harry potter book of crimes

The attack of the living zombie army is still continuing. And the fact seems to be as Delphi guessed at the time, the crisis of the black flame vortex was just the beginning.

After that, there were indeed several collective self-destructions among the living corpses, setting off black flames that soared into the sky in front of the stronghold's protective barrier. And the locations of the explosions seemed to be irregular, north, east, and southeast.

Bian... Any place where there are a lot of living corpses gathering, it may happen everywhere.

The danger of this army of zombies has undoubtedly become greater.

However, during the defensive battle so far, what surprised the wizards in the stronghold most was not the series of threatening changes in the zombie army.

"You know what? I thought the formation Miss Granger and the others created with the help of ancient magic texts was very powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful! Look, I don't know what the protective barrier is.

What kind of magic has blocked those living corpses out, and even self-destruction has no effect... Oh, my God, Merlin, if I had known, I would have studied ancient magic literature."

Since the number of living corpses outside had already reached a certain level, several groups of wizard volunteers responsible for long-range attacks in the stronghold even had time to whisper while throwing magic spells towards the outer edge of the barrier.

Naturally, most of the topics they discussed were related to the battle in front of them.

Hearing the admiration and emotion of the younger male wizard in front of him, a middle-aged witch who seemed to be from England suddenly shook her head.

"It's useless even if you study all your life!" she said, "Most of you are from other countries, so you may not know very well. The ancient magic texts that Miss Granger and others studied were derived from Mr. MacLean's own inductive study of ancient magic.

Things compiled from various sources and classics are completely different from the rune research we know!"

"Oh? Mrs. Hosting, you know so much? By the way, you are also a British wizard... tell us more carefully?" Another witch urged from the side.

"Well, cough... Actually, I don't know much about it. As you know, I haven't returned to China for a long time - I just asked the little Weasley girl a few words not long ago." That was called

The witch who spoke for Mrs. Hosteen said, "I heard from her that Mr. MacLean taught this ancient magical literature when he was a professor at Hogwarts. He even wrote the textbooks himself... Alas, it's a pity.

, there has been too much turmoil in the past few years, and it is getting more and more..."

Having said this, she couldn't help but pause, then shook her head and sighed:

"If this disaster could have come later, allowing him to have time to teach students at Hogwarts for a few years, maybe this world would look different now!"

"Speaking of which...where is Mr. MacLean now?"

In the team, a male wizard subconsciously said something, but everyone fell silent. Soon, these wizards finally stopped chatting and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to casting magic spells to deal with those damn living corpses outside.

.

At about the same time, the Granger Camp located on the other side of the strait welcomed several guests who were unexpected but also reasonable.

…

Because there is no way to contact Hermione and others at the Burrow, Bill has suddenly had a lot less things to deal with recently.

If there was no news from Britain, he would not need to send intelligence to the rear; if there was no enemy attack, he would not need to assemble his troops for battle.

Even the Netherlands has become inexplicably quiet. Although it is also occupied by living corpses, they strangely stay within the national border - needless to say, there must be some will restricting their actions.

It's a pity that although some forces sent people to enter the country to investigate at the beginning, not even one of them came out again. As time went by, not many people dared to go in again.

Bill also sent people to the Netherlands, even earlier than many forces. But of course, the result was no different from others.

Therefore, Bill has actually been very free these days...a kind of restless and restless leisure.

"Da, da, da... bang."

Today he originally wanted to send a letter to the federation headquarters, but after poking the parchment lightly for a while, he found that he didn't seem to know what he wanted, so he finally inserted the pen back casually.

into the inkwell.

"I don't know whether Mr. Akinbad and Luna or the others——"

After thinking about Luna and his party who insisted on going to the other side and trying to return to the Burrow, Bill shook his head in annoyance. Then, he stood up with his hands on the table, ready to take a few steps outside to relax.

There was no other way, because apart from managing the camp and taking care of the fewer and fewer injured people next door, he couldn't think of anything else he could do.

In fact, Bill also knows in his heart that sometimes, if you just immerse yourself in doing things anxiously, you may do more and make more mistakes. It may not be unnecessary to occasionally stop and take a look at the situation.

However, this feeling of being full of unknowns ahead is indeed too torturous.

However, just when he walked to the tent door with a slight frown and before he could get out, someone opened the curtain before him.

"Mr. Weasley, outside-"

Before he finished speaking, the guard saw Bill very close to him. Because the distance was too close, he was startled, so he subconsciously let go of his hand to lift the door curtain and retreated.

Bill was naturally stunned for a moment, and after a slight pause, he opened the curtain and walked out.

"What's wrong? Finish your sentence." He looked at the guard and asked.

"Uh...oh," the other party came back to his senses and hurriedly turned around and pointed in the direction of the camp entrance, "A few people who said they were looking for you are now at the gate, and one of them claimed to be your father...

…”

The poor guard probably didn't have a chance to finish his sentence today. It was like this just now and it's the same this time. As soon as Bill heard the word "father", he immediately stopped talking to him, raised his legs and walked away from the other party.

He walked quickly past him.

"I understand...thank you."

Not long after, Bill came to the entrance quickly, and before he could get closer, he saw that familiar figure in the distance.

Because of the angle, the other party didn't seem to see Bill yet, but was just turning his head to look at the injured camp on the opposite hillside with some curiosity.

However, Bill's legs, which had been moving very fast when he came here just now, seemed to be suddenly rusty in every joint, and he could no longer move.

"……dad."