"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out through Magnolia Crescent Street—and by the moonlight, Carl could see the yellow sign on the side of the road.

What a coincidence, isn't it?

The silence was broken for a moment, and at the same time, the chill in the air disappeared with the sound of the gunshot.

It was as if in an instant, the temperature returned from late autumn to midsummer.

Harry looked at the gun in Carl's hand stupidly, his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say a word.

At this point, his mind went blank.

Karl didn't look at Harry, his attention was all around him.

The moment the cold disappeared, he tried his best to see something, but there was nothing.

It's like the weather changes of your own, no trace of magic, not at all.

Carl looked at the place where the zombie fell to the ground and frowned slightly, which was obviously unusual.

Taking two steps forward, Carl moved a little closer in the direction of the fallen corpse, but not completely, keeping a safe distance of about three meters.

At this distance, if something happens, it will be enough for him to react.

It could be seen that the owner of the corpse should have been a very cute little girl in her lifetime, but now, the white dress was stained with mud and dark red blood.

There was no time to mourn the little girl, and the small hole in the center of the eyebrows on a bloody face looked like an insignificant wound, and some blackened blood spread from the back of the head to the surrounding sides, gradually covering the large asphalt road.

The strong smell of blood and the stench spread in all directions, and Carl took a few steps back.

It's a little bit wrong.

Although the light was dim, Karl noticed something unusual in the few seconds he had just approached.

The color of the blood......

It doesn't seem to be exactly red and black.

Suddenly, Karl's face changed slightly, he took a few steps back, and waved his wand violently, and flames erupted from the tip of the wand, and the corpse was engulfed in flames in an instant.

The raging flames illuminated the entire street as if it were daylight, but fortunately, the streets of Magnolia Crescent Street were lined with open spaces and dense green belts, and there were no residents.

Reflecting the red light, Carl's face changed several times in succession.

"Carl, maybe we should ......"

Harry paused, he was about to call the police, but he immediately realized that he was already a wizard and that the situation in front of him was definitely not something that the Muggle police could solve.

Karl glanced at Harry, shook his head at him, and then looked at Voldemort with a solemn gaze.

"Isn't it you?"

When he asked this sentence, in his heart he hoped that Lao Fu would answer "yes".

However, it was as desired.

Voldemort shook his head and grinned.

"Carl, you know I've been playing 'hide and seek' with you all this time. ”

Hearing this, Carl rolled his eyes and looked back at Xiangfang.

The fire burned the corpses clean, leaving only a scorched black floor.

There was a pungent smell of burnt hu in the air, but the smell was much more reassuring to Carl than it had just been.

"Carl, what is it?"

Looking at the embers of the flames, Harry asked.

Karl shook his head, but what he denied was not the same thing as what Harry was asking about.

His premonition had always been astonishingly accurate, and just now, as soon as he approached the corpse, a powerful sense of crisis immediately came over him, especially when he smelled the stench emanating from the corpse.

However, he had no idea where this sense of crisis came from.

Although his strength is still far from the level of Dumbledore and Voldemort, there are still some of them anyway.

And that zombie, whether it is from technology or magic, should not give him such a strong sense of crisis.

"Carl, maybe we should go to Professor McGonagall, or Professor Dumbledore. ”

Harry said cautiously.

As he spoke, he tried to take his eyes off the pistol in Carl's left hand, but he didn't.

Someone noticed this.

"Give. ”

A gun was handed over.

"What, what?"

Harry was dumbfounded.

Looking at the pistol handed over, he was suddenly at a loss.

Guns, for as long as he can remember, have only existed in film and television works, just now, Carl used it to kill that monster, Harry had a strong sense of unreality, and now, when a gun was handed to him, this sense of unreality is even stronger.

"Give. ”

The gun was shoved into Harry's hand, and Harry felt his hand sink violently.

The cold body of the gun brought a touch of warmth, and Harry looked at the gun in his hand stupidly, and it felt much heavier than he expected.

Although the Dursleys didn't treat him well, he had seen movies about gunfights, and Uncle Vernon had an old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun that he never let him touch.

As a boy, I always had a fantasy about guns.

Even, even younger, in the dead of night, Harry had fantasized that if he could get his hands on a gun, maybe he would......

Harry hadn't thought much about the rest of the story.

But now, he really had a gun in his hand.

"You can shoot it, Harry. ”

A voice speaks.

Hearing this, Harry's heart immediately stirred.

There seemed to be a magic in his voice, making him even a little unable to control himself.

However, Harry also had a feeling that something bad might happen if he did what the voice told him to do.

However, the temptation is just too great.

Maybe, you can really shoot and try.

"Think of your aunt and uncle......"

Yes, if Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had been in front of him at this time, he might have ...... without hesitation

Harry hesitated.

Even if they didn't treat him well since he was a child, at least they gave him a place to hide from the wind and rain.

And to tell the truth, the two never really made him hungry.

"It's just a shot, it's not about hitting anything. ”

Yes, Carl shot a little girl without hesitation.

Even though the little girl was a little scary, she didn't even look like a human at all.

But after all, she is a little girl.

Carl didn't hesitate to take him out, why couldn't he just shoot and experience it, and not to hit something.

Gun raised, Harry ready to take a look into the distance.

Anyway, it's not about hitting anyone, it's just a shot to try.

Just then, a hand grabbed his wrist and pressed down the hand he was about to shoot.

Harry snapped to his senses, and when he saw the man standing in front of him, the gun in his hand immediately fell to the ground.

Dudley, standing in front of him at some point, trembling and his face turned blue, and he was almost too frightened to stand.

Releasing Harry's wrist, Karl glanced at Harry's dropped gun, which looked exactly like his silver Colt 1911.

Copy Spell.

"You're going to do something, aren't you?"

Karl stared blankly at Voldemort's handsome face.

The latter's magical prowess was truly rare, and as he pondered the origin of the zombies, he summoned Dudley from the Dursley house a few streets away.

Distance wasn't an issue, but the Dursleys, protected by Harry's mother's bloodborne magic, had broken through the nearly impregnable defenses with just one entry.

Even now, Carl didn't know how he got in before.

But it seems that from the beginning to the end, Lao Fu has never given up on killing Harry, even now.

Dudley was just the beginning, and if Harry killed his loved ones with his own hands, the horror consequences would be immeasurable.

It remains to be said whether Harry will take a completely different path, and the protection of Lily's blood magic will definitely cease to exist as a result.

When the time comes......

I really don't forget my original intention.

It stands to reason that this shouldn't be the case, the Voldemort he remembered was powerful, but it was more of a reckless madness with strength.

Now, it's a little too resourceful.

But now, something even worse bothered him.

The cold, and the blood of the zombies, the unusual color.

Karl remembered something very bad.

If that's the case, that's not a good idea.

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