Chapter 1506

"Click... Click... Click..."

Before opening her eyes, Maka heard a regular light sound echoing in her ears, like someone knocking on the table carefully not far away.

As he had just awakened, his consciousness was still a little hazy. After listening vaguely with his eyes closed for a moment, the memory before coma poured into his slightly dry mind like a flood of opening the gate.

"Wow --" "well."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up. Then he couldn't help frowning. Because he immediately felt a sharp pain coming from his right arm - compared with that, the other pain on his body seemed nothing at all.

"Haier bo... Huh? Wait, this is the ward of the school hospital?"

Although the pain made him frown slightly, compared with his physical condition, the current environment is obviously what needs to be confirmed at the first time.

As for where is this place

No mistake, after the scene in front of us gradually became clear from obscurity, the white bedding, the stone carved beams and columns with a sense of history, and the fence windows with black wooden strips... All show that this is indeed Hogwarts's school hospital.

For Maka, whose memory still lingers on the counterattack of Haier Bo and being shot away, it is undoubtedly an urgent thing to know what happened during her coma.

After all, even with Maka's brain, he couldn't imagine how he survived in that desperate situation at that time.

"Professor McGonagall?"

There was no one in the ward, but the light noise in the corridor outside kept ringing since he woke up. So even if the magic was a little overdrawn, he still took the effort to feel it.

Just after he opened his mouth, the clicking sound outside finally stopped, and then a figure came in quickly from the door of the ward like the wind.

"Marca, are you awake? Oh, you can't sit up yet -"

"Professor McGonagall," looking at McGonagall, who has obviously undergone a lot of vicissitudes since this period of time, although Maka has abnormal pain in her right arm, she still stretches her eyebrows and smiles gently, "it's okay, I'm measured... Professor, did you treat me? Thank you!"

He looked down at his right arm, which was as smooth as a newborn child, but still weak. He glanced at his left arm, which was still unconscious. Then he raised his head again.

There seemed to be no depression in his expression at the moment.

"Professor, can you explain to me what happened when I didn't know? Also, how long has it been since I was unconscious?"

McGonagall nodded immediately when he heard the speech, and then took advantage of the situation to sit down on the bench beside Maka's bed.

"Not long, about half an hour... I really thought it was over when I saw you seriously injured by that halbo. To tell you the truth, Maka, I think I have to say sorry to you first! If it weren't for me then -"

"Professor McGonagall, needless to say... You just misjudged Haier Bo's strength, that's all. In fact, I didn't accurately estimate the strength gap between me and him at that time, which led to a stupid fiasco."

After a little self mockery, Maka, who couldn't move her arms, had to turn her head and say:

"Professor, just tell me what happened after my coma! What happened?"

"Well," McGonagall thought a little and then recalled, "the turnaround at that time began with the emergence of a bird calling itself 'Lord eagle..."

This was the first sentence, which immediately made Maka's expression more serious.

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At present, no one knows about Maka and McGonagall's once dangerous situation in Hogwarts except Haier Bo. Of course, now whether Haier Bo can be regarded as a "person" or not, we don't have to think about it first.

When Maka just got out of the desperate situation of near death, the wizard team on the front line of the resistance to the corpse army gradually fell into a huge problem.

"Minister, the fog has completely engulfed the living corpses. In this case, the adverse factors on our side have increased significantly. In fact, although the previous conservative battle orders have been completely conveyed, the casualty rate has increased instead of decreasing... We need a countermeasure!"

"Well, I know."

In the rear of the battlefield, Kingsley also moved with the repeated retreat of the suppression team. But even if Marca's prompt decision ensures room for retreat, if it goes on like this, they will soon have to retreat.

After all, the migration of Muggle towns along the route also takes time.

"Call -"

Kingsley thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head and said:

"Send someone back to helix town immediately to see if Sirius has any clue from the alchemist... By the way, convey the current dilemma to lupin. It would be better if Maka was there... Go quickly!"

"I see."

The newly transferred assistant had to be ordered to leave immediately, and the phantom moved and disappeared from its place.

Kingsley looked at the other party's leaving position, but his face became worse and worse. Because as far as he knew, the bad news was not just that "the fog completely shrouded the corpses".

Since the two teams of Aurors who volunteered to investigate after discovering the fog at first have not even returned, it is natural that Kingsley has a worse guess.

For example... Maybe from the beginning, there were a number of enemies in the fog that he didn't know. By this time, those enemies who must have good combat power have probably joined the original group of corpses in the fog?

At present, not only the enemy situation has become unknown because of the fog, but also the fallen corpses will recover again and again because of the mysterious effect of the fog.

Coupled with another group of enemies who are very likely to exist, the probability of failure in this gambling campaign has become higher and higher.

"If not..."

As the commander in chief of the front line of the battlefield, some of Kingsley's insistence suddenly loosened slightly. But soon he shook his head and frowned and muttered:

"No, even if the situation of the suppression team will become more and more dangerous, it can not be a reason to give up those innocent Muggle civilians."

That's what they say, but even if they all risked their lives to the last person, the outcome after the failure of the army to resist the corpses will not be much different from returning to the anti spiral town now.

The Muggle world will certainly suffer great losses, and then it will eventually evolve into the most uncontrollable state in which Muggle's military power is mixed with magic war.

When it comes to what the whole war situation will be like, even Haier Bo, who is the initiator, can't predict.