Chapter 1179

"Hermione, are you sure that the entrance to the black market... Is near here?"

Ron looked left and right. Except for the ubiquitous fog, there was only a little seeping debris.

Yes, it does look strange here. After all, the surrounding buildings are basically safe. Only this one almost collapsed.

But in addition, there seems to be nothing special.

"It should be right - Tonks said that the new entrance to the black market is a gallery, which is hidden between a Muggle used bookstore and a warehouse." Hermione pointed left and right. "Look! That's a bookstore and the warehouse on the other side... And there are many kinds of oil paintings scattered in the ruins..."

It hasn't been long since they sneaked out of Diagon lane.

Just because the four of them have now mastered a "new skill" for driving, they have high speed and concealment, and even effectively avoided those black wizards running around the city.

However, it is clear that there are still disadvantages of moving with a broom.

At present, London is full of thick fog. Flying in the air can only rely on the place when taking off and landing to determine the direction. You can't see anything all the way. In this way, not to mention looking for someone while flying.

It has to be said that even if Hermione happened to pass over Percy's head when she was flying in the air, she must not know it at all.

Of course, the possibility of that happening is obviously small enough to make Hermione give up on the ground and give priority to increasing operational efficiency.

"You wait outside. I'll have a look first."

Hermione looked at the messy ruins in front of her, the cracked walls and the second floor, which was precarious because of the lack of several supports, as if warning everyone passing by.

As for whether there was a third floor further up, she was not sure - the fog shrouded everything around, and a little farther away, there was only a gray one.

"Hermione, wait!" Ron saw that she was going to enter the dangerous building that had collapsed more than half, and quickly said, "this place is too dangerous. Our floating spell can never withstand the weight of a floor. In addition, there is no way for the phantom to move in the fog, in case --"

"But someone has to go in and check it, doesn't it?" Hermione frowned. "Besides, this gallery is a little strange. I think it's more likely to be a disguise - think of Hogwarts. Isn't it also a ruin in Muggle eyes?"

"Well... That won't work," said Ron, after a slight hesitation, suddenly gritting his teeth. "The entrance is an unfinished painting, isn't it? I'll go in and find it!"

"Eh?"

Hermione and Ginny looked at Ron with surprise.

"What's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter!" said Ron as he tightened his wand. "Is it strange? Don't forget, I'm also a Gryffindor! Don't argue with me, it's so decided! I'll be anxious with whoever is nagging!"

After that, he raised his legs and went to the dangerous building that seemed to collapse twice at any time, leaving Hermione and them puzzled.

"What's the matter with him?"

Hermione wanted to stop Ron, hoping that the other party would leave resolutely. She was stunned that she couldn't open the mouth. After being stunned for a while, Ginny couldn't help whispering:

"He occasionally tries to be strong, but usually only when Fred and George make fun of him... I haven't seen anything like today."

However, is Ron really just trying to be brave?

"Ah!"

As soon as he entered the dark ruins of the gallery, he was immediately startled by some brick fragments falling from his head.

"Oh... Merlin's smelly socks! Do I have time to repent now?"

To be honest, Ron's volunteering was really abrupt. It was clear that Hermione's decision had priority all the way, but he just said that on an impulse.

However, although his behavior was indeed impulsive, some thoughts in his heart began to linger as early as he left Hogwarts.

After this trip to London and going deep into this strange fog, Ron always felt that he could not stop like he used to.

Yes, my ability is really limited, but this can't be an excuse for me to be afraid of this and that.

Not to mention, he is the only male among the four people on this trip. When in danger, he can't always hide behind the girls and be a burden, can he?

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with being brave, but this is also a conclusion drawn by Ron after much thought.

"Well... Forget it! Those words were embarrassing enough just now. Wouldn't it be more humiliating to go back if you didn't find anything?"

"... fluorescent flashing."

The light from the tip of the staff dissipated the darkness around a little. But the ubiquitous fog reduced the effect of the luminous spell a lot... Okay! Better than nothing!

"I hope there's no black wizard hiding here... No, it's estimated that even black wizards won't want to come here!"

Ron walked slowly in the half collapsed hall, muttering alone as he walked. Would he still be frightened to stop by some creaking noise.

But anyway, under the double obstacles of fog and darkness, he was still moving forward step by step, and did not hold back for a long time.

Soon Ron walked through the already small lobby into a more collapsed corridor.

It can be seen that most of the paintings that should have been hung on the wall have fallen to the ground. Even if a small part of it is still reluctantly left on the wall with cracks everywhere, it is always crooked, as if it could fall down at any time.

Holding his wand, he walked carefully through the corridor, examining each portrait here one by one.

"Huh?"

As he walked, Ron suddenly stopped - not because of fear, not because he had found the "unfinished portrait", but because... There was no way ahead.

When he stretched the wand that was shining forward, he found that the corridor in front seemed to have collapsed seriously, and the whole way was blocked by the falling wall.

"If the ruins were really just a disguise, the entrance must be here... But where would it be?"

He has seen every painting in the neighborhood and found nothing unfinished. On the contrary, many of them were damaged by bricks.

After a moment of hesitation, although Ron wanted to look in the mess, he was worried that the wall would collapse here because of his random movement. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

But just then, he heard a voice behind him.

"Ron, why don't you look up?"

"Hermione?"

When he heard the voice, he didn't care to look up at Yiyan, but turned around and looked behind him.

"Why did you all come in?"

"Do you think we can really trust you to come in alone?" Hermione glared at him as usual. "Although I don't know what you're doing, now is not the time to show off!"

As she spoke, she came to Ron with Ginny and Luna behind her, and then looked up at the ceiling. The wand in her hand was held high, and the tip of the wand also lit up, but the brightness was obviously not enough to penetrate the fog for her to see more things.

Not far away, Ron looked at Hermione and said after a while:

"I admit I'm really trying to be brave... But don't you think I'm the most suitable person in such a situation that people need to take risks?"

"Fluorescent flicker, maximize!" Hermione waved her wand again and released the brightness of the wand luminous spell to the limit she could reach. Then she said casually, "you are the most suitable? Why?"

"Because..."

Ron paused and suddenly whispered:

"Because you don't like Maka? If you lose your life, what do you like?"

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Hermione unconsciously withdrew some of her raised right hand, and even her attention was distracted by Ron's words. She was stunned, then subconsciously turned back and looked at Luna, and then turned to Ron.

But Ron ignored her inexplicable expression and went on:

"And I... you see, I don't like anyone, and I don't like anyone. Even if... Even if something happens, it's much better than your accident, isn't it?"

"Ron?"

Suddenly, Luna, who had not spoken, called out to him and walked up to him with a light step.

"What, what?" Ron subconsciously stepped back.

"Marca told me before that Ron is a good boy, but he always likes to think about things alone. Moreover, he also said that this is actually a little like me..."

"Well, then?" asked Ron suspiciously.

"Then he told me a way to remind others not to think nonsense!" Luna pursed her mouth, seemingly itching. "He said, if the other party is a girl, give her a hug; if the other party is a boy..."

"... huh?"

Ron watched Luna change her wand from right to left and raise her white fist.

"Bang!"

"Oh -"

Luna took back her fist and looked at Ron, who squatted down with her stomach covered, as if she was worried. Then she said to the back of the other party's head:

"... then punch him in the stomach! Oh, did I hit him too hard?"

"Cough, cough..." Ron squatted on the ground and said hard, "no, it's okay... But Luna, don't you think Marca is probably just joking when she's talking?"