Chapter 1566

"Miss Granger... Maybe I will be attacked inevitably in the near future... If you still have Xianyin medicine, I suggest you use it now! If it's late... It's too late."

While running in the fog, when those flying species may attack again at any time, the Auror is still dutifully considering Hermione's safety.

"Miss Granger, I probably don't have time to say anything else... I just want you to think it over. Even if only one is alive, it's much better than all sacrificing here? And Mr. McLean, he... Must hope you can --"

Before the words were finished, a dark claw flashed past and dragged him, together with a few words he didn't have time to say, into the seemingly endless darkness.

"Thank you... Sorry."

Marca sighed in her heart as she ran.

That's Kingsley's colleagues and friends. To be honest, Marca actually wants to save him. Unfortunately, in order to ensure the lives of Delphi and Luna, all unnecessary variables will obviously be what he needs to completely eliminate in this time-space journey.

The sacrifice of such an excellent Auror elite happened around her, but Maka couldn't do it. She could only watch the sad fact become a fact again. This feeling is undoubtedly very bad.

"You... Are right, I have to live," Hermione obviously noticed the death of the Auror. She kept running with her teeth clenched and whispered a moment later. "But I may also hope to let more people live, not just me!"

Speaking of this, Hermione suddenly turned her head, looked at Maka and another remaining volunteer Witch and said:

"I don't think this will work... But I have a plan here, which may give us more time to think about other methods!"

"Of course, Miss Granger!" said the witch. "I've heard more than one person say you're smart... What to do next, just say, me and Myron are listening!"

It must be said that under the current situation, the three of them still run away with two injured people, which is not the problem, because the floating spell does not slow down their running speed.

The problem is that even if they run away with all their strength, they can't compare with the moving speed of the fog and those flying corpses eyeing in the fog.

"We have to stop as soon as possible - before the monsters hiding in the dark attack us again!" Hermione said seriously. "Do you understand what I'm talking about? Can you believe me?"

Hermione seemed to be worried that her statement could not convince the other two. After all, it was hard to believe that it would be a good idea under the desperate situation that she seemed to stop and die.

But the next moment, they heard Marka... Or "Mellon", who had not spoken much. They agreed very happily.

"I see! I don't know what you're going to do, but that's it... Three... Two..."

Perhaps Hermione didn't expect that it would be this Mellon to determine the time to stop, so she was a little stunned before taking out the magic stone.

However, Maka didn't want to hesitate so much in order to make her disguise more real.

Just

Just after the three people and the two injured people they were carrying suddenly stopped in place, and Hermione quickly placed the slate, the hemispherical magic barrier appeared in front of them almost at the same time as the evil claw.

"Bang!"

At that moment, the whole barrier trembled, making people's scalp numb.

"I think I may have to thank you for your trust and your decisiveness," Hermione, who squatted on the ground and just opened the suggestion array, couldn't help whispering. "If it's one more step later, I'm afraid there will be one less of us."

"No, you're welcome... Or at least wait until you really get out of this danger!"

Maka shook her head and whispered in a remedial voice:

"I'm just too nervous to turn my head, so I can only listen to you... Oh!"

As soon as the voice fell, another sharp claw "slammed" across the magic barrier again, while Maka simply squatted down with her head in her arms, as if she was so frightened that she didn't even want to speak.

Hermione could not help sighing after glancing at the two wounded men with livid faces.

"It's okay, we believe you! I think everyone thinks so."

"Thank you."

The witch's words gave Hermione some encouragement again - they had dealt with the problems of the two black wizard families together before, talked a lot on the road, and seemed to have made friends.

Because Maka didn't choose to go with him at that time, he didn't know, but he could still hear some signs from their conversation.

I have to say that one person's support at this moment may also be one of the reasons for Hermione's persistence to the end.

"Let me think about it -"

Hermione nodded at each other, then frowned again and fell into meditation.

But after that, the flying corpse in the dark launched two attacks in a row, and the magic barrier became shaky.

After all, this is only a simple magic text array used to fight for time. Under such an intensity of attack, it can't last long.

"Sure enough... Still can't?"

"Boom!" "click -"

Suddenly, the crack sound mixed with the sound of heavy blows made everyone's heart tremble at the same time.

"Note that it may not be able to hold... When I say 'run', we will immediately run forward with the injured! Do you understand?"

Hermione whispered a reminder. The witch answered quickly, but "Mellon" still buried her head and didn't respond.

Suddenly, Hermione had to reach out and touch each other.

"What, what?"

"Cheer up! Before the last moment... Please don't give up!"

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However, Hermione finally gave the remaining Xianyin potion to the witch at the moment when the magic shield broke. This is not because she and the other party are already friends, but because the other party obviously has more hope of escape than this "Mellon".

As for Hermione herself

"Call God's guard!"

"Obstacles -"

Maka fell on the road and looked at the light of several magic spells flashing in the fog not far away. He knew that Hermione was seriously injured at this time, but he could only lie on the ground and watch quietly.

Even if we knew Hermione would not die, it would not be pleasant to see her suffer and show her.

Until, Hermione struggled to call out the "Professor Dumbledore".