The number of soul gatherers is decreasing!

As a young man with a sword in his hand searches for enemies in London, he targets gatherers who emit an unknown black substance.

Among the dark wizards who are currently plundering the lives of others in the fog of the city, the most difficult to deal with are undoubtedly these gatherers who will not even listen to Helbo's orders. Although they are not many in number, their strength is the most powerful, not to mention that more individuals are still being born on Helbo's side.

Killing, as if it has become the most prosaic part of daily life.

To be honest, Harry is actually under a lot of pressure right now.

Although he possessed the razor-sharp Gryffindor Sword, which he could pierce even in the face of the Gatherer's seemingly impregnable black shield, the unknown substance was not always solid.

Sometimes, with the slightest carelessness, the sword would become entangled, often leaving him in a dilemma where the weapon could be taken away.

And under the threat of blackthorns that pierced steel, it was obviously very dangerous to fight in close quarters for a long time.

But even so, Harry still raised his sword without hesitation, and kept fighting thrilling battles in the streets and alleys, and even in Muggle homes.

Yes, maybe Harry's pressure wasn't as great as Marca's, but now his presence had become somewhat indispensable.

After all, those gatherers are not something that any wizard can handle!

"Ding—"

With a crisp clash of gold and iron, a silver sword shadow swept in front of him from the side, severing the black thorn that was almost stabbing at this side in an instant.

"Stand back, I'll leave it here!"

It was a boy in a Hogwarts uniform - his back didn't look very solid, but he was a man who was willing to stand up when others were in danger.

“…… Thank you. ”

"No, no...... In short, you retreat one after another! ”

"Ah, okay."

Needless to say, it was Harry who came in time to catch the black thorn. And what he had just rescued was just a Muggle boy who was slightly different from the others.

To put it simply, it was this 11-year-old Muggle boy who actually had a magical rampage in this fog disaster. As a result, he, who had been unable to see many magical phenomena, was suddenly able to see.

By the way, this boy is named Robin.

"Click—"

Just as the boy retreated to the corner at Harry's warning, the ground cracked at the searcher's feet with a cracking sound.

It was a change caused by the Dividing Charm Harry cast, in order to throw the opponent off balance.

After several encounters, Harry had figured out some minor combat experience. Although the effect may not be as good as he expected, it is indeed worth a try to create as many opportunities as possible for himself to attack in a "small action" like this.

This time, though, his attempts don't seem to have paid off.

It can be seen that just as the ground under the gatherer's feet cracked, the other party also jumped up quite agilely, and moved to the side in time to dodge.

During this period, because the opponent's center of gravity was not unbalanced, Harry, who was already ready to attack, could only temporarily give up his plan to rush forward.

However, it was clear that the gatherer did not want to let go of the wizard who was disturbing his soul harvesting - and in the next moment, several black thorns emerged from the black substance in front of the other man and shot quickly towards Harry's side.

It's too late, get out of the way!

It was Harry's first thought when he sensed the danger, but he soon realized that he couldn't hide. Because he remembered that in the corner behind him, there was a Muggle boy shrinking!

"Shapeshifting Slate!"

After using Transfiguration to create a thick stone tablet, he added another hardening spell to it, and then heard several slabs pierced by hard objects.

Fortunately, at that moment, Harry's reaction speed was not unfast. When he saw the black thorns forcibly chisel through the stone slab, he was stunned and let the slate turn an angle to the side, causing the black thorns to fly straight into the oblique thorn after passing through the stone slab.

But then, the stone slab that had been pierced through several holes also shattered and scattered all over the ground.

"Broken bones!"

Seeing that the opponent was about to launch the next round of Blackthorn, Harry hurriedly released another smashing spell, forcing the opponent to abandon the attack and switch to a defensive stance.

Behind Harry, little Robin, who had never lived in a Muggle world, had ever seen such a fight. It was like watching a movie, which made him stunned.

And at this moment, Harry, who knew that he could not continue to give his opponent a chance, resolutely rushed over.

Harry was probably faster than any Muggle sprinter champion these days. I saw him quickly approach the other party with extremely swift movements, the Gryffindor sword in his hand flashing with bright silver light, and he swung it forward with his backhand diagonally.

"Bell—"

The crisp crash was followed by a scalp-numbing crunch, and the sword sliced into the black shield erected by the other party.

This time, however, Harry had remembered his earlier lessons, and was not trying to force his way at the enemy hiding behind the shield.

He just riveted his strength and slashed upward, leaving a long gash in the shield with the sharp blade.

Then, without the slightest pause, Harry immediately picked up speed and circled behind his opponent.

This kind of black substance usually condenses a spherical shield when turning to a defensive stance. But no matter how fast the speed of change is, it will take a certain amount of time.

Before the unknown substance could completely envelop the other party, he stabbed his sword into the unclosed gap, and also swiped it.

It was only when a long black spike emerged from his head that Harry quickly withdrew his sword and alertly ducked away.

As soon as he stepped back, Harry saw beads of blood slipping from the mirror-like smooth body of the Gryffindor Sword, which made him know that the sword had indeed stabbed the other party.

Unfortunately, this is only a sword, and most of it has not been stabbed yet. Now that he has been covered by the opponent with a spherical shield, it will be quite difficult for him to make an effective attack again.

It must be said that the Gryffindor sword was indeed only sharp in Harry's hands. When used in actual combat, it still has considerable limitations.

"Forget it."

Harry saw that there were black thorns on the surface of the "big black ball", and immediately ran to the corner where the boy was, grabbed the other man's arm, and walked away.

In short, innocent victims must be transferred first.

"Ding, ding—"

Blocking two black spikes in quick succession, Harry was forced to pause again, and then escorted little Robin step by step into the distance.

Yes, you can't even leave safely, this is the embodiment of the difficult black-pupiled wizard who can attack and defend, and can be far and close.

But just as Harry was retreating from the camp, he suddenly saw the ground where the black ball was located suddenly arch upward, and the black ball was thrown out in one fell swoop.

"Harry, take that kid this way!"

It was not a very familiar voice, but as soon as he turned his head and glanced to the other side of the ruins of the house, he immediately recognized who it was.

It was Bill, the eldest son of the Weasleys and Ron's eldest brother.

Since Ron's older brother was one of the few outside spellbreakers at Gringotts, he worked in the Egyptian pyramids all year round, and he didn't come home much throughout the year.

So, Harry really hadn't had much of a chance to meet Bill.

Well, the closest one seems to be Fred and George's wedding, right?

"It's coming!"

After answering, Harry looked back at the little Robin who was following him, and saw that the child didn't seem to be too scared, so he pulled the other man and ran towards Bill.

And at this moment, he and little Robin suddenly noticed a strong wind blowing overhead, and a large shadow enveloped both of them.

"What's that?"

The two of them looked up as they ran, and in the mist, the huge silhouette surprised them.