Chapter 1178: Ways to remind others

"Hermione, are you sure the entrance to that 'black market' ... right here?"
Ron glanced around, except for the seemingly ubiquitous mist still lingering, there was only a bit of a ruined wall.
Yes, it does look weird here. After all, the surrounding buildings are basically intact. Only this one has collapsed.
Beyond that, it looks like nothing special can be found.
"Should be right-Tonks said that the new entrance to the black market is a gallery, hidden between a Muggle old bookstore and a warehouse." Hermione pointed to the left and right, "Look! It's a bookstore, and on the other side is a warehouse ... and there are many oil paintings scattered in this ruin ... "
It hasn't been long before they sneak out from Diagon Alley.
Just because the four of them now have a "new technique" for hurrying, both the speed of movement and the concealment are very high, and they even effectively avoid the black wizards roaming around the city.
However, it is clear that there are disadvantages to moving with a broom.
Nowadays, London is full of dense fog. Flying in the air can only depend on the location of the takeoff and landing to determine the direction. Nothing can be seen flying all the way. This way, let alone find someone while flying.
It must be said that even if Hermione was flying in the air, just passing over Percy's head, she must be completely unaware.
Of course, the probability of that happening is obviously very small, small enough to make Hermione give up on the ground and give priority to increasing the efficiency of operations.
"You guys wait outside. I'll go and see."
Hermione looked at the messy ruins in front of her, the cracked walls, and the second floor, which was at risk because of the lack of support, as if warning everyone passing by.
As for whether there is a third floor further up, she is not quite sure-the mist envelopes everything around, and a little further away, there is only a gray one.
"Hermione, wait!" Ron saw that she was going to enter this half-collapsed building, and hurriedly stopped her. "This place is too dangerous. Our floating spell can never stand up to a floor." Weight, plus phantom movement in the fog, in case this is-- "
"But somebody has to go in and check it, doesn't it?" Hermione frowned slightly. "Not to mention, this gallery is a bit strange, I think it's more likely to be a disguise-think about Hogwarts In the eyes of Muggles, isn't it also a ruin there? "
"That ... that's not okay," Ron froze slightly, and suddenly gritted his teeth. "The entrance is an unfinished painting, right? I'll come in and look for it!"
"what?"
Hermione and Ginny heard the words and looked at Ron with surprise.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong!" Ron said as he tightened his wand tightly, "Is it strange? Don't forget, I'm also a Gryffindor! Don't fight with me, it's so decided! Who? I'm in a hurry with anyone! "
After all, he lifted his legs and walked to the dangerous building that seemed to have a second collapse at any time, leaving Hermione's faces puzzled.
"What happened to him?"
Hermione wanted to stop Ron, but looking at the other person's resolute departure, he couldn't make it. Ginny on the side couldn't help whispering:
"He occasionally swears, but that's usually only when Fred and George made a joke about him ... something that just started somehow, like today, is really unheard of."
However, is Ron really stubborn?
"what!"
As soon as he entered the dark gallery ruins, he was immediately taken aback by some brick debris falling from his head.
"Oh ... Merlin's stinky socks! I have no time to regret it?"
To be honest, Ron's bravery was a bit abrupt, and Hermione's decision was the priority all along the way, but he just said that on an impulse just now.
However, although his behavior was indeed an impulse, some of his thoughts began to linger long before he left Hogwarts.
This trip to London, deep into this strange fog, Ron has always felt that he can no longer stop as before.
Yes, your ability is really limited, but this cannot be an excuse for you to be afraid of it.
Not to mention, he was the only one of the four people in this trip. When he was in danger, he could not always hide behind the girls as a burden, right?
Therefore, there is nothing wrong with being stubborn, but this is also a conclusion that Ron thought after thinking about it.
"Well ... it's fine! Those words were embarrassing just now. Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to go back if nothing was found?"
"... fluorescence flickers."
