"Hmm... hiss..."
In the eastern suburbs of London, a gasping sound suddenly came from a bush beside a main road. Then with a burst of movement, a figure crawled out of the grass, half squatting and half kneeling.
"Why am I... not dead?"
That was Ron, yes, the Ron who had been hit by a crushing curse from the dark wizard before and was left to die.
I just don’t know why, but he actually survived again this time after being hit in the head with an explosive curse in the church.
"Uh... It sounds like I really want to die!"
Although he was full of confusion - after all, the feeling when his back was hit by the Crushing Curse still stayed in his mind.
The feeling of pain that numbed the entire back and even the abdominal cavity, as well as the large semi-solidified blood stains still left on his clothes and in the grass, were enough to prove how serious the injury was at that time.
Obviously, such a large amount of blood loss can completely kill him twice and still have some leftover!
But... isn't he still dead
"but-"
Ron was still lying on the road a little weakly. He moved his back slightly, and immediately felt a stinging pain. To be honest, the pain was much lighter than before he fainted, but it still showed that the injury still remained.
In other words, compared with the last time, the recovery was still restored, but the healing effect was obviously not as good as the first time in the church.
"Forget it, anyway... I don't know why, but now I can think..." Ron felt the remaining stinging feeling and whispered to himself, "Even if I am fatally injured, I will still be injured." Aren’t you going to die?”
But after thinking for a moment, he quickly shook his head.
"It's better not to think so beautifully. It's probably because of some abnormality in the recovery ability, and it seems that the wound healing speed is slower than last time... Speaking of which, why is this?"
Thinking of this, Ron climbed up from the ground with some difficulty and stood firm on the tree next to him. After leaning against the tree trunk for a rest, he felt that his feet seemed to be stronger. He couldn't help but realize that the inexplicable recovery power had not stopped, and the remaining injuries on his back were still being healed bit by bit. Being repaired.
He leaned against the tree trunk, raised his hand and squeezed it slightly. The increasingly tangible sense of strength made him feel relieved.
"baffling!"
While he was complaining like this, Ron felt a little more joyful and satisfied in his heart - even if this resilience might only be temporary.
After all, after being stuck among friends who were getting stronger over the years, he had imagined that he would make great progress more than once.
Even for a short period of time, Ron always longed to become "special". He is mediocre and powerless. He has already had enough of dodging every crisis and needing to be protected all day long!
"Although... I can take a beating but I can't fight back. Can this be considered 'becoming stronger'?"
While waiting to regain some strength, he wondered to himself what kind of mentality it would be like to be a "hard-shell turtle". He took the opportunity to touch his body up and down, left and right, which seemed to be a little strange.
Suddenly, his right hand that touched his chest paused for a moment, and then he quickly reached out and dug into his collar. When he found that he only took out a silver chain with a small bottle cap, the scene when he received the relic from Professor Dumbledore suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Ah! Is it that small bottle of ashes...?"
When he thought of this, he hurriedly pulled open the collar that had become torn due to the dark wizard's explosion spell, and looked down at his chest. Right where the vial had fallen, there was a gray mark on the skin that could not be wiped off.
Yes, it can't be wiped off, it's like a tattoo burned directly on the skin - although it looks like a gray stain left by not taking a bath for many years, which makes people unable to think of him at all. That becomes quite an abnormal body's ability to recover.
"Ah... does it have something to do with this? Or did it just happen to be broken?"
After the pain in his back completely disappeared, his physical strength further recovered. Although his current state is far from being fully recovered, he obviously can't wait any longer.
"Time is running out!"
Putting aside the messy doubts in his mind that had no reliable answers, Ron finally stopped wasting time and turned around, heading towards downtown London.
The guys blocking the intersection before were gone, which meant that he no longer had to think about how to pass.
"Maka... where are you? I have to find you as soon as possible... Ah, I don't know how long I was asleep just now-"
"Well, at least it's still daylight!"
…
To be honest, Maka and Haierbo's location is actually very easy to find.
Because although they are always moving, no matter where they hit, they will suffer disaster and make a lot of noise.
In this case, it is actually very easy to judge whether it is the dark wizards who are trying their best to avoid it or Ron who wants to find Maka as soon as possible.
Not long after, even though he couldn't see too far because of the gray fog, the astonishing sounds of fighting still guided Ron all the way to a certain neighborhood that had become ruins.
"boom-"
Suddenly, Ron, who had just run here, felt the ground beneath his feet tremble violently, as if a giant had stomped hard nearby.
After regaining his balance a little, Ron stretched out his hand to support the outer wall of the street shop and looked around.
nobody! The sounds of fighting continued again and again, and from time to time there would be a scary-looking crack on the street, but he couldn't see a single figure.
"Maka...should be here, right? Fighting with Haierbo? Invisible?"
Several questions ran through his mind one by one. Ron opened his mouth, but still didn't dare to speak casually. He wanted to call Maka to see if Maka was hiding nearby; but when he thought that his words might affect Maka's battle, he might even cause unnecessary harm to the other party.
But at the next moment, suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air from the center of the street not far away.
"Ron?"
Maka stopped momentarily from her high-speed movement and turned to look at the familiar figure on the roadside who should never have appeared here.
"Ron... is it really you?"