"Da... Da... Da... Da..."
Footsteps echoed in the deserted street, making people sure that someone was walking alone slowly. But the fog was so heavy that even the bright sunlight was covered. Naturally, even half of the human shadow could not be seen in a hazy way.
But suddenly, the footsteps that seemed to last all my life suddenly stopped - it didn't fade away because of walking away, but suddenly disappeared.
Of course, no one will be confused about it now, because there are no people in this city.
However, before long, another voice suddenly sounded in the fog - it was a low voice that was difficult to describe in words, like someone whispering through a wall.
But soon, the tone of the voice suddenly became much higher, from a male voice to a female voice. Although no one could understand what was said, it was obviously a different person.
"Cough, cough..."
Coldly, a burst of cough instantly replaced the previous whisper. After a while, it returned to the original male voice. It seems that the whole process starts from scratch again and again.
But this time, the low voice seemed to become clearer than before... Although it was still inaudible.
So, I don't know how long it took, the voice gradually stopped. Then, the footsteps finally sounded again and went away bit by bit.
……
Marca couldn't hear the footsteps in the fog for the time being.
Although he hasn't left yet, he still stays outside the fog area and silently observes whether there is movement in the fog. But it was obviously impossible to hear the deep fog just at the edge.
But even if he had been outside for half an hour, he didn't find any abnormalities, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly.
It is worth mentioning that although Marca had told Harry to go to the new refuge first, Harry didn't leave obediently. When Maka was here quietly, he also waited beside him and never left once.
"Harry, I think you'd better go first!"
Marca, who was leaning against a big tree and thinking while paying attention to the movement in the fog, finally couldn't help persuading Harry.
"If nothing else, Ginny must be worried about you, isn't she? There's no need for you to stay here now. You'd better go back and report peace!"
"Marca, you'd better let me stay here!"
Harry didn't say any reason, but simply expressed his wish to stay with him. Seeing that he prevaricated with this sentence again, Maka had to shake her head and stop persuading him.
It was not until the whole hour passed, and after Maka made another circle around the outer edge of the fog of the whole city, that he waved his hand to Harry who followed him:
"Let's go! I'm going to go this time. You don't want to stay here?"
"Just go... No problem?"
Facing Harry's question, Marca couldn't help sighing.
"Do you want to hear the truth or the lie?"
Looking at the expression on Harry's face from doubt to a little stunned, and then a little confused, Marca simply put her hand on his shoulder and took him a few steps forward.
"Don't think about it. No one is sure about the future. We can only do our best... Let's go! In short, go to Hermione first, and I need a rest..."
When Harry heard Maka's words, he realized that Maka didn't seem to have rested for a long time.
"Yes."
When Harry answered, Marca motioned him to take out the broom, and he threw out the magic book for trampling on flight. The next moment, they both flew into the air, led by Maka and headed in a certain direction.
The new difficulty of the St. Mungo evacuation team is a Muggle farm. At the moment, a large number of tents have been set up outside, which is very lively from a distance. In today's brilliant sunshine, the whole land seems to be full of vitality. It must be a very different scene from London, which is now full of fog.
After seeing more of the dead world, the atmosphere and scenery here can't help relaxing Marca and Harry's mind a little.
Soon, in the focus of many eyes, Marca and Harry fell from the sky and landed on the lawn in the middle of the camp. At this moment, several bonfires have been set up here. Many girls are preparing food for everyone, full of the breath of life.
"Maka!"
This time, Hermione and Luna finally didn't think much more and gathered around Maka with everyone. Maka smiled and nodded at them. After looking around for a week, she said:
"The retreat was really hasty, didn't there be a shortage of people? Maybe when I left, I didn't have time to count and confirm the number of people completely because of time constraints, but after all, most of us know each other - if we find that there are fewer people, remember to report to the president in time, and I will find someone myself."
After saying this, he suddenly reminded:
"But please be careful not to run to downtown London by yourself. It's very dangerous in the fog. It's no joke! So please remember to report anything immediately."
After that, he didn't continue to be wordy, and he didn't hide his fatigue. As he rubbed his forehead, he waved to the refugees around him and said casually:
"I have to lie down for a while. Just leave me a copy of what I have to eat. Let's talk about the rest!"
At the same time, he picked up a tent and went there. Finally, Hermione and Luna took him to a quiet hillside next to the pasture.
Several tents here were specially prepared by the dean to provide a quiet and comfortable resting place for people like Maka who have struggled for us for a long time.
And Marca naturally won't be picky about anything. Maybe it's really too tired. He almost fell asleep when he came to the place. Looking at Maka, whose breathing soon became heavy, Hermione and Luna looked at each other. They both saw the emotion and smile in each other's eyes.
"Hermione, you haven't eaten yet! You stay here with Marca, and I'll find you something to eat -"
"No!"
Hermione suddenly stopped Luna, then stood up and said:
"I'll just go by myself, and... I'm not going to stay here. There are still a lot of things to do outside. Maka, I'll leave it to you!"
With that, she turned and walked out of the tent without waiting for Luna to speak again.