Chapter 1808

"Larson, go! Tell Miss Granger and say... Just say..."

"Miss?"

"Say Safina will be attacked at the port of Weymouth this night. Please send someone to help!"

When Furong heard a noise upstairs in Luna's room and went up to see what had happened, she heard such a few conversations at the door. Soon, with a series of footsteps approaching quickly, the door was opened from the inside.

"Ah!"

Larson, the maid who ran out of Ursula's room, was startled by Furong standing outside the door and subconsciously stepped back.

"Are you... Miss Delacour of the Ministry of magic?"

"Er, yes. Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I just heard some commotion downstairs..." Furong quickly explained, and then said, "by the way, are you going to find Miss Granger? She just came to see Miss Lovegood. Now... I think she should go to the kitchen now. I remember she said she wanted to eat before."

"Thank you! But where is the kitchen?"

"The kitchen is..."

It wasn't long before Larson came to busbarton. She knew the place of the restaurant, but she didn't know much about the kitchen. Seeing that the other party's affairs seemed quite urgent, Furong simply waved her hand and said:

"Please follow me!"

Before the words fell, they hurried downstairs one by one.

Hibiscus, who graduated from busbarton, took the shortcut. It took them only a few minutes to get down to the first floor. When they reached the corridor in front of the door, Larson even found that Hermione had just arrived at the kitchen door.

"Miss Granger -"

Although he was still in the quiet corridor, Larson quickly called the other party who had just opened the door.

"Ms. Larson... Oh, and miss Delacour?" Hermione looked back and saw them both. She immediately wondered, "what's the matter?"

"I have something very important to tell you!" Larson hurried two steps and walked to Hermione seriously. "In fact, my eldest lady had a premonition that the second lady was attacked. The time should be tonight - you should know, the eldest lady is a prophet. I think her prediction should not be wrong."

Having said that, but this time, Ursula was reluctant to disclose her prediction if it was not related to the safety of her sister Safina. But there's no way. Who let her favorite sister have an accident this time?

"Tonight?"

Hearing the speech, Hermione couldn't help dragging her and asked carefully:

"Did your eldest lady say where it was?"

"The eldest lady said that it was probably the port of Weymouth, England. One person mentioned it in the predicted clip, and... She saw a lot of ships."

"Did she see Harry and them?" Hermione asked, shaking her head again. "No, I'd better go and see your eldest lady!"

About ten minutes later, Hermione came out of Ursula's room. It was obvious that her face was a little ugly, but after she calmed down, she still pressed her lips and ran downstairs.

In the room, Ursula in the curtain could not help but be silent for a moment after Hermione left, and then he said to Larson's secluded tunnel outside:

"Just now... Did she see it?"

"I don't know," Larson said, but at last he shook his head. "I don't think so. At least I don't see any change in Miss Granger's look."

Ursula sighed and took a shortcut:

"Forget it! Now, it's no big deal... The most important thing now is Safina. Alas, in the end, I still can't turn a blind eye to the predicted content!"

After a little meal, she finally said:

"I just hope there won't be any more mistakes this time."

……

Facts have proved that Ursula's prediction itself is as accurate as ever. Because Harry only sent Safina to Weymouth with Bell and others, no matter what happens, Safina will be the only one who has an accident among them.

But if something really happened to Safina, could it blame Harry?

no In fact, according to Harry's judgment, staying with them in joville will not be safe, or even more dangerous.

"Should it be expected? Tonight... I'm afraid we can't rest."

More than half an hour after Safina and the Yellow wizard bell left the town unhappily, Harry and they found a wave of corpses coming towards the town. Among them, there are not only ordinary corpses that have been quite common these days, but also many more difficult evolutionary species.

What's more, it will be dark in a few hours!

"Harry, or we'd better get out! It doesn't make much sense to guard here. Besides, we can't clean up so many corpses before nightfall. When it gets dark, the disadvantages will increase greatly for us."

But Harry shook his head and rejected Neville's proposal.

"Try it first! At present, this is the front line of the tide of corpses coming from the East, and now the great rush of corpses has basically stopped. If we work harder, we may be able to control the front here. If we retreat again, it may have an impact on Weymouth."

Neville listened to Harry's analysis, thought about it, and nodded.

"Listen to you!"

After that, he suddenly summoned his patron saint of the lion - from now on, he can't keep his hand. Except that Harry had better not use his special maximum strength, everyone else had to attack with all their strength to stop the corpses rushing to the town.

"Harry, do you think this will attract halber's attention?"

"How do I know?" Harry frowned. "But even if he did, I think Marca should be able to find out where we are? Maybe we'll see Miss brova in a minute."

As he spoke, he also raised the Gryffindor sword in his hand. The glittering silver light of the sword was very cold.

Harry was actually a little happy at the moment. Fortunately, he decided not long ago to let Safina leave here and go back to busbarton to report his current harvest. Otherwise, he just wants to fight against the living corpses tonight. He can't do it. He can only choose to retreat to the south.

And this retreat, their trip in this period of time is almost in vain, which will have a great impact on the plan to investigate in Winchester later.

But there's no way. Sometimes, the plan can't keep up with the changes... Or someone may have seen through his so-called "plans" for a long time.

However, today will never be a quiet night.

"Rush!"