Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The assault of the living army continued. And the fact seems to be just like the speculation made by Delphi at the time. The crisis of the Black Flame Vortex was just the beginning.

After that, there were several collective self-explosive events in the living corpse group, which set off a black flame in front of the protective barrier of the stronghold. And the location of the outbreak seems to be irregularly searchable, north, east, southeast... Wherever there are many living corpses, it can happen everywhere.

The danger of this army of living corpses has undoubtedly become greater.

However, during the defensive battle so far, the wizards in the stronghold were most surprised, but it was not the series of threatening changes of the army of corpses.

"Do you know? I thought Miss Granger had a very powerful formation with the help of ancient magical texts, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful! You see, the protective barrier doesn't know if it is What kind of magic actually blocked those living corpses from the outside, and it didn't even work to explode... Oh, Merlin was on, knowing that I had learned ancient magic literature well."

As the number of living corpses outside has long reached a certain level, several groups of wizard volunteers in charge of long-range attacks in the strongholds projected curses toward the outer edge of the barrier, and even whispered whispers.

And what they are talking about is naturally related to the battle in front of them.

Hearing the admiration of the slightly younger wizard in front, a middle-aged witch who appeared to be of British origin shook his head.

"It's useless for you to study for a lifetime!" she said. "You are mostly from other countries, so it may not be very clear. Miss Granger learned the ancient magic texts that Mr. McLean himself studied ancient magic. What is compiled by various data classics is not the same as what we know about the Nirvana research!"

"Oh? Mrs. Hostine, do you understand this? By the way, you are also an English wizard...speak to us carefully!" another witch urged aside.

"Well, cough... Actually, I don't know very well either. You know, I haven't been back to China for quite a while-I just asked the little girl of the Weasley family a few moments ago." That was called. Witches for Mrs. Hostine, "Listen to her, that Mr. McLean taught this ancient magical literature when he was a professor at Hogwarts, and he even wrote the textbook himself... alas, it’s a pity , There have been too many turbulences in recent years, and now more and more..."

At this point, she couldn't help but paused, then shook her head and sighed:

"If this disaster can come later, he can have time to teach students at Hogwarts for a few years, maybe this world is different now!"

"Speaking...Where is Mr. McLean now?"

One of the wizards subconsciously said in the line, but everyone was silent. Soon, these wizards finally stopped chatting and devote themselves wholeheartedly to casting spells to deal with the **** living corpses outside.

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

...

Because there is no way to contact Hermione and others on the other side of the Burrow, Bill has recently dealt with a lot less things.

Without news from Britain, he would not need to send intelligence to the rear; if no enemy came, he would not need to gather troops to fight.

Even the Netherlands was inexplicably quiet, although they were also occupied by living corpses, but they were strangely staying within the borders-needless to say, there must be some will constraining their actions. It's a pity that although some forces sent people to enter the country for investigation at the beginning, they didn't even come out again. Once the number was increased, few people dared to enter.

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

So, Bill has actually been idle in recent days...it's an anxiety and restlessness.

"Da, da, da...pa."

Today he originally wanted to send a letter to the headquarters of the Federation, but the nib was poked lightly on the parchment for a while, but he didn’t seem to know what he wanted, so he finally inserted the pen back. In the ink bottle.

"I don't know that Mr. Aginbad and Luna--"

After thinking about the Luna party who insisted on going to the other side to try to return to the Burrow, Bill shook his head annoyed. Immediately, he stood up on the table, preparing to go outside for two steps to relax.

No way, because apart from managing this camp and taking care of the fewer and fewer injuries next door, he could not think of what else he could do.

In fact, Bill also knew clearly that sometimes it was possible to do more and more wrong just by anxiously burying his head in doing things, and occasionally stopping to see the situation may not be necessary.

However, this feeling of being full of unknown ahead is indeed too much torment.

However, when he walked near the door of the tent with a slight frown, before he had time to go out, he first opened the curtain.

"Mr. Weasley, outside—"

Before the words were finished, the guard saw Bill close by. Because he was too close, he was taken aback, and unconsciously opened the curtain-lifting hand and retreated.

Bill was also stunned for a while. After a slight pause, he pulled out the curtain and went out.

"What's the matter? Finish talking." He looked at the guard and asked.

"Uh... oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The other party recovered and quickly turned his head toward the entrance of the camp and pointed out, "Several people who said they were looking for you are now at the gate. One of them claimed to be Is your father..."

This poor guard probably didn't have a chance to finish talking today, just now, and this time too. When Bill heard the word "father", he no longer talked to him immediately, and he quickly walked past the other side with his legs raised.

"I see...Thank you."

Before long, Bill came to the entrance quickly, but before he approached, he had already seen the figure that could no longer be familiar.

Due to the angle, it seems that the other party has not seen Bill for the time being, but is turning his head to look at the injured camp on the opposite hillside with some curiosity.

However, Bill's legs, which had been flying fast when he came here, seemed to be suddenly rusty in every joint, and he couldn't move anymore.

"……dad."

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