"boom!"
Until now, Ron still didn't know what the other party's so-called "gift" was.
It was just covered with a thin black velvet cloth, and it seemed to be long and square in outline. It was carried by several high-level zombies that Ron had never seen before, and landed gently but heavily on the floor of the hall. .
As they carried this thing past, Ron felt a chill to his bones - which made him really not want to get close.
However, he did not move, but someone moved first.
Just after the high-level zombies put down their "gifts" and exited the hall in silence and low-key, Ron was extremely vigilant and saw the black figure sitting lazily on the high steps. , finally stood up from the throne for the first time today and walked down step by step.
"Aren't you here to 'open the gift'? I heard that a gift can only show its greatest value when it is opened by one's own hands... isn't it?" The devil slowly walked to the gift and looked at it. Ron said from afar, "Besides, I said don't worry, so you don't have to worry anymore - if I want to do something to you, to 'you', I don't need any tricks."
This is a true statement. At least when facing a mere Ron Weasley, the devil does not need to use unnecessary tricks. Even Ron himself thinks so.
And even if you take a step back, even if the other party wants to force Ron to accept this "gift" now, Ron will definitely not be able to resist. Whether you like it or not, you have to obey.
This is a gap in strength and situation, and no one can deny it.
so…
"good."
Ron gritted his teeth secretly, not knowing how much mental preparation he had made. He finally took a few steps forward, stretched out his right hand and slowly grabbed the black velvet covering the "gift".
It was cold, it was really cold. It was so cold that Ron's weak hands couldn't help but tremble. It was so cold that he felt like his bones were aching.
Is this a psychological effect caused by extreme tension? Or are they the remaining symptoms of the previous painful tortures along the way
No, none of that! Ron knew very well that even if these factors existed, they would never be the main reasons.
He is shaking just because he is cold! It's really cold!
The biting cold air penetrated the black velvet and silently enveloped a small space near it, causing Ron, who was standing close by, to subconsciously shrink his neck.
Is it just a big ice lump covered underneath
Ron thought this, but he also understood that there was no room for retreat now, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He just took another half step forward, speeding up like a broken pot, and then used his right hand, which was as cold as chicken claws, to grab the black cloth on top, and suddenly pulled it aside.
"Wow-"
The black velvet lifted up in the air, and then floated aside as Ron let go, falling quietly to the floor. As a result, the so-called "gift" that had been concealed until now finally revealed its mysterious true appearance.
Then, Ron was stunned for a moment.
"Really... just a piece of ice?"
It was a large rectangular piece of ice that seemed to be cut very neatly, with every edge and corner intact, without any defects or cracks.
But probably because of the water vapor in the air, it was extremely cold, making its smooth mirror-like surface covered with a thick but soft layer of frost. It was brought in by several high-level zombies just now, so on the lower edge of this big ice block, you can still see several clear indentations of being touched.
Somehow, Ron suddenly had an inexplicable feeling of déjà vu in his heart.
And just as Ron stared at the ice, dazed there, he heard the devil on the other side speak again.
"'Ice lump'? Oh, of course not - the important thing is not the ice, the gift is still in the ice."
As soon as the other party finished speaking, the familiar feeling in Ron's heart suddenly turned into an extremely bad premonition. This was not because there was any danger in the lump of ice in front of him, but... He suddenly found that he seemed to understand where the familiar feeling in his heart came from!
This is an ice coffin! Just like the great wizard Albus Dumbledore, who sleeps forever on the shores of Lake Hogwarts, he is also sleeping in a special block of ice that is similar to the one in front of him. But compared to Dumbledore's bite, this one was obviously smaller.
Of course, this is not the most important thing right now. The key thing is, who is sleeping in this ice coffin
After thinking about it, Ron could never find an answer that he could confirm for sure - there were too many possibilities, but at the same time too few. At the very least, the person who could lie here and let the devil in front of him give it as a "gift" would definitely not be just an unknown person who died innocently at the hands of a living corpse.
So to be honest, Ron didn't dare to reach out anymore. He was afraid that when he wiped away the layer of frost, he would see a figure that would make him heartbroken.
Therefore, Ron suddenly raised his head again and glared at the devil opposite with anger in his eyes. All fears and worries disappeared for a while, because for him, the unknown hidden in the ice coffin in front of him was probably the thing that scared him the most at the moment.
However, the tall figure standing on the other side of the ice coffin still looked so indifferent and calm.
"Oh, don't look at me like that... I think I said it from the beginning. This is a 'gift' that I hope to convey goodwill to you and show friendship. In fact, I spent a lot of time It took a lot of effort and a lot of risk to 'stolen' it from a very dangerous place... Mr. Weasley, you have to understand that it actually has nothing to do with me."
As for this, maybe the other party no longer wanted to let Ron waste time and drag him on, so he suddenly reached out and "stabbed" the ice cube covered with ice crystals and frost and wiped it hard.
In an instant, a piece of frost was wiped aside, revealing a smooth and transparent ice surface.
Regardless of whether Ron wanted it or not, the other party's move immediately made him subconsciously follow the movement of the hand and cast his gaze on the patch of ice.
It seems a little dark in the ice. This should be because except for this area, the other sides are still covered by frost, and not much light can penetrate.
But, enough... This was enough, because Ron had already seen an extremely familiar face there.
"How can this be?"