Chapter 1300

How many years has such a serious disaster not happened?

Yes, at least since the Wizards set up the magic world and isolated themselves from Muggles, there has never been such a weak urban disaster.

Even the original greenward and later Voldemort, what they set off was only the so-called "wizard war". Even if several wizard wars have also affected Muggles, it seems to become insignificant compared with the fog disaster in London.

Although there is no way to calculate a series of accurate casualty figures, it is not difficult for anyone who has an overall understanding of the situation in London to draw a chilling conclusion.

Up to now, including the enemy and ourselves, I'm afraid hundreds of people have died on the wizard side alone; For Muggle side... This number may be in thousands.

However, when Sirius found that the unprovoked war seemed to finally have the hope of ending, another bad news immediately smashed the joy that had just been born.

More than ten black pupil wizards appear at the same time. How much impact will this have on the current situation? This is almost obvious.

And he is not even sure if there are more black pupil wizards who have not yet appeared.

When Sirius half squatted beside the wounded and thoroughly digested the attack fragments obtained from each other's memory, he suddenly stood up.

"Try to save it as much as possible, but if... He wants to bury himself along the HARAMA River in his hometown, on the outskirts of Madrid, Spain, where there is his sister's grave."

After saying a word to the therapist, Sirius turned away decisively and called several people over as he ran.

"You! Immediately go to the rear of the front and inform the logistics team to clean up and wait for us to meet in the past; the rest of us go with me to gather up all the teams and prepare to retreat!"

That's not what their so-called "elite wizard team" can resist - not even with a fire dragon.

"Bill! The Quidditch museum is too far from here. You take the asylum seekers to Diagon lane with us first! In addition, don't act separately. Let's go together when I gather the team!"

"What happened?"

Bill, who was sorting out and counting the asylum seekers, naturally saw the scene of the batter falling, but he obviously didn't know what Sirius saw with God taking.

"More than a dozen Black Eyed wizards cluster in one place at the same time, and it seems likely that they are coming this way. The situation is very bad."

Don't explain too much. Bill has met those black pupil wizards, and knows how terrible this situation will be in Sirius's mouth. So just hearing this, he nodded immediately.

"I see... I'll inform Charlie first."

"Yes."

Sirius looked at Bill and turned and ran forward. He waved his wand and whispered:

"Call God's guard."

……

Generally speaking, most of the ciphertext messages received by lupin are transmitted by owls, and if some information is very important, it may also be transmitted by a wizard himself.

Only the most confidential, important and urgent news will be notified by the patron saint - after all, this is a special use method of the patron saint curse developed by Dumbledore, and it is almost limited to members of their order of the Phoenix.

So when he saw a big silver dog running in from the door, his expression suddenly changed.

"What happened?"

It was only Lupin's subconscious question, because it was obvious that Dumbledore's technique could not make the patron saint have wisdom. In front of the patron saint of the silver dog, all he can do is unilaterally convey to him what the caster wants to say.

After listening to a dog's voice and tone of Sirius briefly state the action of black pupil wizards, Lupin's expression also became a little stiff, and his eyebrows were frowned and full of sadness.

"More than a dozen black pupil wizards... I don't know if Harry will meet," lupin thought of Harry at the first time. "If he was attacked, I'm afraid he would also be in danger."

Because Harry and Thomas didn't tell anyone about going to St. Mungo to rest, Lupin didn't know they were not outside now. So at the thought of this, he began to worry.

Anyway, Harry is one of the few people who can deal with those "black eyes" now. He can't lose his strength in emotion and reason.

"... by the way, and aberforth."

On this thought, Lupin immediately took out a piece of parchment from the side, picked up a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and then bowed his head to write. After finishing, as like as two peas, he took a magic wand and placed it on it, and turned into several identical notes.

The number of these notes is limited. Obviously, it is impossible to notify the scattered people one by one. Although he was unwilling, he had to choose only some of the most important objects to inform the situation in advance.

First, the conditions for sending letters are limited, so it is impossible to notify so many people at the same time, and can only be carried out in batches; The second is that none of the first batch of people notified is the combat power that needs to be preserved most.

"Take some owls... Forget it, I'll go myself! You go to inform the guards outside that the situation has changed. Strengthen the protection spell and pay attention to all the movements outside. If there are groups of enemies, don't fight head-on and come in immediately to defend... Don't be willing to use the materials given by Maka."

Having said that, Lupin hurried to the back himself, but his heart was more dignified - because the biggest problem now is that even he can't inform Maka.

Soon, seeing the owls carrying the note fly high and quickly disappear into the fog outside, Lupin couldn't help sighing slightly.

"Haier bo... It seems that he is determined to win the whole city of London this time?"

……

The devil summoning ceremony is still a secret that only a few people know. Maka didn't say, nor did Delphi, and of course, Haier Bo, as the initiator of the ceremony, has no reason to tell others.

But, of course, even if lupin and them knew about it, it would obviously not play any good role. Not only that, it may further cause anxiety in everyone's heart.

As for Harry, they certainly don't know these things. It was not until they received Lupin's letter that they realized that the reason why there were fewer and fewer black pupil wizards in the past was not simply because of the hard work of him and Thomas.

"It's a conspiracy," said Harry, looking at the note in his hand and biting his teeth. "He obviously did it not only to concentrate on a heavy blow, but also to make us relax and paralyze gradually! That damn halbo!"

If halberta had saved so many people to release them from the beginning, Harry wouldn't be so angry even if there was a gap in strength.

But in his opinion, Haier Bo has full power. Previously, those black pupil wizards only appeared one by one, as if they were playing with them.

"Sure enough, it deserves to be called 'despicable' helbo."

Ron glanced at the note in Harry's hand. He was distressed because of his poor strength. Of course, he was very angry at the moment.

"No," Harry thought and suddenly shook his head. "I have to go out - those black eyed wizards, let alone more than a dozen, act at the same time. Even if they appear alone as before, they are a fatal threat that most wizards can't resist."

Now, those witches who are struggling to resist in downtown London are obviously in a more serious situation.

However, not to mention Harry's own thoughts, at least some of the little friends who were watching him showed disapproval.

"Harry, you can't go out."

This time, everyone in the ward almost always said that they didn't want him to run out just for a moment of recklessness, and then maybe he really killed himself.

"Yes, don't go out!" Ginny hurriedly hugged Harry's arm. "Lupin said this situation is far beyond your ability. Don't go!"

"Well, and..." even Hermione, who has been depressed because Maka doesn't agree with her to follow, advised after Ginny, "isn't Maka out already? I think he'll find a way."

"But --"

But if Harry Potter didn't go out to fight, what would those who were still struggling outside do - he meant to say that, but it seemed a little too arrogant, so he refrained from saying it.

But the expression on Harry's face alone could tell that his heart was still struggling.

"Harry?"

Percy came up and called himself. Although the other party didn't say too many words of persuasion like others, there was still some meaning of persuasion in that look.

"Stop talking. In short, let me think about it first."

With that, Harry stopped talking to his friends, sat back on the floor and grabbed his numb scalp.

Compared with many wizards who stood on the front line of resistance for their relatives, friends and loved ones, Harry's side can be said to be purely out of his warm-blooded and just heart. Now, the increasingly difficult situation has not quenched his courage.

But he also needs to think about what he should do next - even for himself, he can't give up the people who have been fighting in the city all night.

"... courage."