.

"Who's there!"

However, it is clear that the other party is neither deaf nor stupid. It was really too quiet here, even though they started to pay attention to the sound of footsteps now, the sound of running just now was still heard by the other party.

Harry and the others couldn't help but stop when they heard the words, and looked at each other before Ginny said:

"Don't worry, we didn't have any malicious intentions, we just came here to take a look when we heard the gunshot just now... Are you all right? What are you fighting with?"

The voice fell slightly, but the other party did not give any answer, which made Ginny couldn't help calling the other party a few more times after a slight pause.

And soon, they knew why that person didn't speak.

"move back--"

Harry stretched out his arms,

After stopping everyone behind him, only then did they notice that several lifeless figures suddenly appeared in the mist ahead. Looking at the way those figures dragged their feet and wobbled, everyone knew that these were definitely not the people who spoke just now.

"It's a living corpse!"

It seemed that the other party wanted Harry and the others to lure these living corpses away from him. And it is obvious that the opponent's strategy of diverting disasters to the east was very successful.

"careful."

Harry held the Gryffindor sword in his hand, hesitated for a moment, but didn't use the sword's power immediately. He just stood there, staring at those figures as they got closer and closer, and their figures gradually became clearer and clearer.

It can be seen that the living corpses are all in ragged clothes, 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 have been a bullet hole.

Harry didn't dare to take this lightly. After careful observation for a while, he dared to judge that these should be very low-level living corpses - he couldn't help being careless, and if he made a wrong judgment, he might throw them away. life!

After really distinguishing the degree of evolution of these living corpses, Harry walked forward step by step, and directly raised the sharp sword in his hand.

Although those living corpses suddenly galloped over after getting close to a certain distance, they were not Harry's opponents at all.

Accompanied by a few soft sounds of "swish, swish", he easily chopped down the living corpses one by one with only the sharpness of Gryffindor's sword, and the whole process didn't even take more than a minute.

However, after Harry wiped out these living corpses casually, he frowned and retreated, as if something aroused his doubts.

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

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

"Well?"

When Ron heard it, he couldn't help coming up and said:

"What do you mean? And isn't it a good thing that those guys have become weaker? Why are you still so sad?"

"Well, it's probably a good thing!" Harry said, "It's just that the fog is much thicker than before, but these living corpses are weaker than before...Forget it, let's not think about that for now."

He temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart, and then raised his voice again:

"We have already eliminated the enemy, you can come here - of course, we don't need to pursue the fact that you deliberately used us as bait just now, but please don't shoot us. Believe me, your bullets are useless to us of."

That being said, in fact, Harry was quite afraid of Muggle guns, especially in such a situation where his vision was limited.

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

"Sorry, I was forced to do so just now. I won't ask you to forgive me, but... Please answer me a question first, are you 'wizards'?"

"Oh?"

Hearing his question, Harry suddenly thought to himself—the other party must be a Muggle.

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

When the other party heard this, it seemed that they finally relaxed a little bit, and Harry soon heard the other party sigh:

"You are late, you are too late."

As soon as he finished this sentence, Harry saw another figure slowly walking out of the fog ahead—it was a middle-aged man wearing a police uniform and still holding a pistol in his hand.

He couldn't help being surprised when he saw that all six of Harry's faces were young.

"You are really... well! I know, I shouldn't use ordinary people's common sense to judge the situation of you wizards."

The police officer put the pistol back into the holster while speaking, and then continued:

"Guys, I think you have a lot of questions to ask, just like I also have a lot of questions to ask you. But before that, we have to get out of here—even though it's quiet here, there are still people in this city A lot of scattered corpses are wandering quietly."

"Is it just like the one just now?" Harry pressed, "or is there a stronger one?"

"Personally, I'm not very clear, after all, they all look the same to me - only the bullet hits the head will fall down, and then get up again after a while, it can't kill you!" He said, "But Someone told me that there is a difference between them, the closer to London, the stronger..."

"'Somebody'? Who is that?" Harry couldn't help asking again when he heard the words.

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