Chapter 1500

The weather around London really turns over.

I don't know if I'm making a forecast for the coming fog. The originally sunny sky gradually darkened, and soon, there was even a misty rain.

The ground under my feet was wet by the rain and gradually became a little muddy.

However, this change did not affect Harry, who was aroused by the sacrifice spirit of the Aurors just now.

After passing through the battlefield all the way from the rear to the front line of the most fierce war, he rushed into the group of living corpses opposite without hesitation, holding the glittering Gryffindor sword.

Because a large number of wizards tried their best to block the advance of the corpses, the density of the front-line enemies was surprisingly high. He didn't even need to control the accuracy of his sword. Just a throw and sharp blade could pass through the bodies of several dead without hindrance.

Suddenly, Harry with a sharp blade was like a hungry wolf who burst into the sheep. He tore a crack in the front line and broke in quite forcefully just by constantly waving his sword.

"Harry? Don't go too far -"

Sirius, who was leading the team to attack the corpses, caught a glimpse of Harry's back. But the other party rushed too fast, and he only had time to shout. He saw that the figure had disappeared into the enemy group and disappeared.

Even Sirius, with strong eyesight, only saw Harry slightly. Obviously, few people could see Harry at the forefront of the chaotic battlefield.

It's just... Of course, even if everyone sees it, it probably won't help. For example, Sirius at the moment, although extremely worried about Harry's safety, there was nothing he could do.

He's not Harry. He doesn't have a melee weapon like Gryffindor's sword!

For modern wizards, abandoning long-distance combat and choosing to close down with the enemy is equivalent to cowboys abandoning the left wheel and choosing white-edge combat. Not to mention whether the cowboy who did that was a fool, at least don't regret it when other people's bullets flew to his head.

After all, Harry, wielding Gryffindor's sword, is amazing.

Especially when there are no other creatures around except the enemy, just wave the blade heartily, and the living corpses will fall one after another like wheat being harvested in the field.

Just for a moment, Harry almost rushed into the belly of the living corpses.

However, even if he had somehow obtained extraordinary physical ability from Gryffindor's sword, he was still human and did not become some strange non human species like halbo. After trying to wave his sword and put down many living corpses, he was splashed with dark red blood and gradually showed fatigue.

But compared with him, the Gryffindor sword, which is still as bright as a mirror, seems to be always "energetic", which can't help but make people realize that Harry, who is now awe inspiring with a sharp blade, is actually far from being recognized by the sword.

Well, all right! Harry is probably the only one who will realize this right now.

"Courage!"

Suddenly, just a little slower, he suddenly shouted, and then the speed of his sword increased instead of decreasing. With his dancing arm, the extremely sharp blade cut off the rain and swept straight down the chest of an enemy.

But at that moment, he suddenly stopped.

"Penny... Aunt?"

Yes, little Whitney is next to London, only more than ten miles from the center of London. When the fog disaster in London happened, it was very likely that the Dursleys would be there.

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

No way, who let the Dursleys never leave a good impression on him?

However, Harry thought he would never care about the bad relative family that had kept him in the cupboard for ten years. But at present, when he saw his aunt with dull eyes and messy hair coming towards him, the sword in his hand suddenly stopped in the air.

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

Yes, the hatred for the Dursleys and his aunt must exist in a corner of his heart.

But I have to say whether he has hated to the extent that he wants to chop at each other

"No, no... it shouldn't be like this..."

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

In fact, Harry may also understand that no matter what happened to his Uncle Vernon, at least his aunt Penny Dursley had a grace to take him in.

Whether it's because of the fear of Dumbledore or a little sadness about his sister's death, at least Harry hasn't been hungry since childhood. Although he didn't have his own birthday, Dudley can get some cakes and other things when he celebrates various festivals.

Uncle Vernon could not have offered him those things. In the final analysis, Aunt Petunia threw them in front of him while scolding for no reason.

From childhood to childhood, Harry, no matter how dull, could more or less notice that his aunt had some rather complex feelings for himself.

Unfortunately, Harry never seems to know what the other party thinks of his nephew.

Just as Harry took a step back and was a little stunned, several corpses stretched out their arms to him and climbed up to him while he didn't wield his sword.

Then one of the corpses opened his mouth and bit him on the arm.

"Hiss -"

Under the pain of eating, Harry finally recovered from the chaotic thoughts of that moment. Seeing that he was in a hurry, according to his instinct, he handed the Gryffindor treasure sword to his left hand, which was not bitten, and then lifted his backhand behind him.

"Chi -"

With a slight cutting sound, several corpses climbing on him immediately fell to the ground behind him, but still clutching his robe.

"Let go!"

Harry is obviously not a person who can still calm down in the scuffle. Rather, he is the type with more and more emotions in the Vietnam War.

The situation of being entangled by the living corpse and limiting his movement made him irritable. The sword held in his left hand was constantly dancing at that time, and the fresh blood of the living corpse stabbed and cut by him splashed several feet high.

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

"Ah!"

In a disorderly chop, Harry suddenly seemed to see something bad, and couldn't help shouting among the corpses.