"boom!"
"ah-"
Ron was slapped out of London by the demon. Maka wanted to help him block it, but she couldn't in the end. Seeing him flying out of the mist like a kite with its string cut off, Maka suddenly frowned, and then while resisting the attack of the demon that teleported in front of her, she also flew out backwards.
Soon, Maka was seen falling next to Ron who was lying on the ground, and at the same time he turned back to glance. After confirming that the demon obviously still couldn't leave the scope of the gray mist, he felt a little relieved.
"Ron, it's okay, don't worry! It's just a trauma, it will be over soon-"
Listening to Ron's wailing in his ears, he quickly took out a bottle of potion from his waist, pulled out the cork and planned to pour it on the other person's shoulder.
Just now, the devil slapped him on his left shoulder, almost smashing the whole shoulder. The bloody patch looked really scary. But as he said, the injury was not serious and could be cured on the spot with medicine.
But just as he was about to pour down the potion, Maka suddenly stopped what he was doing and stared at Ron's injury for a moment.
"Um?"
He didn't wait too long, and soon he saw the bright green liquid flowing out and landing on Ron's shoulder. With a burst of white smoke rising, the rotten flesh at the wound recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a blink of an eye, the blood-stained shoulder and arm had successfully regenerated, and Ron finally calmed down.
"Okay, get up quickly!" Maka reached out and patted him, then asked, "Ron, there's something I want to ask you. I just found out -"
"It's about wound healing, right? Hiss—" Ron moved his shoulders and said with a grimace, "To be honest, I don't know exactly what this is about... Maka, if I told you, I might I have already 'died' twice, do you believe it?"
"How to say?"
Maka asked as she reached out and pulled him up from the ground. After listening to Ron briefly explain what happened before, he saw the other person put his hand into the tattered collar and took out the necklace with only a bottle cap left. .
"I think that may be what it does," Ron shook his head and said, "Do you remember? That small bottle of ashes that Professor Dumbledore left for me! When I was in a coma... uh, maybe I was about to die. When I dropped it, it shattered and left such an indelible mark on my chest.”
Watching Ron pull apart his collar, Maka came up to take a look, and even stretched out her fingers to touch it. Then, he frowned slightly and thought secretly.
"Maka?" Ron saw him thinking about it and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what the ashes are?"
"Maybe it has something to do with the professor's phoenix Fox!"
Maka said casually, and suddenly reached out her hand and scratched Ron's chest skin exposed to the air again. Then, Ron heard a soft cry of "Ouch", and there was a cut mark on the skin of his shoulder that oozed blood.
"Maka, if you want to try it, tell me in advance!"
But Maka just waved her hand and nodded when she saw that the scratch had indeed begun to heal automatically.
"Although the specifics require further research, you may not die easily in the future!" He said to Ron, "It's just that it's best not to regard this self-healing ability as your trump card. Don't be reckless. Got it? ?”
"Of course," Ron immediately shook his head and said, "Even if it can heal on its own, it will still hurt when it should hurt! Especially the two times before when I felt that I was really not far from death, that feeling was not pleasant. !”
"As long as you know!"
After saying that, Maka put her hand on his shoulder and said solemnly:
"We'll talk about the self-healing ability later. Let's go back to the camp first... I hope the guy you mentioned hasn't left yet."
Before he finished speaking, before Ron could react, his eyes suddenly blurred. Immediately afterwards, he found that Maka had taken him directly back to the corner of the open space in the center of St. Mungo's Camp.
But when he looked around again, it was as if Maka himself had not come back with him at all, and there was no one around him.
Just when Ron couldn't help but feel nervous, he heard Maka's voice passing by his ears:
"Wait here, don't run around."
After the sentence ended, there was no more sound. Ron knew that Maka must have quietly left to find someone. As for himself, it seemed that it was really best not to wander around, as it would be bad if he met the fake first.
But after Ron stayed there for a while, he realized that he didn't really need to stand here.
"It seems like nothing happened in the camp?"
He looked around and occasionally saw one or two figures passing between the tents, each busy with their own affairs.
But think about it, if that guy wants to leave, there is no need to make any big noise. As for the other party's excellent disguise, it is obviously not difficult to take away a person who is not suspicious.
And just as Ron was thinking alone in this corner, another familiar figure suddenly sounded from behind him, causing him to immediately turn around.
"Ron? Are you back?"
It's Ginny!
Thank God, at least even if the fake Maka had taken someone away, that person wasn't Ginny!
"Ginny, are you okay? Nothing happened?"
"Something happened? What could happen to me in this camp?" Ginny immediately slapped his hand away, then looked him up and down and said, "I am asking you this, right? Didn't you go to accept Wei?" Really? It turns out that Neville and the others are back, but you... why are you trying to be a hero!"
Ginny dialed him around and checked all the damaged areas on his clothes. After finding nothing wrong, she slapped him hard on the back.
"Tell me! What's going on?"
"Ouch-"
Ron covered his lower back with his backhand and said awkwardly:
"It's okay, it's really okay! I just went to find Maka... I'll talk about it later!"
Although his unexpected self-healing ability had already repaired the injury on his back, the near-fatal injury at that time was not fake, and he still has lingering fears until now. The pain from Ginny's slap immediately reminded him of his near-death experience, and a layer of smooth cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.
However, he could not blame Ginny for this. After all, this was also a way for Ginny to express her worries... although, this method was somewhat crude.
But at this moment, Ginny frowned and said:
"Going to find Maka? Isn't Maka in the camp? Just now I saw him going to find Luna..."
"Is it Luna?"