Chapter 1513

"Hermione, the situation on the front... Doesn't seem very good!"

I don't know if lupin gave up the idea of hiding the war situation from the children after acquiescing Harry to the battlefield, and Ron easily brought back the information overheard in the hall of the new Ministry of magic.

But think about it, up to now, it's obviously meaningless to hide it in front of the children. Rather, if Hermione and them had any misunderstanding, it would be more likely to cause more trouble.

"Things are bad? Where's Harry? Is Harry okay?"

As soon as she heard Ron's words, before Hermione spoke, Ginny couldn't help asking first. However, Ron could only shake his head and said:

"I don't know. No one mentioned Harry's situation... But if it were him, it should be all right! Just leave aside Harry's situation, but the overall situation on the front battlefield seems very bad... The suppression team was pushed back again and again. Before I came back, I heard that the corpse army had broken through Dartford!"

"Dartford... That is to say, has it been a third of the way so soon?" Hermione said with a heavy tone. "Then... What about the team responsible for evacuating the people? And the army... Where are they?"

"Well," Ron paused a little when Hermione asked, "Dartford, and along the Watling highway from Dartford to Rochester..."

"Already caught up?"

Ron sighed at Hermione's surprised eyes.

"To be exact, when the mummies completely broke through the line of defense of the removal team and arrived in the downtown area of Dartford, the people transfer work of our evacuation team and the Muggle military was only half done. Because the number and strength of the evacuation team were far less than that of the front-line removal team, we had to withdraw from the city and go to the follow-up city where the mummies had not yet extended City. "

"Half the residents of Dartford... Have been abandoned?"

If it was only the sacrifice in the suppression team, although it was also deeply sad, Hermione and them could barely accept the fact that people were dying. But now, even innocent Muggles in half of the city have lost their lives. This kind of thing can never be called "sacrifice".

"... Hermione?"

Looking at her state, Ron hurriedly called her, but saw that she finally shook her head slightly after taking a deep breath.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

After saying this, Hermione immediately lowered her eyes and whispered:

"Harry has gone to the front for us, and all we can do is to seize the time to contribute more to the defense of spiral town."

The voice dropped a little, and she finally pursed her mouth, picked up the magic stone plate that had just been put aside because of Ron's return, and continued to carve.

In fact, everyone present can feel that Hermione's most wanted to do at the moment is to go out to help like Harry.

Whether blocking the enemy at the front line or assisting in evacuation at the rear, it must be more reassuring to her than hiding here in carved stone slabs. But if you calm down and think more, even if all of them are included, it is just a drop in the bucket for the front line of collapse.

While staying here silently to strengthen the defense of spiral Town, although it is insignificant and disturbing, what they do may play a greater role in the future.

In its current form, spiral town will probably soon become the last line of defense against the army of corpses.

However, Hermione may be able to restrain her uneasiness and tell herself not to be emotional. Because of all these experiences, she fully understood the disadvantages of being hot headed.

However, Ginny, who was purely worried about her boyfriend Harry, couldn't stand it after Ron mentioned the war on the front line.

It must be said that she has actually tried her best not to be impulsive. It was just a pity that it was hard for her to calm down at the thought that Harry might also be in danger.

"I'm going -"

"Ginny!"

Just as Ginny stood up and seemed to want to say something, Neville, still staring at the long parchment at the end, suddenly threw the feather pen back into the ink bottle.

"Ginny, let me go! I'll help you see Harry -"

"Neville?"

Ginny was stunned when Neville suddenly said she would go to see Harry for herself. And just before she recovered, she saw Neville looking at Hannah not far away.

"... Hannah, will you?"

"Uh."

Hannah, who had never had any idea, was immediately asked by Neville.

Needless to say, she naturally doesn't want Neville to take risks, but with a gentle nature, she doesn't seem to want to become a girl who will hinder her boyfriend from doing things.

"Well... Um."

As Hannah slowly lowered her head, Neville threw away the parchment roll in his hand, passed by Ginny hesitantly and went straight to the stairs.

"Neville!"

Ginny couldn't help shouting at him. But she also knew that if she had to let another person rush to the front, Neville would be much more suitable than her.

"Hermione?"

She stood there and hesitated, subconsciously looking back at Hermione, who was silently carving the slate, but the other party just hung her eyes and shook her head.

Naturally, the meaning could not be clearer - whether Neville went or not, Ginny Weasley would never go to the front to make trouble.

Yes, although it sounds ugly, it is "adding chaos".

"... Neville? You're in a hurry. Where are you going?"

Just as the remaining partners in the underground corridor shut their mouths one by one, and the corridor only echoed Neville's distant footsteps, a familiar voice suddenly came from the stairs.

At that moment, everyone hurried to the other end of the corridor.

"Marca? You... You're here!"

Yes, you can see that it was Maka's slightly thin but reassuring figure that stopped in front of Neville who was about to step on the stone steps.

"Well," Marca, who had just come down, looked at Neville a little, then raised her eyebrows and said, "why, the five foot experience is finished? Let's take a look!"

With that said, makadan even passed Neville's side and went straight to the observation room.

"What's the matter? Come here!"

It seemed that seeing Neville Leng in place, she didn't know which way to go. Maka immediately turned back and tilted her head. Suddenly, Neville, who did not dare to disobey Maka's words, had to honestly raise his legs and follow up.

"What's the matter? Each one has a bitter face... Oh, are you making slate..." Maka said with a smile as she walked in.