Chapter 1868

"Miss Granger, some wizard survivors who have just escaped to joville say that there has been a new change in the living corpses in the East. It is said that the living corpses there are beginning to be active again -"

"East? London or Winchester?"

"It's not clear. At present, no one can get close to the two places. In addition, the two sides are not far away. No one knows where the source of the commotion is."

Near Weymouth camp, a group of wizards who had just been temporarily stationed were gearing up for a counterattack against the corpse. At the same time, Hermione had long planned to meet Marca in Winchester.

However, the latest news from joville suddenly forced her to overturn and reconsider all her plans to be put into practice.

The mummies that stir up a commotion can be completely different from normal times. The combat effectiveness they can form by taking positive action is determined not to be underestimated.

Especially Hermione's own private decision on Winchester's trip, because it can only be regarded as her private affair, it is obviously not suitable to ask too many people to help together.

And even if Harry and they offered to go together... Think about the last time, even if the corpse was not in a state of commotion. Even if there is Mr. brova who is good at group attack, their journey can be called difficult, let alone such a disadvantage now.

I'm afraid it's no less difficult to break through a large area of corpses and meet Maka in Winchester than going directly to London.

"Do you think the news is accurate?" asked Hermione, looking at the wizard from joville.

"It shouldn't be low," the other party nodded. "The two survivors didn't have any reason to mislead us with false information. Moreover, our people took the initiative to ask. Our boss thought the news should be more important to you, Miss Granger, so let me come and tell you personally."

"Well," Hermione smiled gratefully at him, "thank you for your hard work... Go to the tent next door and have a rest! There are tea and snacks over there."

"Oh! Can I take some to joville?" he said happily. "I can only eat some food that has been preserved for a long time all day. I'm going to eat and vomit during this time!"

"Of course," said Hermione immediately, "go and ask them to prepare some for you to take away, just as I said - those snacks were brought by Mrs. Maxim from France to comfort everyone. They were fresh and delicious."

"That's great!"

Seeing the other party happily walk out of the command post tent, Hermione's smile gradually dissipated, replaced by a trace of anxiety and disappointment.

"Hermione?"

Percy, sitting not far away, could not help calling her out with some worry when he saw that she looked bad.

"Oh, I'm fine," Hermione waved her hand. "It's just... You heard the news just now. In this way, not only will the process of cleaning the surrounding area and expanding the security area be greatly delayed, but also the plan to seize Birmingham will be greatly delayed. And -"

"... your plan to go to Winchester must be abandoned for the time being," Percy took over and deliberately reminded.

"I know," Hermione sighed. "Don't worry! I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know what to do... Don't say I can't ignore Harry's safety. Even if I really have the ability to go to Winchester alone, I'll weigh my strength first in this situation."

"Well... That's good." although Percy was going to persuade her not to go, she didn't know what to say after hearing Hermione's promise.

After a moment of silence in the empty tent, Hermione motioned to Percy:

"Let's inform everyone! Allocate time to each team leader... Next, in short, strengthen the defense work first! Others will be discussed later."

After that, she simply put aside the March plan she was still drawing, rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes for a nap.

Percy looked back a little before going out. Seeing her posture, she couldn't help sighing:

"It's really more and more like McLean."

……

"Can't open the door?"

In the depths of the forbidden forest next to Hogwarts castle, more than a dozen wizards were looking at a suspicious huge stone door. No one knew what to do.

Charlie, riding the fire dragon norbeta, just arrived here. He heard the old wizard Aslan explain briefly, and then he understood what the shock wave was just now.

It turned out that this old wizard, who was about the same generation as Dumbledore, was also very powerful. The magic spell used to test the stone gate was powerful and could not be used by ordinary wizards.

Unfortunately, even old Aslan could do nothing about the huge stone gate embedded in the mountain.

"Judging from the result of the blow just now, I don't need to try again, because I probably can't break the protective magic with all my strength." the old Sir shook his head and said, "although... What's hidden in the head here is really disturbing."

Until now, Charlie on the fire dragon's back hesitated:

"Old gentleman, I may know something about this door."

"Oh?" Aslan immediately asked, "what do you know? Can you tell me?"

"Sure," Charlie nodded, "But I'm just guessing... I remember that my brother mentioned before that McLean used to run into the forest for a while. Later, I didn't know where to get a large group of wild elves, so I arranged for them to live in the forbidden forest. So I think this door may be made by McLean, and these gatherings in front of the stone gate The fallen buildings were probably created by the tribes that transformed the horse people! "

"Little Mr. McLean?" the old wizard looked at the stone gate and nodded slightly. "Well, maybe so. But... 'wild elf'? What's that?"

"I don't quite understand their history," Charlie said. "But I've seen them - maybe before the house elves became house elves? Anyway, they look imaginative and have amazing magic talent!"

"I see," said the old wizard suddenly. "There are more and more miracles about this Mr. McLean... Did he find it from which wilderness ridge?"

After saying this, he patted the stone gate in front of him and felt the shaking of his hands again. Then he turned around and waved to the others:

"Let's go! We should go back... Since it's Mr. McLean's pen, I don't think we need to worry too much. Go back and continue to repair the castle!"

Before the words fell, he greeted Charlie friendly and took the lead in returning to the forest.