Chapter 2260

"Want to draw the 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 frightening, even if he soon thought that it should be the Lord of the corpse and the devil "greed", even if he knew that the other party must have a very terrible power... When Harry realized that it might be Marca, his sword couldn't be pulled out.

As for whether that is true or not?

hear nothing of.

Even though Hermione and Luna seem more and more confident from doubt to conjecture and then to speculation, in the final analysis, there is no final conclusion.

This made Harry subconsciously think of the time when he went to school in Hogwarts and took the exam together. It was as if Hermione had finished the test paper and whispered to the answer in the corridor. As soon as several students with good grades added up, the answer became clearer and clearer.

But the original facts have long proved that even Hermione, even in her best subjects, the final test scores are often not full marks.

Before the result comes out, the guess is just a guess.

So Harry, who had never done well in the exam, felt very confused at this time. He just subconsciously held the cold hilt and seemed to want to draw more courage from the sword named "Gryffindor", even if he just wanted to turn around now - he didn't need to draw the sword, just turned around and tried to face it, that's all.

He has a lot of courage now, but it is not enough for the possibility he wants to face directly at this time.

Unfortunately, Gryffindor's sword is not called the sword of courage. On the contrary, it is the side that needs courage and transformation into strength. It's like a half full man looking for a poor hungry ghost to eat. How can he get it?

So Harry didn't move. He didn't turn around, didn't answer, and couldn't draw his sword. He was just a little stiff. For a moment, he felt that he didn't know what to do.

Obviously, the quieter it is around at this time, the heavier the atmosphere will become, so that people may be out of breath. But fortunately, the voice from behind didn't stop.

"Don't you think they are residents here? Although the birth process is certainly not beautiful, even a little bad, but you see, they are also one life... Haier Bo's guy must be wrong - very wrong, but what's wrong with them?"

The voice dropped a little, and Harry's ear was quiet after all. But this time, this quiet is somewhat different, because it will no longer make people feel heavy and difficult to breathe, but it is more thought-provoking.

Because the pressure caused by some uncertainty was gone, through these words, Harry began to gradually believe in each other'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 is too complicated and difficult for him to answer.

After a moment of silence and reflection, Harry confirmed that he could not answer the question. Even if he had to answer, he could only answer "I don't know". Therefore, he also decided to ask a question instead of answering.

"Are they really 'life'?"

The zombie family, no matter low or high, is really not good-looking, even the Gemini. In the case of making people look unpleasant, it is difficult to make people have any empathy.

Some people say that first impressions often determine most of others' perceptions, perhaps this is the truth.

However, Harry, who was hiding in his invisibility cloak at the moment, looked at the busy corpses over there from a distance, but found that these guys who once disgusted him, hated him, and even fought desperately on the battlefield did not seem to be completely consistent with his impression.

Those ordinary living corpses, low-level living corpses and some high-level living corpses are numb and only have an instinctive breath, but some high-level living corpses who lead the command have a faint emotion.

Their feelings are naturally not as rich as human beings, but they still can not be ignored. Some of his men would be angry if they moved wood slowly, some would be annoyed if the house was built askew, two guys were discussing together, and even Harry saw a silly smile on the face of a tall and strong high-ranking corpse.

Yes, that face is a little ugly, which is by no means in line with human aesthetics. However, no matter how ugly the smile is, it will become beautiful because of purity.

As Harry stared at the picture, the voice behind him answered his question.

"Life actually has many, many shapes. Even if they don't have those expressions that can touch people's hearts, they can still be counted as life." the voice was deep and steady, "but I also think life with these emotions should be more beautiful, so I tried to give them some emotions."

Listening to each other's two sentences, Harry immediately felt that he didn't know what to say. But he realized that if he didn't say anything, Hermione and they knew that they would complain about themselves. Maybe... I'll be scolded.

So he finally spoke hard and confused.

"Why? Ma -"

He couldn't finish his words because a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder and patted him gently, interrupting his conversation. The strength of the hand on the shoulder is familiar, the rhythm is peaceful, but the color is dark.

"Go back and go with Miss Granger! It's not necessary to come alone in an invisible cloak... It's really not necessary. After all, no one will stop you in this city except for more ice. You can go everywhere at any time."

Then Harry suddenly felt a sense of relief. This is not because of the content of the words said by the other party, but because he can feel that the other party has left first with the exit of the last word.

At the same time of the sudden drop of psychological pressure, Harry felt a little empty in his heart - it was clear that even he was gradually convinced of each other's identity, and heard some valuable information from each other's mouth, but why couldn't he be happy?

After thinking for a few seconds with his head down, Harry found that he couldn't clear his mind by himself. He couldn't help shaking his head. So after glancing at the living corpses who were repairing the house, he turned around and walked back step by step, rather dejected.

Before long, another figure suddenly appeared in the gray bucket canopy team that was about to pass through the outer suburbs. The high-ranking corpse who led the way didn't know whether he noticed it, but at least he didn't pay attention.

"Harry? Didn't you agree to meet in there? Why... Are you back now?" asked Ron in a low voice.