Chapter 1502

After all, London has become an empty city, a real "empty city".

A city without people may no longer be called a city. Every street is empty. There are no living people or even dead people. Only the ruins after the war seem to be silently pouring out the prosperity of the past and the sadness of the present.

The gray fog that had enveloped downtown London for several days gradually drifted away.

Yes, the fog gradually drifted away - along with a group of special corpses that were quite different from the leading forces outside.

Facts have proved that at least half of Kingsley's worries are right. There are "things" in the fog that suddenly began to move. However, it was not Haier Bo himself who worried most people, but a group of more powerful living corpses whose number was small but whose strength could not be underestimated.

However, it is worth mentioning that although Harry rushed to the end of the corpse army just now, and witnessed the scene that the fog gradually shrouded the corpses.

Even, a very important incident for the suppression team... Or a very "bad" accident was found.

However, he failed to witness the special corpses in the fog center at that time

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"Kingsley."

When Sirius carried Harry to the rear of the battlefield, the fog was not close to the level that people had to avoid, that is, the elimination teams on the front line had not begun to retreat.

"Sirius... Potter?"

Kingsley first glanced at Sirius, but soon caught a glimpse of Harry being carried behind Sirius. When he saw Harry as if he had just picked it up from the blood pool, he immediately showed a worried expression.

"Hurt? What's the delay... Sirius, send him to the back for treatment!"

"No, I'm fine, Kingsley!"

Before Sirius could answer, Harry struggled to slide off his back, then held Sirius on his shoulder and said to Kingsley:

"These are basically the blood of those living corpses... Well, not to mention this first! Kingsley, there is not very good news. I have to report it to you first!"

After saying this in one breath, Harry took another breath, and his expression was serious:

"In fact, just now I have been rushing from the front line of the war to the end of the corpse army. I found that the fog from London seems to move much faster than I thought... Has Mr. Auror sent back the notice of this matter?"

"Huh? So fast?"

When Kingsley heard this, he raised his head slightly in surprise and looked at the fog again.

"No, the two exploration teams have no news at all, and no one has come back -"

"Compared with them, although I walked in a straight line, I spent a lot of time on the way. Logically, they should be faster than me..."

Harry frowned at the moment, as if worried about Auror who was willing to sacrifice himself, but he immediately shook his head again.

"Well, maybe it's not necessarily an accident..." he said. "Kingsley, in fact, there's another more important thing --"

"What's up?" Kingsley asked immediately.

"It's about the corpses that have been knocked down by our spell and have lost their ability to move," Harry replied. "Those... Well, how do you say? 'corpses'? In short, they get up from the ground again after they come into contact with the fog that filled the past!"

"What?"

This time, I was surprised to change to Sirius. As a person who really knocked down many living corpses at the forefront, he will naturally have a deeper feeling about the "Resurrection" of the enemy again.

To be honest, it's enough to frighten people just to turn the dead into living corpses once. Who knows that those living corpses can stand up again after they fall?

"Harry, what's the details? How did those bodies' get up from the ground 'this time?" Sirius asked hurriedly. "Under this suppression attack, many living bodies are incomplete!"

Yes, it's not only the extremely sharp Gryffindor sword that can tear those corpses apart. Such as strong enough division spell and thunderbolt explosion spell, if the intensity reaches a certain level, even the clothes may not be able to stay.

"How do you get up?"

Asked by Sirius, Harry seemed to remember some unpleasant pictures he had seen at that time, and then frowned and said:

"How to say? It's like a child's building block... Put it together? Well, to be exact, it's the feeling of forcibly putting several inappropriate building blocks together..."

"Hiss -" Sirius heard this and said unconsciously, "suturing people? It sounds like those radical alchemists who tried to touch the forbidden area of life in the past... It's really unpleasant!"

Just as Harry and Sirius looked disgusted, Kingsley waved his hand and said:

"Anyway, next, we should try our best to reduce casualties. After all, it is undoubtedly very difficult to converge the remains on the battlefield, but if we leave it alone, the fog will create more enemies."

"As for how to solve the problem of recovery again... By the way, Sirius, didn't you mention the living alchemy in the Middle Ages? Please go back to helix town immediately and find someone who is good at Alchemy to ask and say!"

"Well, you too!"

Sirius said, trying to help Harry find a therapist in the back, and then run to spiral town. But Harry stopped him, stretched out his hand, shook his head slightly and said:

"I can go by myself, Sirius, just go back! If this problem is not solved in time, the army of corpses will only be more and more, more and more difficult to stop... When the number increases to a certain extent, it will be too late!"

"Are you... OK?"

Sirius looked at Harry and finally nodded towards the approaching fog and the front-line clearance team that had begun to retreat alternately.

"Kingsley, I'll go back first."

The voice did not fall, and with the distortion of space for a moment, the Sirius phantom moved away.

"Potter, can you really go alone?"

"It's all right, Kingsley!" said Harry. "I'm just a little tired. I'll go back to the front line after a rest."

In fact, Harry didn't lie - although he was hurt, he was only bitten in the arm.

Not to say, the biggest reason why he was so tired was that he met Aunt Petunia in the promenade group before.

"Call -"

Looking back slightly at the hordes of living corpses in the distance, Harry dragged his heavy steps and went straight to the treatment area at the end.