Believe it or not, Ron had only one choice from the beginning. Even if he was no longer happy, when the situation was clearly in front of him, he could only go down this road silently.
So Ron leaned down, picked up his wand again, straightened up and waved it gently.
"Float off."
When he first learned this magic spell, it was not very smooth, but even so, when he was still young, he had excitedly imagined what kind of things he would lift with this floating spell in the future.
He thought about everything from a stone to a fire dragon and even a ferocious black wizard.
However, he never thought that one day he would use this spell to lift a heavy ice coffin that sealed the body of his good friend Maka!
"I can send some men to you to help you carry back -"
"No!"
Is it anger or impatience, impulse or despair? Even Ron himself didn't know, but he just shouted out recklessly. His words "no need" rang through the whole hall.
After that, he tried to suppress his irritability and added dully:
"This is my best friend. I'll take him home myself."
I don't know if it was influenced by the repressive emotion in Ron's tone. The devil opposite was silent, and the Hall fell into a dead silence.
To be honest, the ice coffin was actually lighter than expected, but Ron carried it with the floating spell, but he only felt as if it was heavier than a fire dragon.
This more weight than reality may come from his heart.
"I'm leaving. If you have anything else I need to convey, please finish it at one time!"
Ron clenched his wand in his hand and turned to the devil opposite. The ice coffin floated slightly from the ground beside him and looked stable.
Although the real weight of this ice coffin seems to be lighter than ice of the same size, it is a solid piece of cold ice after all. No matter how light it is, it can't be much lighter. It may not be too difficult to lift it, but it is not easy to carry it all the way back to Hermione and them.
The devil didn't look at the ice coffin. At this time, he just silently looked at Ron's profile and said again after a few seconds of silence:
"Go back and tell your person in charge that... The devil is our enemy. I will continue to gather the living corpses in this land under my own hands to avoid being taken away by the devil and causing more trouble for me and you... In addition, I will send my men to go with you, otherwise you can't return to your companions alive."
The facts are often cruel, and the Lord of the living corpse is very used to sending cruel facts to other people's faces, which is irrefutable and oppressed.
Listening to the other party's plain but indisputable words, Ron finally did not insist this time, but gently nodded his head.
"I see."
If he still sent the high-level corpse with the dead wind, Ron didn't have much rejection, because after contacting each other along the way, he found that at least the corpse was a relatively easy to talk among many high-level corpses.
Of course, this is only relative. Ron can't be absolutely assured of each other. Unfortunately, he also knew that it was almost impossible to return to his friends if he went on the road alone.
What's more, now that the ice coffin is in hand, there must be no loss all the way back!
But just then, Ron, who was slightly hanging his head and leaning towards the door, suddenly found that there were two more figures outside the door - the Gemini called "devoured" by those of the same kind, and they also came back.
"Come in."
Although the devil didn't look at the door from beginning to end, it seemed to have known the return of Gemini long ago. At this moment, he still waved his hand without looking and motioned them to enter the hall.
"Master -"
"Master."
After bowing her head to show respect, the elder sister of the girl with long hair took the initiative to report:
"We met arrogance on the way back before. In order not to let the other party close to the big army, my brother and I went to lead it away. Now iron arm is coming back with the big army, and the reception has also joined him, so we are also the first to return and report to the master in advance."
"Well," the devil nodded, "Very good... For 'arrogance', controlling your low-level clansmen can improve its own strength. No matter what it is for, you should keep it away as far as possible. You have done a good job... Logically, you have completed two important tasks, and I should give you a break, but... Now there is a more important task for you Done. "
"Resolutely complete the task!"
The girl with long hair showed her attitude immediately without even waiting for her master to say the content of the task. Her determination to be loyal and obedient to her master can be seen. As soon as she finished speaking, her brother immediately repeated this sentence, saying it with the same determination.
"Well," the devil nodded again, "the task is to escort Mr. Weasley back to France - you know the location of the camp on the other side of the Strait, so I don't have to say more."
"Don't cross the channel, just go to the beach in Sidon -"
Ron, who had been silent since just now, suddenly couldn't help but open his mouth and reminded him in a stuffy voice. But before he finished, he saw the devil not far away, waved his hand and interrupted:
"You can't go there anymore... If you want to come back in the future, remember to land on the southeast coast of London."
"Why?" Ron asked subconsciously.
When the devil heard the speech, he answered after a little meal:
"Because the devil is heading south! Why do you think arrogance ran to the north before, but met you back so soon?"
"What?"
"Of course, don't worry too much..." the devil said faintly, "at least before the end of our next negotiation, as long as you don't come easily... Although you don't know what they want to do, I will be responsible for dragging their actions."
At this point, it finally backhanded and finally said:
"Let's go! It's time for you to get on your way... If you know the situation is urgent, don't waste any more time. Otherwise, I'm afraid neither of us will end well."