Chapter 1775

"We came from Salisbury - in fact, we were going to go southeast to Southampton to find a boat to escape Britain. But there were too many dangers along the way. We found that we must not go south. There were more walking corpses there!"

"So while hiding and running, we found that we had come to Weymouth..."

The officer's name is Rowan. According to him, he was originally a special police officer in Salisbury. In this great disaster, he could only be regarded as an ordinary person, but for those real people... And even for ordinary police, he at least had guns and bullets.

You know, the British police are not allowed to carry guns in routine tasks. So even though his bullets didn't work very well for those walking corpses, he barely had the ability to protect himself after he happened to avoid the most terrible wave of corpses.

No, not only that, he can even save one or two people occasionally.

"There were 36 survivors when our team had the largest number," officer Rowan shook his head. "Unfortunately, after that, the number of rescuers did not exceed the losses on the way - until now, there are only more than a dozen left, and less than half of them have been injured."

As he walked along with Harry and others, he lowered his voice and told about his team. Just listening to his narration, we can more or less realize the difficulty of their escape journey.

Harry listened and said with relief:

"At least you have saved a lot of people... Without you, they would be hard to get here."

But officer Rowan could only sigh.

"We survivors happened to hide in a closed room when the fog broke out. In fact, when I found these friends, they were still hiding in places such as the basement, and some even had enough food and light water," he said, "In fact, if I didn't take them away, they might still live well! You said I saved them, but who knows if I only gave them a glimmer of false hope?"

His words made all the little friends don't know what to say - yes, maybe they will starve and die of thirst in the basement, but they may not really be able to survive until all this is over, can't they?

No one can make a conclusion before the final result comes.

"Even if taking them away is really helping them, I'm not the one who actually let the remaining more than a dozen friends survive," officer Rowan said again, "On the third day we left Salisbury, we met two wizards. It was their desperate escort that we could escape with minimal loss when surrounded by many walking corpses several times... Oh, this way."

As he spoke, he seemed to have brought Harry and others near his temporary foothold.

As far as you can see, it should be a bar. Because the entrance is located on a small road, the original owner also installed a telescopic fence outside the door, which looks very safe.

"Come and open the door! I've found some reliable helpers!"

Before the words fell, a young man's face appeared in the door and looked at officer Rowan and Harry behind him. Seeing Rowan nodded, he "clicked" to open the lock and crunched the fence door to the side.

"Come in!"

The other party nodded to Harry and them, and then stepped aside, but the vigilance in his eyes did not completely subside. It is obvious that the disaster has also brought more doubts to the survivors.

"Go."

Harry gestured to his companions, and then took the lead in each other's sight. Everyone immediately followed.

"Crash --"

The iron gate was closed again.

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Probably due to the lack of daylighting, the interior is darker than expected - after all, it's a bar and doesn't need too many windows.

As soon as he got inside, Harry found that the round tables inside were basically pushed aside, and several people were lying on the vacated floor, their faces covered with pain.

However, the one who really caught Harry's attention at a glance was undoubtedly the robed woman sitting at the bar looking this way.

The lady looked about thirty years old. Her purple robe with black edges made him know that she was a witch. As for the small Crucible on the bar with plumes of smoke, her identity was revealed.

When Harry and others looked at her, she was looking back. It could even be found that she showed a sudden expression after staring at Hadley carefully.

"The boy who survived?" he heard the other side speak first, "Oh! Is it Harry Potter?"

"What a memorable name!" Harry shrugged and took everyone to her. "Yes, you can call me Harry... I have to say, it's still very accurate. At least I'm still alive. It's a miracle."

Harry said jokingly, but there was not much smile on his face - after so much experience, many facts in front of him had made him a little unable to laugh.

"Madam, I think we can put the greetings for a while," he said, looking back at the wounded on the ground. "We just 'happen to' bring a lady who is good at treatment. I believe she can alleviate the injury for everyone."

"Oh, that's great! My white flavor has long been used up, and temporarily configures other magic medicine, and it is difficult to achieve the desired result because of lack of materials," the witch hurriedly said, "who is the therapist?"

As the witch spoke, Harry turned and nodded to Safina.

"Well, of course."

Safina nodded and followed each other to the injured.

"Seriously, I wish I had met you earlier," officer Rowan sighed again on one side. "By the way, I think I have to apologize to you again! Sorry, at that time --"

"It doesn't matter," Harry waved his hand. "You have so many people to take care of. You can't have an accident. We can understand."

"Thank you."

Luo Wen thanked again, and then suddenly frowned as if he thought of something, but finally shook his head and put aside his worries for the time being. He was going to go to the mall again to get some food and water, but unfortunately he met a living corpse as soon as he arrived there.

Anyway, meeting Harry and them is his greatest luck today, isn't it?