Chapter 1948

The flober caterpillars that cocooned on the beating willow in Hogwarts finally broke their cocoons and became butterflies... In fact, it's not only that.

Since the beginning of the disaster, a large number of Faber caterpillar farms around the world have been abnormal.

These little guys, who have never been able to cocoon, have found a suitable place to form a cocoon after eating haisai. For a time, the output of thickener in those farms has decreased sharply. Just because after that, there were frequent disasters in Europe, so that everyone had no mind to take care of such small things.

However, up to now, some once well-known legends are almost unknown.

"The migration of flebber caterpillars into butterflies is a harbinger of disaster. Their appearance at this time means that... The worst thing has happened."

Delphi looked at the group of gray butterflies flying in the distance, felt the uneasiness rising in his heart, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear clearly.

"Yes, that's right... Although the process may be different, the result is the same. In fact, nothing has changed. The nightmare future has come after all."

"Delphi, what's the matter?"

Seeing that she only stood where she was and looked at the butterflies that had gradually left to the south, Willie couldn't help calling her again.

Only then did Delphi finally recover.

"Well... No, nothing," she shook her head. "Just... Suddenly I'm a little worried. I always think something terrible may happen."

"Oh," said Willie, nodding, putting down the flowerpot in her hand, "it seems that I have a similar feeling."

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In fact, so far, except that Delphi is special, other wizards outside the UK may at most suddenly feel uneasy. But for people in Britain, their uneasiness is visible to the naked eye.

"Mr. Weasley, something new has happened to the living corpses outside! They... Oh, I think you'd better come out and have a look!"

At the tent gate of the Command Office of Weymouth camp, a wizard guard rushed in from the outside and said so with a serious face.

At this moment, Percy, who was reading the information behind the table, immediately stopped his action at hand. He was a little confused, but he resolutely withdrew his chair and stood up.

"What happened to the living corpse?"

As he asked, he followed the other party out of the tent and went all the way to the defense line outside the camp. Soon he saw that Charlie had come here, too.

When he really saw the action of the corpses outside the line of defense, he finally understood why the guard had to see it himself just now.

Because, at present, the movement of the corpses is really a little incomprehensible.

I saw the living corpses who had just stopped after a * * movement not long ago, but now they are all heading north and kneeling on the ground one after another. Since there were a large number of living corpses, this scene immediately made people feel uneasy.

After all, you should know that these living corpses are always walking corpses, and they won't do anything to make people think they have wisdom.

But now, looking at their pious appearance as believers kneel down to worship gods, people even dare not start to test them easily.

However, some brave wizards on the defense line could not help it. Suddenly, they waved their magic wand and released a powerful crushing spell on the corpses lying on the ground.

"Bang!"

With a crack sound, the back of the ordinary corpse hit was immediately blown to pieces, and the black and gray rotten flesh and blood splashed all at once.

However, the corpse who clearly did not lose the ability to move did not turn his head and rush here as usual. It seemed as if it didn't care about this attack. It still knelt tightly on the ground, almost motionless.

"I didn't even respond to the attack," Charlie was holding his wand and standing at the edge of the defense, wondering, "what happened?"

Obviously, the more unresponsive these corpses are, the more strange they will feel. In addition, when we saw the large moths flying by not long ago, we were more and more worried at this moment.

"Percy, look at them all kneeling towards the north. I think something must have happened there... Otherwise, norbeta and I will go and have a look first?"

"Well... OK," Percy pondered, and then nodded, "But be careful. If you find anything unusual, don't get close to it easily, let alone do it - by the way, didn't you say that the old Mr. Aslan was taking people to settle in Yorkshire Valley? If you haven't found anything decisive there, don't go further north and come back quickly!"

"OK, I see."

Charlie nodded clearly, then took out the Dragon whistle, called the fire dragon norbeta, and quickly flew high into the air.

"Mr. Weasley, what about us?"

When asked by several guards around her, Percy hesitated a little, and finally waved his hand and said:

"You can clean up a batch of them before they fight back. But you should pay attention. If there is any accident, withdraw to the camp immediately... Do you understand?"

After saying this, he turned back and added:

"I'm going to inform Mrs. maxim of the changes here now."

At the thought that Mr. brova was in busbarton at the moment, Percy felt that the other party might know something about this strange situation.

Not long after he returned to the tent, he immediately picked up a quill pen, hurriedly wrote a letter and asked someone to send it to France.

However, few people in the world know whether it is the omen of the frober grey butterfly or the truth of the kneeling of the living corpses. Although the brova family has a long history and has relatively more inheritance in ancient times, he may not be able to notice such things that have not been mentioned for thousands of years, even if there are some records in the ancient books at home.

Percy looked at the letter being taken out of the tent by the wizard who sent the letter. Then he put down his pen and sat behind the table with a dignified face for a while. After a while, he got up again, left the tent and rushed to the line of defense again.

Needless to say, just because the situation was so abnormal this time, he couldn't sit still in the camp. If he doesn't stare at the scene, he's afraid there will be an accident that he can't cope with.

"Ginny, Ron... When will you be back?"

Looking at the corpses kneeling outside, Percy couldn't help thinking so.