Chapter 1525

The same survivors who escaped from the fog of London have almost the same conditions of being seriously injured and dying, but the symptoms of both sides are completely different.

There must be something wrong with this.

On this basis, plus Maka seems to be particularly concerned about the two survivors in spiral Town, and even arranged a special observation room for them.

Now think so, most of them have deep meaning.

"But... Why?"

Why are there differences in symptoms between the two survivors? Why does Marca care about the two people in the observation room? Such questions accumulated in Hermione's heart.

"Is it because the two ladies in the observation room are special, and the key to solving the disaster of the living corpse is hidden in them?"

In fact, Maka once said similar words. Only until now, Hermione faced it again.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the reason why Maka will pay special attention to them is obviously not only because they are survivors from the fog, but also because... Even among the survivors, they are special.

As for what kind of special law it is, only Maka may know.

"Me too... At least that should have been thought of!" Hermione thought with a slight annoyance. "There are not only those two who meet the conditions of 'seriously injured and dying survivors', are they not?"

To be honest, Hermione's thinking time really dragged on for a long time, so long that the wizard who didn't dare to disturb her at will finally couldn't help but say again:

"Miss Granger?"

Yes, the man who once learned from his father to become a black wizard has indeed made up his mind to stay here with his father. But he asked for death himself, more to exchange his wife and children's next life with Hermione and them.

To put it bluntly, he still wants Miss Granger, who is young but obviously the leader!

Hearing the other party calling herself, Hermione put her thoughts to the bottom of her heart, and then turned her head to look at the old man on the hospital bed again.

"Can't you move?" she asked.

"Yes," the other party nodded, "although the magic medicine I racked my brains to prepare successfully hung my father's life, but... You must have smelled it when you came in, Miss Granger? This anti curse medicine is an aerosol. In my father's current state, once I leave, I will die."

Hermione frowned and thought for a moment.

"Granger, how's it going?"

Suddenly, the more or less nagging teammate also appeared at the door. But soon she covered her mouth and nose and stopped walking into the room.

"Oh, Merlin's beard... What's the smell?"

Hermione, who was thinking, didn't care about her appearance. After thinking about it again, she suddenly touched her Beaded Handbag and said:

"Well, you'll hurry up to prepare more medicine. When it's ready, I'll use my bag to transfer your father... Although the space in this bag is small, it's OK to squeeze one or two people."

Just then she turned and said:

"While you're making potions, we'll take your family downstairs first. When you're ready, let the Muggle soldiers below tell me -"

"Well, I'll go first."

She looked obviously in a hurry because she found something more important to her on the way.

Fortunately, the difficulty of moving the two people away seems not as great as expected.

As she walked downstairs, she frowned again.

"So, isn't it very important for Maka to let us stay there as guards? Now we leave one by one, and only Ron is left in the observation room. Will this self talking decision have any bad impact on Maka's plan?"

Hermione thought it was a good idea to call volunteers to Faversham! But now, the affirmation in her heart began to shake again.

Not long after, I saw her push the door out from the downstairs door, and then immediately motioned to the Auror who followed.

"Just transfer these people downstairs first, and the two people in the upper room will be a little later..." speaking of this, she turned to the Muggle soldiers and said, "leave two people here to contact later."

"OK."

Seeing the other party nodding, Hermione immediately took out a broom from her handbag and rode up immediately.

"I'll leave it to you. I'll go back first - I need to inform spiral town of an emergency."

Before the words fell, she could see her feet kicking. Under the surprised gaze of the Muggle soldiers not far away, she suddenly flew into the sky and flew away in a twinkling of an eye.

"Ah! Broom... This is a witch!" a soldier couldn't help sighing.

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Hermione obviously attached great importance to the differences in the symptoms of the survivors, and even doubted her decision to go to Faversham.

On the other hand, when she guessed that Hermione would most likely go to the rear to support the civilian transfer operation, it seemed that her focus was not in the observation room of new St. mungo.

"Kingsley, is the transfer of faresham going well? Is there any new news?"

"Well, judging from the information from lupin, it's fairly smooth and efficient."

On the battlefield, Maka is still fighting hard - although the results are not brilliant and the advance speed of the corpse army is indeed improving, with the help of the volunteer team, it seems that time should be in time.

Therefore, Maka seems to be very satisfied with Hermione's assistance.

Perhaps, as Hermione thought, only Maka himself knew what was going on with the two survivors in the observation room.

"Then I have to work harder!"

After a short pause, he flashed forward again and burst into the still mountain like sea of living corpses at a faster speed than before.

Needless to say, the battle continues. Even when all the people along the way have moved, the unconventional magic war is still not over.

Rather, the intensity of the War reached its peak when the corpses finally rushed to spiral town.

"Haier Bo -"

While constantly shuttling among the living corpses, Maka whispered to herself in her heart while letting the ice edge sweep over the enemy's black body again and again:

"Will you still come... No, you must come!"