Chapter 1905

In silence, old Aslan pushed open the door of Hogwarts auditorium.

When many people gathered around to ask him questions, he didn't immediately answer, but after thinking for a moment, he waved his hand to all the people gathered here according to his previous words:

"Pack up and get ready to leave Hogwarts."

"What? Why?" many wizards couldn't help asking, "what happened?"

"Don't ask," said old Aslan. "Anyway, pack up and go at once. Let's... Go south and go to Yorkshire Valley first."

Before the words finished, he turned decisively and walked to the lawn outside. It seemed that he was going to wait there for everyone to clean up and gather.

The people who watched old Aslan look at each other for a while. Although their hearts are full of confusion, they still move out of respect and trust for the respected old Sir.

About half an hour later, everyone gathered again on the grass in the vestibule and stood in front of old Aslan.

"Old Sir, although... Let us all know the reason?" the middle-aged wizard who used to be the assistant of old Aslan and helped him deal with many trivial affairs couldn't help but say, "what did McLean say to you just now?"

This sudden departure is a very confusing thing for everyone. If you look at it rationally, it may be understood that old Aslan and Maka discussed some new plans by the lake.

However, looking at the look of the old jazz when he came back, it seemed that it was not the same thing at all.

But somehow, although old Aslan was treated rudely by the other party on Maka's side, he didn't seem to have the meaning to tell the actual experience at the moment.

When the other party asked, he just shook his head and followed the shortcut:

"Yorkshire Valley is at the junction of North and south of England, and it is also an obvious junction of the distribution density of living corpses in the data given by Miss Granger. In addition, the terrain is easy to defend, so we move there as a new stronghold, which is more suitable for cooperating with the rebel alliance to implement the plan to recapture Birmingham."

"But --" the wizard looked back at Hogwarts castle and couldn't help saying, "our hard work has been wasted. This is the school we all used to be. It's Hogwarts!"

However, old Aslan frowned and said:

"After all, this castle is just a thing. Is Hogwarts such a superficial existence in our hearts?"

After saying that, he seemed to glance in the direction of the lake inadvertently, and then waved his hand and turned around.

"Let's go! It's up to Mr. McLean. Our shoulders still carry more important tasks than repairing a castle. Don't waste time."

Before the words fell, he went straight to the school gate.

Seeing that he had clearly made up his mind, everyone had to keep up with him in the process of reluctantly looking back.

But just then, Kate, who had been standing in the crowd and puzzled with everyone... That is, Kate stanson, who led a team to Weymouth some time ago and contacted Hermione, finally seemed to think of something and ran two steps to catch up with old Aslan.

"Wait... Wait first..."

Seeing that old Aslan kept walking, she took a few more steps, and then simply grabbed each other's sleeve.

"Grandpa! I said wait! Mr. Weasley, they haven't come back yet!"

According to Ms. stanson's urgent address, is she the granddaughter of old Aslan? Don't mention it. She didn't tell Hermione at that time, not even the companions who gathered behind her.

"Kate..."

Old Aslan finally stopped, but not because of Charlie Weasley mentioned by Ms. stanson, but because of her "Grandpa".

"Have you forgiven grandpa?" the old man looked at her and hesitated.

Perhaps it was because the scene in front of us all felt quite puzzled, and there was curiosity in the wonder. Everyone stopped one after another and watched silently behind.

"Is Ms. stanson the granddaughter of old jazz? I always thought she was an ordinary alumni who came spontaneously and came together by chance, just like us!"

"Don't talk, look at the situation first..."

There were whispers like this in the crowd, but soon it was quiet again because Ms. stanson spoke.

"Is this the time? I just want to remind you that Mr. Weasley has not returned from patrolling! They are the people I invited from Weymouth. No matter what happens, I can't leave them here!"

"It's not to leave them here," old Aslan shook his head. "Isn't Mr. McLean here? You should know, they're friends."

At his words, Ms. stanson seemed to realize something at last and looked subconsciously in the direction of the lake.

"Grandpa, what the hell are you and him --"

"Let's go!"

Old Aslan raised her hand and interrupted her question.

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When old Aslan and his family were leaving the school gate, Charlie was still flying in the wind on norbeta at the other end of the school.

He has handed over the closer area to two teams, and he has come to the farther area for investigation.

There is no doubt that Hogwarts is a place of great significance to many people. This is true for old Aslan and his "returned alumni", and it is also true for Charlie and Hermione.

Because of this, Hermione specially sent him with two teams to follow Ms. stanson here. After all, Hermione thought that they would return to this place sooner or later.

Now, Charlie, who was sent to ensure the safety of the school and help old Aslan rebuild the campus, is naturally doing his best to "take care of" the hometown he misses very much.

"I don't know if Marca will come back and have a look." Charlie sat between norbeta's neck and looked at the remaining mountains and the fog that could be seen in the distance. Suddenly he muttered, "norbeta, what do you say?"

"Gululu -"

Fire dragon norbeta seemed to understand his words. She roared and didn't know what she was talking about - at least even Charlie, who was proficient in fire dragon, couldn't understand the language of the dragon.

But at this moment, norbeta suddenly turned her head, and then she circled and roared uneasily.