"what sound?"
"It's Muggle gunshots! Come on, go out and see—"
Although the sound only sounded once, Harry was able to distinguish the special sound at once. And listening to the movement, it seems that it is still very close to here.
I saw him waving, and then rushed outside the shopping mall.
"Probably over here."
As soon as they left the house, Harry led everyone and immediately turned around and ran to the left.
The thick fog made it impossible for them to run too fast, because they had to be alert to obstacles that might appear in front of them at any time while running. After all, it would be stupid to bump into a tree while running.
After they gathered together and ran a few steps along the sidewalk outside, Harry paused for a moment, then turned around and entered the alley next to the shopping mall.
And it was at this time...
"boom!"
Another shot, closer—Harry bet the shooter was further down the alley. It's just because of the omnipresent fog that they can't see where each other is.
"You keep your body low, and then you have to walk softly and slowly."
Harry gestured to the people who were following him as agreed, then he bowed his back and began to move forward cautiously along the wall.
"Who is there!"
Yet it was clear that the other person was neither deaf nor stupid. It was so quiet here. Even if they started to pay attention to the footsteps now, the sound of running just now was still heard by the other party.
Harry and the others couldn't help but stop when they heard this and looked at each other. Then Ginny spoke:
"Don't worry, we don't mean any harm, we just came over to check on the gunfire just now... Are you okay? What are you fighting?"
The words fell slightly, but the other party didn't give any answer. This made Ginny pause for a moment before she couldn't help but call the other party a few more times.
And soon, they knew why the man didn't speak.
"move back-"
Harry stretched out his arms and stopped everyone behind him. Only then did everyone notice that several lifeless figures suddenly appeared in the fog ahead. Looking at the shuffling and swaying steps of those figures, everyone knew that these were definitely not the people who had just spoken.
"It's a living corpse!"
Apparently, the other party wanted Harry and the others to lure these living corpses away from them. And it is obvious that the opponent's strategy of diverting trouble to the east was very successful.
"careful."
Harry held the Sword of Gryffindor and hesitated for a moment, but did not immediately use the power of the sword. He just stood there, staring at the figures getting closer and closer, and their figures gradually became clearer and clearer.
It can be seen that all the living corpses are in ragged clothes, and one of them still has a small hole on his cheek, and dark blood is slowly flowing out of it.
Needless to say, it must have been a bullet hole.
Harry did not dare to take this lightly. After observing carefully for a while, he dared to judge that these were probably just very low-level living corpses - he had to be careless. If he made a wrong judgment, he might lose his life. of!
After truly distinguishing the degree of evolution of these living corpses, Harry stepped forward step by step and directly raised the sword in his hand.
Although those living corpses suddenly sprinted over after approaching a certain distance, they were no match for Harry at all.
With a few soft "swish" sounds, he easily chopped down the living corpses to the ground one by one with only the sharpness of Gryffindor's sword. The whole process didn't even take more than a minute.
However, after Harry wiped out these living corpses, he frowned and stepped back, as if something aroused his doubts.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ginny whispered beside him.
"It's okay," Harry shook his head, "I just feel that the combat ability of these living zombies seems... too low?"
"Well?"
When Ron heard this, he couldn't help but come up and said:
"What do you mean? And isn't it a good thing that those guys have become weaker? Why are they still looking so gloomy?"
"Well, that's probably a good thing!" Harry said, "It's just that the fog is obviously much thicker than before, but these living corpses are weaker than before... Forget it, let's not think about this for now."
He put aside the doubts in his heart for the time being, and then raised his voice again and said:
"We have eliminated the enemy. You can come over. Of course, we can ignore the fact that you deliberately used us as bait just now, but please don't shoot at us. Believe me, your bullets are useless against us. .”
That being said, Harry was actually quite wary of Muggle guns, especially when his vision was limited.
But at this moment, the other party finally spoke again.
"Sorry, I was forced to do so just now. I will not ask you to forgive me, but... please answer me a question first, are you a 'wizard'?"
"oh?"
When Harry heard him ask this, he immediately thought to himself that it was true - the other party must be a Muggle.
"Yes," he thought for a while and said calmly, "We are wizards and we are here to investigate the situation in the fog. Can you tell us what happened specifically? You are the only survivor here. one?"
After hearing this, the other party seemed to finally relax a little. Harry soon heard the other party sigh and say:
"You're late, you're too late."
As soon as he heard him say this, Harry saw another figure slowly walking out of the fog in front of him - it was a middle-aged man wearing a police uniform and still holding a pistol in his hand.
When he saw that all six of Harry and the others were young faces, he couldn't help but be surprised.
"You are really... okay! I know, I shouldn't use ordinary people's common sense to judge the situation of your wizards."
As the police officer spoke, he put his pistol back into his holster, and then continued:
"Everyone, I think you have a lot of questions to ask, just like I also have a lot of questions to ask you. But before that, we have to get out of here - even though it is quiet here, there are actually many in this city. Scattered zombies are wandering quietly."
"Is it just similar to the one just now?" Harry asked, "Or is there something more powerful?"
"I personally don't know very well, after all, they all look the same to me - they will fall down only if the bullet hits the head, and then they will get up again after a while, and they can't be killed no matter what!" He said, "But some people will fall down. But tell me, there are differences between them. The closer to London, the stronger..."
"'Someone'? Who is that?" Harry couldn't help asking again after hearing this.