Chapter 1407

Ron thought he could at least have a chance to escape. But facts have proved that no matter how strict the plan is, there will always be accidents, and the outcome is often unpredictable.

What's more, his plan is obviously not strict at all.

"Are you dying?"

At that moment, he watched the exploding fireball in his vision gradually enlarge, but what passed in his heart was not sad for his powerlessness. Even before that, he had sighed a hundred times about his strength, but when death suddenly came, he had no idea of self pity.

He was just thinking that he might die like this, or at least it could be regarded as making a small contribution to the safe retreat of the Aurors.

Yes, even if he didn't seem to be of great use, they did withdraw under his command, didn't they?

"Am I... Closer to you?"

At that moment, the figures of a group of little friends such as Harry, Marca, Hermione and Neville seemed to flash in his sight one by one, but in the end, they turned into a hot flame and swallowed up his consciousness.

"Boom -"

……

"Dead?"

After an explosion spell exploded in front of Ron, the black wizards around him glanced at him left and right - his scorched head and broken clothes still burning, making him look miserable.

"Can you not die?" another black wizard took off the half face mask on his face and said, "the explosion curse hit his face directly, and none of us can live! And this boy... Although he is better than ordinary people, that's all."

"Then go upstairs and have a look! Although those damn Aurors must have slipped away, it's still necessary to measure them with an alchemy plate - maybe you can touch the general direction in time."

"Hey, are you in such a hurry to ask Mr. helbo for credit? It's understandable and understandable... But it's completely incomprehensible like selos just now. In that case, a fool will rush in under the devil's flame?"

"Isn't he a fool? We all follow Haier Bo for good. He is the only one because of his worship of Haier Bo -"

"Shh! Be careful! Misfortune comes out of your mouth! Or do you think Mr. halber has no ability to know what you have said?"

"Damn it, I'm used to saying cool words at ordinary times. I'll confiscate it - Mr. helbo, I just said a lot unintentionally. Don't worry about it..."

These black wizards obviously didn't care about Ron's death at all. They talked about Ron's death in a disorderly way, and gradually appeared on the second floor.

And soon, I heard another series of dialogue with a slightly higher tone:

"Hmm? Who is this guy with rotten intestines? Dead or alive?"

"Oh, it looks disgusting! But it seems to be alive?"

"Who do you care who he is? If he's still alive, just kill him? But to be honest, even if he's left here, he must not live long... Look! His stomach is rotten like that!"

The voices were saying, when another female voice with a slightly hoarse voice interrupted them:

"Don't kill - keep him! They must have no way to stay here. After all, they are so hurt that they can't be taken away with their attendants... But with the temperament of those hypocrites in the Ministry of magic, they may come back later!"

At this point, the female black wizard couldn't help sneering.

"Don't you think those guys are likely to come back afterwards?"

"You mean, bait?"

"Then keep it!" the wizard who said to kill Tucker thought about it, and then said, "Carter, did you detect anything there?"

"No..."

The black wizard named Carter bent his head and twisted a metal rod on the alchemy disc, as if he were adjusting something. But when he screwed the metal rod to the end without seeing any specific reaction, he shook his head.

"There are too many people moving the shape of the phantom, and the traces of the magic spell are too chaotic... If there is a more accurate detector of the Ministry of magic, or it is measured when they leave, maybe some results can be detected."

"That's ok... Well, I can't catch up without knowing the location. It's better to wait here and see what Cherie just said!"

However, will the Aurors come back?

No, at least for a short time, they won't come again. Because we all remember that there is another "Mr. Ron Weasley" here alone against the enemy.

The black wizards who decided to stay and wait for the rabbit will not know. Although they certainly can't wait for the Aurors who killed many of their companions, they still wait for a person.

That man received the notice from the patron saint of the lion at the San Mungo camp and came alone, Maka!

……

"Well --"

A few minutes later, a figure appeared at the church entrance without the door, and then looked at the whole damaged door hole and gave a deep thought.

"Attacked?" Marca frowned and whispered, "this is... Haier Bo has other men working for him outside London?"

He shook his head slightly. Without stopping at the door, he immediately stepped over several charred bodies lying on the ground and went in.

In fact, there are few corpses inside and outside, which shows that although there is a battle here, it is not fierce enough to fight.

At present, the church is empty, there are signs of damage everywhere, and even half of the innermost stairs have collapsed. However, the whole is quiet. It seems that everyone has gone.

"Well?"

Maka, who was walking along the middle aisle, suddenly saw that there seemed to be a figure in the rubble piled up by the collapse of the stairs.

"That's --"

He was about to step forward to have a closer look, but just then, he suddenly raised his head and turned to the second floor.

There are people on it, and there are many!

After a slight pause, he immediately stepped down and flew up the only remaining part of the stairs. The next second, the figure of a group of black wizards on the second floor fell into his sight.

Maybe it was because his footsteps were light and silent from beginning to end, so that when he appeared alone at the entrance of the stairs, none of the black wizards noticed his appearance.

And... Of course, aurotak, who was lying on the ground with severe abdominal ulceration, also came into his eyes.

"... is this the first author of the so-called 'plague curse'?"