Ron thought that no matter what he did, he would at least have a chance to escape. But facts have proven that no matter how rigorous the plan is, accidents will always happen, and the endings are often unpredictable.
What's more, his plan was obviously not rigorous at all.
"Are you going to die?"
At that moment, he watched the exploding fireball gradually enlarge in his field of vision, but what passed through his heart was not sadness for his own powerlessness. Even before this, he had sighed hundreds of times about his own strength, but when death suddenly came, he no longer felt sorry for himself.
He was just thinking that maybe it would be better to die like this. At least it would be a small contribution to the safe retreat of those Aurors.
Yes, even though he didn't seem to be of much use, they did withdraw sadly under his command after all, right
"Am I... closer to you?"
At that moment, the figures of Harry, Maka, Hermione, Neville and other friends seemed to flash in his sight one by one, but in the end they turned into a scorching flame, swallowing up his consciousness.
"boom-"
…
"died?"
After an explosion curse exploded in front of Ron's eyes, the dark wizards surrounding him glanced left and right at him - his blackened head and tattered clothes still burning with embers made him look extremely miserable.
"Can you survive?" Another dark wizard took off the half-mask covering his face, curled his lips and said, "The explosion curse directly hits the face, and the one who can survive is not a human being! And this kid... Although... It is indeed stronger than the average person, but that’s all.”
"Then let's go upstairs and have a look! Although those damn Aurors must have escaped long ago, it is still necessary to use the alchemy plate to test it - maybe we can still find the general direction."
"Hey, are you so eager to claim credit from Mr. Haierbo? It's understandable, understandable... But it's completely incomprehensible like Theros just did. In that case, would a fool rush in despite the magic flames?"
"Isn't he just a fool? We all follow Haierbo for the benefit. He is the only one who follows Haierbo because of his admiration for Haierbo—"
"Hush! Be careful of the trouble coming from your mouth! Or do you think that Mr. Haierbo is not capable of knowing what you have said?"
"Damn it, I'm used to making sarcastic remarks, and I haven't stopped a single one of them - Mr. Haierbo, what I just said was just some unintentional remarks. You have a lot of people, so don't worry..."
These dark wizards obviously didn't care about Ron's death at all. They chatted randomly and apparated to the second floor one after another.
And soon, another series of slightly higher-pitched conversations were heard:
"Huh? Who is this guy with a pierced intestine and a rotten belly? Dead or alive?"
"Oh, it looks so disgusting! But it looks like he's still alive?"
"Who do you care who he is? If he is still alive, wouldn't it be enough to kill him? But to be honest, even if he is left here without care, he will not live long... Look! His stomach is so rotten!"
Those voices were talking when suddenly another female voice with a slightly hoarse voice interrupted them and said:
"Don't kill him—keep him! They must have no choice but to stay here. After all, they are so injured that they can't be taken away with their followers... But with the temperament of the hypocrites of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, they might be able to do it afterwards. Will be back!"
Having said this, the female dark wizard couldn't help but sneered.
"Don't you think it's very likely that those guys will come back again afterwards?"
"You mean, bait?"
"Then keep it!" The wizard who just said to kill Tucker thought about it and then said, "Carter, have you detected anything over there?"
"No… "
The dark wizard named Carter lowered his head and twisted a metal rod on the alchemy disk, seeming to be adjusting something. But when he twisted the metal rod all the way but didn't see any specific reaction, he still shook his head.
"There are too many people Apparating, and the traces of the spell are too confusing... If there is a more accurate detector like the Ministry of Magic, or if it is measured when they leave, maybe some results can be detected."
"Forget it... Well, we can't chase him without knowing the location. It's better to follow what Cherry just said and wait and see here!"
But will the Aurors return
No, at least in a short period of time, they will not come again. Because everyone remembers that there is another "Mr. Ron Weasley" here who is fending off the enemy alone.
And these dark wizards who decided to stay and wait would not know that although they certainly couldn't wait for the group of Aurors who had killed many of their companions, they were still waiting for someone.
That person was Maka who received the notice from the Patron Saint of the Lion over at St. Mungo's Camp and came here alone!
…
"Um-"
A few minutes passed, and a figure appeared at the doorless entrance of the church. Then he looked at the completely destroyed doorway and groaned.
"Under attack?" Maka frowned slightly and said secretly, "Is this... Halbo has other subordinates working for him outside of London?"
Shaking his head slightly, he didn't stop at the door, and immediately stepped over several charred corpses lying on the ground and walked in.
There were actually only a few corpses inside and outside, which showed that although there was a battle here, it was not intense enough to lead to a fight to the death.
The church was now empty, with signs of damage everywhere, and even half of the innermost stairs had collapsed. However, the whole place was quiet, as if everyone had left.
"Well?"
Maka, who was walking along the middle aisle, suddenly saw a figure lying upside down in the pile of rocks caused by the collapse of the stairs.
"That is-"
He was about to step forward and take a closer look, but at this moment, as he was walking forward, he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the second floor.
There are people up there, and there are quite a few of them!
After a brief pause, he immediately kicked off his feet and flew up the only flight of stairs left. And the next second, the figures of the group of dark wizards on the second floor all fell into his sight.
Perhaps it was because his footsteps were so light and silent from beginning to end that when he appeared alone at the top of the stairs, none of the dark wizards noticed his appearance.
And... Of course, Auror Tucker, who was lying on the ground with a severely ulcerated abdominal cavity, also came into his eyes at this time.
"...Is this the first person to issue the so-called 'plague curse'?"