Chapter 2293
Can't see anything.
As soon as he rushed into the dusty area, Ron subconsciously closed his eyes forcefully, but fine dust still got into his eyes, causing tears to seep out of his eyes.
The feeling of having a foreign object swirling under his nose was undoubtedly extremely uncomfortable, but Ron didn't have time to worry about it. There is only one thought in his mind now, and that is to rush to the core of the formation as quickly as possible to activate it immediately, so as to ensure that his impulse will not become a complete mistake.
However, how could he find the right place without using his eyes to confirm the route?
He is not Safina or Delphi, who has no sensitive perception of magic power; he is not Hermione, or Luna, or Ginny, who does not understand the rune pattern based on ancient runes. All he has is probably just a body that may not die so easily... and an extremely unwilling heart, right?
Which side? If I didn't stray when I came in, it should be in front... But, I have to avoid that huge demon first!
Ron couldn't even open his mouth, and even with his mouth and nose barely covered, breathing had already become a very difficult and painful thing. So even if he had something to say, he could only mumble indiscriminately in his heart.
If it was normal, he might be able to rummage in his bag—I remember that in a certain herbal medicine class at Hogwarts, Professor Sprout told everyone the content of inflated almonds, which was distributed as a teaching material at that time There are still a few air-dried inflated almonds left for him, which can make people hold their breath a little more in their mouths.
But now, he can't even take care of his teary eyes, so how can he find the dry almonds stuffed in the bag that he doesn't know where?
Oops... Maybe it's still going astray.
It was said that when people walked with their eyes closed, they often couldn't walk in a straight line. Ron didn't know if this was true. But when he thought that he hadn't bumped into that damned demon until now... Although he actually didn't want to bump into him at all, it was obviously not right now.
Left or right? What to do, where to go?
Although he couldn't see anything with his eyes closed—even if he dared to force his eyes to open, he couldn't see through the endless dust in front of him. But Wrath has such a huge body after all, every move will deeply shock the people nearby. Ron couldn't tell the direction from the ubiquitous rumbling sound, but he knew that the other party must be nearby.
Maybe... Maybe that huge monster will take a step here next moment,
He died tragically at the opponent's feet in despair and aggrieved, without even the slightest ability to resist.
The danger enough to kill is around, and the shadow of death has already enveloped the entire area. Ron didn't want to think about it anymore, because he knew very well that there was no use in thinking about it.
As early as the moment he rushed to this side in one go, he had already entrusted his life and death to the illusory fate to decide.
Show me the way—
Suddenly, Ron stretched out the wand in his hand, and cast a guiding spell even though he knew that he would be greatly disturbed. Feeling that the wand in his hand turned a few times, and finally pointed in a direction that he didn't know whether it was correct, Ron clenched the wand again, then corrected the direction, and continued to run.
It wasn't long before, suddenly, Ron seemed to hear a somewhat strange voice.
This way.
I don't know where the voice came from, and the tone of the voice has no ups and downs, which makes people feel extraordinarily indifferent. Ron was taken aback for a moment, but before he could figure it out, he felt his sleeves being ripped off by something.
who is it? Who is showing me the way?
Ron didn't know, and couldn't ask, and in such a helpless situation, he seemed to have to follow the other party's guidance.
After a short pause, Ron no longer hesitated, and immediately decided to trust the other party.
After running for a short distance in the direction pointed out by the unknown guide, the other party pulled him several times in succession. Naturally, Ron couldn't tell which direction he was heading in for a long time. He only knew that the other party seemed to guide him gradually out of a curved arc and around a big circle.
If the other party didn't point the wrong way, Ron felt that he should have gradually bypassed the huge body of Anger and came to the core area of the formation, right?
Oh...cough cough cough...
I don't know why he tripped over something suddenly. While being startled, Ron couldn't help but let out a soft cry. As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately felt a large amount of sand and dust pouring into his mouth, followed by an unconscious short inhalation, and it was poured into the trachea at once, choking him so much that he seemed to be coughing out his lungs.
But it was at this moment that he finally came to his senses—could it be that what tripped him just now was the starting point reserved by Luna and the others? Already arrived?
When he thought of this, even though his chest was still in pain like a fire, he didn't bother with it anymore, and turned his head back to touch it.
Each rune node of this rune pattern array is composed of a combination of pre-drawn rune cards. Just burying it in the soil can largely prevent the formation from being physically damaged before it is activated. But the core node of this activation was replaced by the rune slate that had been eliminated by Hermione in order to facilitate quick use in determining the location.
Fortunately, I don't know if it's because Luna deliberately used a stone with high enough strength, or it was not touched by anger. At this moment, when Ron found it, he found that it was still intact, so it was saved. Ron fumbled the procedure to follow Hermione's advance instructions to replace them.
After groping to make sure there was no problem, Ron stretched out his wand towards the rune slate under his hand, and silently recited the spell to activate the formation.
Now, there is no longer any reason for hesitation, even if he knows very well in his heart that after the formation is activated, he will be trapped in it like anger.
This is inevitable. He is not Neville's patron saint of the silver lion, so he can't dissipate on the spot while completing the task, and be summoned again when Neville needs it.
Harry should have already come in... I just hope he can leave me alone and deal with the demons as planned. Don't worry, I won't die...Probably.
Right after he fell down, Ron didn't intend to get up again, but sat very tiredly beside the rune slate, praying for Harry secretly in his heart.
And...the person who led me just now...who could it be?
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