Chapter 2476: Lonely corner

The prosperous London in the past is still wrapped in ice, like a huge and impeccable amber, which freezes everything in this space at a certain moment.
In recent days, many living corpses have been gradually excavated under the leadership of their high-ranking comrades, trying to reopen some roads to some usable buildings in this city of icicles—after all, the ice here was all It was quickly poured and frozen by heavy rain, and many buildings were not filled with ice yet, and they could be used for normal living if they were cleaned up a little.
However, just because the texture of the ice condensed with rules in the city is extraordinarily hard, even if it only needs to cut the tunnel, it is not an easy task, so that the progress of the excavation seems to be somewhat slow.
However, at this moment, in the depths of this solid ice, there was a tall figure wandering in it. Every time he took a step, the solid ice blocking in front of him automatically melted like spring snow, and as he walked, a long, winding ice cave that was as tall as a person gradually formed behind him.
I don't know how long this figure has been walking in the ice like this, when suddenly he finally stopped slightly. After looking left and right thoughtfully, he stretched out his wide palm with sharp claws, and lightly wiped it on the side of the ice wall that had re-gathered hoarfrost in just a few moments.
Through the small piece of ice that was wiped away, the city outside, still frozen in the endless ice, immediately caught his eye.
This place was supposed to be the corner of a commercial pedestrian street-the colorful shops on both sides of the street are silently depicting the style of this place. To say that when London was frozen that day, this place actually no longer belonged to the ordinary Muggles who created all this and lived here quietly, but to this day, the traces left by them have not faded.
The figure in front of the Bingbi watched here for a while, then suddenly raised his hand with a wave. In an instant, the entire street corner in front of him melted and disappeared quickly, and finally it was no longer covered by the ice, completely revealing its original appearance.
In the next second, he seemed to have been here before, stepping onto the pedestrian street that he had reopened, and heading straight to the street rest area with an awning on the corner.
The plastic round tables that were once placed here have long been destroyed in an unknown battle, and only a few wreckage and fragments that are no longer complete remain on the ground. He glanced down and found that there was a folding chair that was still in good condition, so he bent over, helped it up and opened it with his own hands, then turned around and sat down in the street.
"Crack."
His inhuman weight, how can this weather-beaten folding chair stand? Accompanied by a crisp sound, the seat under the body cracked and collapsed in an instant. Probably even it did not expect it. In this disaster that afflicted the whole country, it managed to keep itself intact, but it still failed to escape. A catastrophe.
The figure reacted extremely quickly, and with a stroke of his feet at the moment the chair cracked, he instinctively held his center of gravity again and did not fall back and forth. However, after a moment of stunned, he only shook his head reluctantly, and then simply sat on the ground just like that.
Immediately afterwards, he looked at the broken and empty street in front of him, as if lost in a certain memory in a daze.
Time is still passing slowly bit by bit, which seems to freeze the ice of the entire city, and it can't stop it from moving forward. The brilliance passed down from the top of the icicle gradually turned yellow, coating the corner of the street where there was only silence with a faint sunset.
At this moment, a string of inaudible footsteps gradually came out of the ice cave where he had melted not far away, and then another figure walked out of it.
"Owner."
The corpse girl who came here was one of the twins. After going to the palace and conveying the master's will to Hermione and the others, she went to guide the people to be busy for a while as usual, and then searched all the way back and returned to the master's side.
"Um."
The figure sitting on the ground responded casually.
The living corpse girl felt that compared to the owner who usually sits on the throne of the main hall, the fierce power on the opponent at this moment is vaguely weakened. Instead, it was a kind of peace and indifference that she had never felt before.
After hesitating for a while, the corpse girl came back to her senses and spoke again:
"I have already told the human guests what the master ordered, including the Mr. John Stewart-he stayed in his room most of the day, and I made a special trip to find him to say it alone."
After talking about the business matter that needed to be reported, and seeing the figure in front of her who was still gazing at the street scene and nodded, she turned to:
"...Also, when I passed the hall, my brother told me that one of the new guests had visited him alone and asked to see the host."
Hearing this, the figure that had never moved before moved slightly, turning his head to look at her and saying:
"which one?"
"The younger brother said that he called himself'Severus Snape'." The girl said, and then added after a pause, "The gentleman also said, Master, after hearing his name , Maybe I want to see him."
However, the master in front of her didn't show any strange expression when he heard the name or after hearing the words behind her.
He just regained his gaze, then cast his sight on the street again, and said calmly:
"I see."
The master is indeed the master, as if he is in control of everything all the time, and will never be surprised by anything happening-the girl of the living corpse can't help thinking so. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
So she didn't say anything any more, just closed her mouth and stood aside, and accompanied her master to admire the lonely street corner without the ice.
Until the light slowly dimmed and another night was about to come, the figure sitting on the ground leaned on its knees and stood up again. His gaze passed inadvertently over a broken shop window not far away. A red and green scarf with snowflake patterns that might have been left there last Christmas was drooping on the edge of the shelf. It was a bit dirty. Unremarkable.
He didn't look at it any more, and quickly stepped forward, moving in the direction where he came.
"Let's go!"
"Okay, my master."
The living corpse girl didn't notice the master's last sight, she immediately followed obediently, and left the street corner with the master's tall back.
Then the ice reappeared, and once again sealed the corner of the street, only the broken folding chair in the corner, perhaps I remember that a tall figure that had been seated on it once came alone.