The light from the tip of the wand slightly dissipated the surrounding darkness. But the ubiquitous fog has reduced the effect of the glow spell a lot ... well! Better than nothing!
"I wish there were no black wizards hidden here ... No, even the black wizards would not be willing to come in here!"
Ron walked slowly in this half-collapsed hallway, muttering alone while walking, if he would still be stopped by some crunching sounds.
However, under the double obstacles of fog and darkness, he still moved forward step by step, and did not stop for a long time.
A short while later, Ron walked through the already small hallway and into a more collapsed corridor.
It can be seen that most of the paintings that should have been hung on the wall now fell to the ground. And even if a small part is still barely left on the cracked wall, it is always crooked, as if it might fall at any time.
Holding his wand, he walked cautiously across the porch, examining each portrait here one by one.
"Ok?"
As he walked, Ron suddenly stopped—not because he was afraid or because he had found the "unfinished portrait", but because ... there was no way ahead.
The lighted wand was stretched forward, and he found that the corridor in front seemed to have collapsed severely, and the entire way was blocked by the fallen wall.
"If this ruin is really just a camouflage, then the entrance must be here ... but where will it be?"
He has seen each of the nearby paintings and found nothing unfinished, but a lot of them were damaged by bricks.
After a moment of hesitation, although Ron had the intention to rummage through the pile of rocks, he was worried that the wall would collapse because of his own disturbance. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
But at this moment, he heard a sudden sound behind him.
"Ron, why don't you look up?"
"Hermione?"
He heard the voice, and didn't care to look up, but turned around and looked behind him.
"Why are you all coming in?"
"Do you think we really can let you in alone?" Hermione glared at him as usual. "Although I don't know what awkwardness you are making, this is not the time to make you stubborn!"
As she said, she and Ginny and Luna behind him came to Ron's side, and then looked up at the ceiling. I saw her wand held up in her hand, and the tip of the wand also glowed, but the brightness was obviously not enough to penetrate the mist to let her see more things.
Not far away, Ron looked at Hermione's figure and said a moment later:
"I admit that I'm really stubborn ... But don't you think that this kind of situation requires people to take risks. Is it only me who is the most suitable candidate?"
"Fluorescence flashes, maximize!" Hermione waved her wand again, releasing the brightness of the magic wand glow spell to the limit she could reach, and then casually said, "You are the most suitable? Why?"
"because……"
Ron paused, and suddenly whispered:
"Because you don't like Maca? If you die, what do you like to do--"
"what?"
Hermione heard that her high-handed right hand unconsciously retracted some, and even her attention was distracted by Ron's words. She froze in situ, then subconsciously turned to look at Luna first, then turned to look at Ron's side.
But Ron ignored her inexplicable expression and Wu Wu continued:
"And I ... You see, I don't like anyone, and I don't like anyone, even if ... it's better to have something happen than you have an accident, isn't it?"
"Ron?"
Suddenly, Luna, who had not spoken, spoke to him, and walked in front of him with a light step.
"What, what?" Ron stepped back subconsciously.
"Maca has told me before that Ron is a good boy, but he always likes to think there alone. He also said that this is actually a bit like me ..."
"Uh, then?" Ron asked in confusion.
"Then he told me a way to remind others not to think about it!" Luna pursed her lips ~ EbookFREE.me ~ it seemed to be a little bit distraught, "he said, if the other party is a girl, then hug She clicks; and if the other person is a boy ... "
"……Ok?"
Ron watched as Luna changed her wand from right to left, then raised her white fist.
"Oh!"
"Oh--"
Luna retracted her fist, and looked a bit worriedly at Ron, who was crouching down on her stomach, before she said to the other's head:
"... Take a punch against his belly! Oh, have I hit too hard?"
"Ahem ..." Ron crouched on the ground, trying hard, "No, it's okay ... but Luna, don't you think that Maca is probably just kidding when he is talking?"
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