"I want to draw my sword" - this was Harry's first reaction when he realized that someone appeared behind him without warning.
However, even if the voice was hoarse and low, and sounded disturbing, even if he quickly thought that it should be the master of living corpses, the demon "Greed", even if he understood that the other party must have a very terrifying power... Dangha When Lee realized that it might really be Maka, he couldn't pull out his sword.
As for whether that is true
have no idea.
Even though Hermione and Luna seemed to be becoming more and more confident as they went from suspicion to conjecture to speculation, in the final analysis there was still no conclusion.
This reminded Harry subconsciously of the time when everyone was taking exams together at Hogwarts. It was as if Hermione and the others had finished the test paper and were whispering about the answers in the corridor. When several students with good grades were added together, the answers became clearer and clearer.
But the facts have already proven that even Hermione, even in her best subjects, which she always excelled in, often did not get full marks in the final test paper.
Until the results come out, conjectures are just conjectures.
Therefore, Harry, who had never done well in exams, felt very confused at this time. He just subconsciously held the cold hilt, as if he wanted to draw more courage from the sword named after "Gryffindor", even if he just wanted to turn around at the moment - he didn't need to draw the sword, just turned around. Try to face it, that's all.
He already had a lot of courage, but it was not enough for the possibilities he had to face at this time.
But unfortunately, the sword of Gryffindor is not called the sword of courage. On the contrary, it is the one that requires courage and transformation into strength. This is like a half-fed person asking for food from a poor and starving ghost. How can he get it
So Harry didn't move, he didn't turn around, he didn't answer, and he couldn't possibly draw his sword. He was just a little stiff, and for a moment he felt that he didn't know what to do.
Obviously, the quieter the surroundings are at this time, the heavier the atmosphere will become, so much so that it may make people breathless. Fortunately, the voice coming from behind did not stop.
"Don't you think they are the residents here? Although the birth process is definitely not beautiful, or even a little bad, but you see, they are also living beings... That guy Haierbo must be wrong - Big It’s absolutely wrong, but what’s wrong with them?”
After he finished speaking, Harry's ears finally became quiet. But this time, the silence is a little different, because it no longer makes people feel heavy and hard to breathe, but it is more thought-provoking.
Because the pressure caused by certain uncertainties was gone, through these words, Harry began to gradually become convinced of the other party's true identity. So he suddenly felt that he could speak... but he still didn't know what to say.
The other party's question was too complicated and difficult, and he couldn't answer it.
After a moment of silence and thinking, Harry confirmed that he could not answer this question, and even if he had to answer, he could only answer "I don't know." Therefore, he also decided to ask a question, replacing the answer with a question.
"Are they...really considered 'life'?"
No matter whether they are low-level or high-level living zombies, they are really not good-looking, even the twins. And when it is unpleasant to look at, it is difficult for people to have any empathy.
Some people say that the first impression often determines most of other people's perceptions, and perhaps this is the truth.
However, Harry, who was hiding in the invisibility cloak at the moment, looked at the busy zombies over there from a distance, and found that these guys who had once disgusted, hated, and even fought desperately on the battlefield seemed to be the same as what he had in mind. The looks don't exactly match.
Those ordinary zombies, low-level zombies and some high-level zombies are numb and only have an instinctive aura, but some high-level zombies who are leading the command have a faint emotion.
Their emotions are naturally not as rich as those of humans, but they are still impossible to ignore. Some of his subordinates would get angry if they were slow in moving lumber, some would be annoyed if a house was built crookedly, two guys were discussing together, and Harry even saw a look of stupidity on the face of a tall, strong, high-level living corpse. smile.
Yes, that face is a bit ugly and definitely not in line with human aesthetics. However, no matter how ugly the smile is, it will become beautiful because of its purity.
Just as Harry was staring at the picture in a daze, the voice behind him answered his question.
"Life actually has many, many forms. Even if they don't have those expressions on their faces that can touch people's hearts, they can still be counted as life." The voice said deep and steady, "But I also feel that people with these emotions Life should be more beautiful, so I found a way to give them some emotion."
After hearing these two sentences, Harry felt that he didn't know what to say anymore. But he also realized that if he didn't say something, Hermione and the others would definitely blame him if they found out later. Maybe... I'll even get a scolding.
So, he finally spoke with difficulty and confusion.
"Why? Ma—"
He couldn't finish what he was saying because a hand suddenly put on his shoulder and patted him gently, interrupting his words. The force of the hand on the shoulder was familiar, the rhythm was peaceful, but the color was pitch black.
"Go back and go with that Miss Granger! There's no need to wear an invisibility cloak and come here alone... It's really not necessary. After all, except for the fact that there is a lot of ice in this city, no one will stop you. You can go at any time. Walk around and look around.”
After saying that, Harry suddenly felt relaxed all over his body. This was not because of the content of what the other party said, but because he could feel that the other party had already left with the last word.
While his psychological pressure plummeted, Harry felt inexplicably empty in his heart - even he was gradually convinced of the other party's identity, and he also heard some valuable information from the other party, but why couldn't he be happy? Woolen cloth
After lowering his head and thinking for a few seconds, Harry realized that he couldn't figure it out with his own brain, and couldn't help but shake his head. So after taking another look at the living corpses who were repairing the house, he turned around and walked back step by step, somewhat dejectedly.
Not long after, the gray cloak team that was about to pass through the outer suburbs suddenly had another figure. The high-level zombie leading the way didn't know if he noticed it, but at least he didn't pay attention to it.
"Harry? Didn't you agree to meet up inside? Why...are you back now?" Ron asked in a lowered voice.