Chapter 1873

Two days have passed since Percy sent a team of wizards to the coast by boat. In these two days, Harry and they have been doing their best to fight the corpse and reduce the pressure on the defense as much as possible.

However, the number of living corpses in the surrounding area has not decreased at all, as if every time one is killed, another two or three will appear, which makes them feel tired.

You know, even if you squat at the door and press ants with your fingers, it will be very tiring to press ants for two days and two nights. Not to mention, living corpses can't be compared with ants. Now Harry and they can kill ordinary living corpses more easily, but they also have to swing their swords.

"How's it going at the dock?"

Today, Hermione also picked up the wand and rune card and stood behind the front line to provide support for Harry and them from time to time, so as not to be injured by excessive fatigue.

However, while taking action from time to time, she also needs to pay attention to all aspects inside and outside the camp - at present, Percy has controlled many things, but she still needs to adjust the on-the-spot response.

"The port of Granger in Cherbourg, France, sent another group of people to help defend, and Mr. Weasley arranged them to the side." a wizard replied, "in addition... The investigation team has not returned yet."

"Well, I see," Hermione nodded, looked at both sides of the front again, and then shouted, "Harry, Neville! You can come back... Go back and have a rest!"

"OK!"

Neville answered, but instead of retreating, he turned and shouted to Harry:

"Harry, you're too tired. Go back first - I'll block it for you."

"No, you go back first. I can hold it on my side!" Harry said without looking back. "Don't mention my physical exertion. You've been maintaining the patron saint curse, but you're much more tired than me!"

Obviously, both of them know that in the past few hours, due to fatigue, the combat efficiency has been much lower than that of the previous two days. The reduction of the efficiency of eliminating the corpse directly leads to the fact that they need to spend more time to maintain the pressure of the defense line at a relatively stable basic line.

As a result, the battle against the tide of corpses fell into a vicious circle.

"Don't argue, you all come back!" Hermione saw it and shouted, "just give it to me while you go to rest!"

"Hermione, we also --"

"Don't be wordy," Hermione interrupted immediately when she saw that Harry was going to be strong. "Do you want me to invite you? Don't you hurry back and have a rest!"

Seeing that Hermione was angry, Harry and Neville looked at each other, and finally retreated from the front in the sight of some Ginny and others laughing.

After passing by Hermione and hurried back to the camp, Harry carrying Gryffindor's sword couldn't help whispering to Neville:

"Hermione seems to be getting a lot grumpy today. Is it because the wave of corpses has lasted too long?"

When they returned from the defense line, they immediately attracted the attention of many wizards in many camps. However, during this period of time, Harry and they have long been used to these admiring or curious eyes. They just nodded slightly when they were wrong with others, and didn't care too much.

"Hmm?" Neville paused and shook his head. "I don't think so."

"Yes," Harry wondered. "Even if we can't stand it now, we can ask the Muggle army to help as we did last time... We're not in a desperate situation to rush her like this."

"Who knows!" Neville shrugged. "Anyway, I've been dating Hannah for so long, and I still don't understand girls' Psychology... In short, just follow her!"

"Yes!" sighed Harry. "I don't understand --"

They were talking, and suddenly Harry stepped, then turned sharply and looked in the direction he had come.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

Neville asked hurriedly when he saw what he seemed to notice.

"It seems that someone is coming... It's a very familiar feeling." when he said this, he suddenly waved, "Neville, let's go back and have a look, come on!"

Before his voice fell, he took the lead in running back, as fast as a gust of wind.

Neville looked at him in such a hurry. He was afraid that he would delay the emergency by half a step. He immediately repeated the patron saint curse, summoned the Silver Lion, turned over and flew directly out of the camp, leaving only the Wizards around the camp looking at them with amazement.

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Harry's perception this time is actually a special situation. Except him, Hermione, Ginny and Hannah inside and outside the camp and even on the outer edge of the defense line have not found anything.

It was not until Harry and Neville quickly returned to this side that some wizards who resisted the corpses in front of the defense line saw some abnormal shadows through the fog.

"Look, what's that --"

Seeing that Harry and Neville had just left and returned soon, Hermione was about to ask, but a guard wizard reminded her. The next moment, she couldn't care to ask any more questions. She turned her head and looked out.

Indeed, although there were dead bodies in front of the line of defense and there was heavy fog in the distance, she could still see a dark shadow in one direction that was different from that elsewhere. It's like there's something more in that place, and it's still moving and approaching.

"Hermione, Neville and I will go and have a look."

Harry saw that everyone, including Hermione, had noticed the difference, so he didn't say anything more and just had to run out. But soon, he and Neville were stopped by Hermione.

"What's the hurry? Forget what we agreed before? Don't be impulsive in case of accidents... Especially you! Harry, you're the first one of us who needs to act calmly!"

After Hermione said a few words to him, she nodded at Neville:

"Let your patron saint explore the situation... It's definitely not easy for the shadow to move so quickly in such a dense group of living corpses. Maybe it's a special giant living corpse, or... Maybe even a high-level living corpse!"

As soon as Hermione heard the word "high-level Promethean", Harry and Neville, who had directly "met" with the lava Promethean, immediately changed their faces - that's no easy guy.

At that moment, Harry subconsciously clenched the handle of the sword.

"I see," Neville rolled down from the Silver Lion's back, then raised his wand and pointed to the shadow in the distance, "go and have a look!"

While he was talking, the lion patron saint had jumped over the guard line with a long silver "tail" and rushed out straight.