Chapter 2476 Lonely Street Corner

The bustling London in the past is still wrapped in ice, like a huge and transparent amber, which freezes everything here at a certain moment.

In recent days, many living corpses have been excavated gradually under the leadership of high-ranking kinsmen, trying to re-open some roads to some usable buildings in this city of icicles—after all, the ice here was all It was quickly poured and frozen by heavy rains, and many buildings were not filled with ice, and they could be used for their normal living and use after a little cleaning.

However, because of the exceptionally hard texture of the regularly condensed ice in the city, it was not an easy task to dig out a passage, so that the progress of the digging seemed somewhat slow.

However, at this moment, in the depths of this incomparably solid ice, there is a tall figure wandering in it. Every time he took a step, the solid ice in front of him melted away like spring snow. As he walked, a long and winding ice cave as tall as a man gradually formed behind him.

I don't know how long this figure walked in the ice like this, but suddenly he finally stopped for a while. After looking around thoughtfully, he stretched out his wide palm with sharp claws, and lightly wiped the ice wall on the side that had been frosted again in just a moment.

Through the small piece of ice that was wiped away, the city outside that was still frozen in the endless ice immediately caught his eyes.

This place should have been the corner of a commercial pedestrian street—the colorful shops on both sides of the street are silently depicting the former style of this place. To say that when London was frozen that day, it no longer belonged to the ordinary Muggles who created all of this and lived quietly here, but even today, the traces they left behind have not faded.

The figure in front of the ice wall looked here for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and waved it. In an instant, the ice on the entire street corner in front of him melted and disappeared, and finally it was no longer covered by solid ice, completely revealing its original appearance.

In the next second, as if he had been here before, he stepped onto the pedestrian street that had been reopened by him, and walked straight to the street rest area with awnings at the corner.

Those plastic round tables that were once placed here had already been destroyed in an unknown battle, and there were only a few wreckage and fragments left on the ground that were no longer complete. He glanced down and found that a folding armchair was still in good condition, so he bent over, lifted it up with his own hands, unfolded it, and then turned around and sat down on the street.

"Crack."

How could his inhuman weight be able to withstand this weather-beaten folding chair? With a crisp sound, the seat under him cracked and collapsed in an instant. It probably didn't even expect that it managed to keep itself intact in this disaster that ravaged the whole country, but it still couldn't escape. doomed.

That figure reacted very quickly, and at the moment the chair split open, he swiped his feet, and instinctively stabilized his center of gravity without falling all over the place. However, after being taken aback for a moment, he just shook his head helplessly, and then simply sat down on the ground like that.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at the deserted and dilapidated street in front of him as the ice melted, as if he had fallen into a certain memory in a daze.

Time is still slowly passing bit by bit, which seems to freeze the ice of the whole city, and it cannot stop its progress. The radiance transmitted from the top of the icicle gradually became dim, coating the street corner with a faint sunset glow.

At this moment, a series of inaudible footsteps gradually came from the ice cave that melted when he came not far away, and then another figure walked out from it.

"Owner."

The person who came was the living corpse girl who was one of the twins. After going to the palace to convey the master's will to Hermione and the others, she went to guide the clansmen to be busy for a while as usual, and then searched all the way back to the master's side.

"Ok."

The figure sitting on the ground responded casually.

The living corpse girl felt that, compared with the master who usually sat on the throne in the main hall, the fierce power on the other party's body at this moment was vaguely much weaker. Instead, there was a kind of peace and indifference that she had never felt before.

After a moment of hesitation, the living corpse girl came back to her senses, and said again:

"I have already told those human guests what the master ordered, including Mr. John Stewart—he stayed in his room most of the time today, and I made a special trip to find him to speak alone."

After she finished talking about the business that needed to be reported, and saw the figure in front of her who was still looking at the street scene nodded slightly, she turned around and said:

"...Also, my brother told me as I passed the hall that one of the new guests had gone to him alone to ask to see the master."

Hearing this, the figure who had not moved all this time moved slightly, turned slightly to look at her and said:

"which one?"

"My brother said that he claimed to be 'Severus Snape'." The zombie girl said so, and then added after a pause, "The gentleman also said, master, after you have heard his name , might want to see him."

However, the master in front of her didn't show any strange expression when she heard the name or after hearing the words behind her.

He just retracted his gaze again, and then turned to the street ahead again, and said calmly at the same time:

"I see."

Sure enough, the master is still the same master, as if he is in control of everything at all times, and will never be surprised by anything that happens—the living corpse girl can't help thinking in her heart.

So she didn't say anything more, she just shut her mouth and stood aside, silently admiring the lonely corner of the street without the ice shroud with her master.

It wasn't until the light gradually dimmed and another night was about to fall that the figure sitting on the ground stood up again holding his knees. His gaze inadvertently passed over a broken shop window not far away. A red and green scarf with a snowflake pattern that might have been left there from the previous Christmas was drooping on the side of the shelf, dirty at all. inconspicuous.

He didn't look any further, and quickly started walking towards the direction he came from.

"Let's go!"

"Yes, my master."

The living corpse girl didn't notice the master's last gaze, she obediently followed closely, and left the street corner together with the master's tall back.

Then the ice came again, sealing the corner of the street again, only the broken folding chair in the corner, maybe I still remember that a tall figure who sat on it and broke it once came alone.