Not long after returning to London, Harry began to have a high fever... To be honest, if this is the price that must be borne to kill a demon, Harry would rather have the temperature on his forehead a few degrees higher.

So now Harry lying in bed, although he is always awake and confused, his mood doesn't seem to be as bad as he thought.

However, in another room only one wall away from his room, Ron, who can only lie in bed and can't do anything, is full of complex sighs.

"Forget it... It's just that it's changed from 'waste' to 'waste without legs'. Since it's all waste, what's the difference between having legs or not?"

Half leaning on the soft pillow, Ron looked sideways at the crystal clear ice world outside the window. After subconsciously reaching out and touching the vacancy below half of his thigh, he sighed with self mockery.

Because the leg is broken too thoroughly, even in the magic world, it is difficult to regenerate the broken limb by ordinary means.

Of course, what made him not despair even when he lost his legs, and even laugh at himself in bed like now, was definitely not the "waste" argument in his mouth.

In these days, Ron has witnessed countless cruel scenes with everyone. Compared with those who died humbly in this disaster, he is still alive, which is a lucky thing. And so "lucky" he, what reason to call himself "unfortunate"?

"... yes! I'm already very lucky... It's just useless, that's all."

Just as Ron looked out of the window and muttered, suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Benedictine Benedictine."

Then, without waiting for Ron to respond, accompanied by a "squeak" sound of opening the door, a series of familiar footsteps extended from the door to the bedside.

"Ron, you're awake."

"Well," Ron scratched his head, turned his head a little, and squeezed out a smile that didn't smile much. "Ginny... How's Harry?"

"I still have a fever, but according to Delphi, there should be nothing wrong. It's just some sequelae of excessive use of mental power. I just gave him some water and now I'm asleep again, so... I'll come and see you."

"I'm fine too. Don't worry too much!" Ron smiled at his sister again and patted his broken leg carelessly, "Look! It's healed well and it doesn't hurt any more... Listen to Hermione, miss hornheim has promised to make me a pair of alchemy legs - maybe I can carve Rune arrays on my legs! Next time I have to run faster so as not to break my arms or anything... Oh, speaking of it, if my arms were made by Alchemy, would I become more powerful?"

He talked so long, like comforting Ginny, but like comforting herself. At the edge of the sick bed, Ginny sat down in the chair at the head of the bed - she didn't try to interrupt Ron, but listened quietly, with a look of gloom in her eyes when she occasionally glanced over each other's broken legs.

In fact, Ginny's situation is not very different from Ron's. today, when she watched Harry in a desperate situation on the battlefield, she found that she could hardly help and could only be taken away from the battle center by Neville, she was undoubtedly very painful.

So... Although she can't fully understand Ron's inner pain, she can understand it more or less.

A moment later, Ron, who had not fully recovered from his injury, probably said too many words. Fatigue occupied his body again, and he gradually dozed off again.

Ginny stared at his still frowned face for a while. Then she took out her wand and shook it gently. She laid him flat on the bed and covered the quilt.

"Have a good rest and come back to see you at dinner time."

After whispering, she got up from her chair and quietly withdrew from the room.

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At the other end of the corridor, a little further from the two rooms of Harry and Ron, there is a small living room, which is mostly vacant before and after the disaster - which is obviously not a big deal in the old Buckingham Palace.

However, in these two days, it has rarely been used.

"Click."

Hermione reached out, unscrewed the handle, pushed the door in, and then closed the door again. Then she saw that many people, such as Delphi, were sitting or standing in several places in the living room.

"Hermione, did he say anything?"

Seeing Hermione coming in and sitting on the sofa with Hannah, Neville immediately stood up and asked.

"At least we haven't said what we want to hear most." Hermione pursed her lips and sat down on the sofa opposite them. "The most important thing is to mention Harry's high fever, so the subsequent demon killing plan will be stopped for the time being... That's all. As for the rest... He really wants us to accept the living corpses."

After returning to the palace, the others hurriedly treated and settled the wounded Harry and Ron. There were two wizards who were good at treatment, Safina and Hannah, and Sarah assisted with alchemy. The problem was not big. And the "Lord of the living corpse" Over there, some living corpses were sent to help, but when they were finished, they called Hermione to discuss the next arrangement.

Most of the others wanted to go, but Hermione thought about it and decided to go to see each other alone - probably in her heart, she never gave up and was looking forward to some explanation from each other.

Yes, even some specious reminders are good.

Unfortunately, now it seems that even when two people meet alone, the "Lord of the corpse" doesn't want to reveal anything.

"Let's accept the living corpses... What's good for him?" Safina curled her lips and frowned. "Plus the action of killing demons... Hum, inexplicable!"

Although her statement is full of personal prejudice, it also points directly to the root of the problem. It not only makes people pick no mistakes, but also makes people think deeply.

In recent days, we have been thinking about the pros and cons, trying to find some possible clues. However, until Hermione had just talked to each other, they were still confused.

Knowing that the other party must have their own plans, or even be constrained and driven by some complex reasons, they still can't see through the mystery clouds in front of and behind them, which is really boring.