Living is a very lucky thing. Ron really knows it at this moment. Even if today's he may be less likely to die than others, but he often stabs himself with a dagger recently. In fact, he knows better. He will probably die easily when he dies!
The difference between being beaten to death with nine punches and being beaten to death with ten punches may be lucky to reflect the gap of that small punch at some critical moments, but most of the time, the difference between the two is really not as great as expected.
So now, even if Ron's eyes are very sore with gravel, most of the whole person has become disheartened and embarrassed, and he clearly knows that the giant devil must be near, but he is happy to laugh just because he has completed the task alive and made the maximum compensation for Hermione's plan that is almost on the verge of failure because of a series of accidents.
Of course, more importantly, he, Ron Weasley, finally proved his value again! It's great to help Harry and Hermione, their good friends!
"So... Harry, just concentrate on that damn big guy!"
……
Ron was so fascinated by the dust that he couldn't even open his eyes, and he was still choked when he covered his mouth and nose with his hands. In this case, even if he wanted to say something, he could only mutter in his heart. Harry must not hear it.
In fact, it seems so.
"Call -"
Suddenly, Ron, who was sitting next to the Rune Stone, heard a wind, whistling over his head not far from him. He didn't know that it was Harry he was thinking about, riding a broomstick, looking for his trace in the dust.
Obviously, Harry, who doesn't have magic sensing ability, is not good at finding people. He can only rely on the power given by Gryffindor's sword to obtain some abilities similar to "danger perception". At present, in the dust, the huge devil close at hand can clearly sense it, but it's more or less difficult for him to ask Ron's specific location.
"I knew I should have followed Hermione and them to learn some knowledge of ancient magic script... At least I wouldn't have lost my way within the array arranged by my own people like this!"
Ron didn't expect that Harry would have almost the same confession in his heart just a moment after he was deeply upset about it.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, a wave of magic that Harry and Ron could not feel suddenly rose from the ground under themselves and spread in all directions.
Then, mixed with the rapidly increasing gravity, the bound magic power filled all areas of the hillside in an instant.
The formation is really activated!
"... Ron succeeded... That is to say, Ron himself can't go out?"
At the moment when he realized this, Harry could not say that there was a taste in his heart. Should I be happy for Ron? After all, no matter how dull he is, his friend's mind can be detected.
However, if trapped by this formation and the devil "anger"... Ron will die!
For a moment, Harry was more anxious, and even the speed of the broom increased a bit again. The footsteps of the devil "angry" in my ears are slow but still exist, and even become more slow and heavy because of the start of the formation.
The dust raised cannot be recovered. Although the height has been reduced, it is obviously thicker near the ground.
"Luo Er... Cough... Cough..."
One mistake, Harry was choked, and the flight path became crooked.
"In short, confirm your position again, and then continue to look -"
On this thought, Harry kept coughing and pulling on the handle of the broom, and suddenly began to climb rapidly upward - it was just some dust, not the strange fog that enveloped the whole transit of England! Just fly higher and you'll be out soon.
"Poof."
Only a few seconds later, Harry rushed out of the top of the dust as before.
"Cough... It's a little hard!"
The established formation can not distinguish the enemy from the friend, and the application of gravity is indistinguishable. But the huge body of "anger" will bear much more restraint than Harry riding a broomstick.
And just as Harry came out of the dusty area again and began to observe his position from left to right, a cold wind suddenly blew from the side of the hillside, making Harry fight a cold war.
He subconsciously turned his head and saw a not tall figure at the other end of the hillside, holding a snake head short stick high and pointing straight at him.
This cold wind is obviously the other party's action.
"... Enns."
As Harry murmured to himself, the violent air swept the hillside, pushing the lingering dust towards the back of the hillside.
He was a little stunned. Although he had some regrets about little grace's action at this time, Harry soon remembered Ron who could not be found all over again. So, regardless of thinking more about Ernst, he hurriedly bent over and scanned away.
"What... Ron? Get out of the way!"
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His eyes were still tingling and his tears could not stop flowing, so that his face might have been covered with dust. But Ron still can't deal with these problems... Even, he has some habits in pain.
"Used to pain... I don't know if it's a good thing."
Ron, who was still sitting there, subconsciously touched his thigh.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, he turned his head slightly, as if he felt something.
"Is it... Windy?" he paused. "And it's not small!"
A few seconds later, the slight itching feeling that the dust was blown on the skin by the strong wind gradually disappeared. Ron only felt that his surroundings seemed to be "clean".
Did the wind blow away the dust?
I tried to blink the eyes with serious foreign body feeling. I still couldn't see anything clearly with tears blindfolded, but it seemed that there were no more gravel squeezing into my eyes as hard as just now. The sky may still be gloomy, but at least it has rebuilt a hazy light mixed with tears.
He was thinking so, but unexpectedly, the light left to himself was so short... Just for a moment, before the secreted tears washed away the sand in his eyes, he felt that the whole world seemed to be dark again.
Yes, it's like... The sky is falling!
"Ron... Come on... Get out of the way..."
It looks like Harry is shouting.