Chapter 1774

"What sound?"

"It's Muggle gunfire! Go out and have a look -"

Although the sound only sounded once, Harry recognized the special sound at once. And listening to the movement, it seems to be very close to this side.

As soon as he waved, he rushed out of the mall first.

"Probably this way."

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

The dense 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 foolish to run and bump into a tree.

After they got together and ran a few steps along the sidewalk outside, Harry gave a short pause, then turned around and turned into the alley next to the mall.

And that's when

"Bang!"

There was another shot, and the distance became closer - Harry bet that the shooter was deep in the alley ahead. It was only because of the ubiquitous fog that they couldn't see where each other was.

"They all lowered their bodies, and then they walked slowly with light steps."

Harry made a gesture to the people who were close behind him as agreed, then bowed and began to touch the wall carefully.

"Who's there!"

However, it is obvious that the other party is neither deaf nor stupid. It's so quiet here. Even if they began to pay attention to the footsteps, the movement of the running just now was still heard by the other party.

Harry and others couldn't help but stop and look at each other. Ginny said:

"Don't worry, we didn't mean any harm. We just came to have a look when we heard the gunshot... Are you okay? What are you fighting?"

The voice dropped slightly, but the other party didn't give any answer, which made Ginny yell again after a slight pause.

And soon they knew why the man didn't speak.

"Step back -"

Harry stretched out his arm and stopped everyone behind him. At this time, people noticed that several dead figures suddenly appeared in the fog ahead. Look at those figures dragging their steps and staggering. Everyone knows that these are definitely not the people who spoke just now.

"It's a living corpse!"

It seems that the other party wants Harry and them to lead the living bodies away from him. And it is obvious that the other party's strategy of bringing disaster to the East was very successful.

"Be careful."

Harry held Gryffindor's sword in his hand and hesitated, but did not immediately use the power of the sword. He just stood there, staring at the figures, getting closer and closer, and his figure gradually became clearer and clearer.

It can be seen that the living corpses were all dressed in rags, and a small hole was left on one of the cheeks, from which dark blood was slowly flowing out.

Needless to say, it must be a bullet hole.

Harry dared not take it lightly. After careful observation for a while, he dared to judge that these should be only very low-level living corpses - he could not help being careless. If he made a wrong judgment, he might lose his life!

After really recognizing the evolution of these corpses, Harry walked forward step by step and directly raised his sword.

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

With a few "Shua Shua", he easily cut down the living bodies one by one with the sharpness of Gryffindor's sword, and the whole process didn't even take more than a minute.

However, after Harry had wiped out the corpses, he returned with a frown, as if something had caused his doubt.

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

"It's all right," Harry shook his head. "I just think the fighting ability of these corpses seems... Too low?"

"Well?"

Ron couldn't help saying:

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

"Well, it's probably a good thing!" said Harry. "But the fog is much thicker than before, but these corpses are weaker than before... Forget it, don't think about it first."

He put aside his doubts for the time being, then raised his voice again and said:

"We've got rid of the enemy. You can come here - of course, we can not investigate what you just deliberately used us as bait, but please don't shoot us. Trust me, your bullets are useless to us."

That's right, but in fact, Harry is quite afraid of Muggle guns, especially when his vision is limited.

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

"Sorry, I had to. I won't ask you to forgive me, but... Please answer me a question first. Are you a 'wizard'?"

"Oh?"

Harry heard him ask, and immediately said to himself, sure enough - the other party must be a Muggle.

"Yes," he thought for a moment, but said frankly, "we are wizards. We are here to investigate the situation in the fog. Can you tell us what happened? You are the only survivor here?"

When the other party heard this, it seemed that he finally relaxed a little. Harry soon heard the other party sigh:

"You're late. You're too late."

As soon as he finished, Harry saw another figure slowly coming out of the fog ahead - a middle-aged man in a police uniform and still holding a pistol in his hand.

He was surprised when he saw that Harry and all six of them were young faces.

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

As he spoke, the officer inserted the pistol back into the holster, and then continued:

"Guys, I think you should have a lot of questions to ask, just as I have a lot of questions to ask you. But before that, we have to leave here - although it's quiet here, there are still many scattered corpses wandering quietly in the city."

"Is it just like that?" Harry asked, "or is there a stronger one?"

"I personally don't know. After all, they all look the same to me - only when the bullet hits the head will they fall down, and then they will get up again after a while. They can't kill anything!" he said. "But someone told me that there are differences between them. The closer they are to London, the stronger they are..."

"Someone? Who's that?" Harry asked again.