Chapter 1950

Yorkshire Valley, an area of continuous valleys in Central England.

To tell the truth, because of its wide vision and few trees, it is not a good place for defense in wartime. But obviously, old Aslan chose here for a reason.

Because at least until today, this valley was a little far away from London, but not too far away. When the distribution of the mummies was relatively sparse, we could more or less continuously understand some trends in the south through patrol observation. It can be said that it is both safe and convenient to obtain information.

In addition, there is a Birmingham City separated from London. If Weymouth still plans to recapture the latter, they can provide some help more conveniently and timely here.

However, even if old Aslan's strategy is so sophisticated, it is not worth an accident that few people can expect.

Oh, no! In fact, some crises seem to have been foreseen - otherwise, old Aslan and his Hogwarts alumni would not have been forced to move to the Yorkshire valley.

"Old Sir, we have tested the corpses kneeling on the hillside outside the camp in various ways, and there is no response at all."

"Then start cleaning! Start from the South... In addition, send out a team of people to ride brooms over the top of the north slope to keep an eye on it all the time, and report any abnormalities immediately."

"OK, I'll inform you now."

After arriving at the valley and determining the place to settle down, old Aslan asked people to focus on the arrangement of protection, so that the area they currently use for living and discussion is still very simple.

Just like now, even though it is still a tent for command, it is also a place for old Aslan to rest.

Sometimes he is talking about something very serious, but when he turns around, he will see the old man's bed and all kinds of living things. Even if the old man doesn't care, it will inevitably make some people who come in to listen to the task feel a little embarrassed.

Seeing that the wizard couldn't help turning back before leaving and glancing at his messy bed, old Aslan shook his head and simply waved his magic wand to hide the bed.

Then he frowned and paced back and forth in the tent.

"Something must have happened in the north."

Old Aslan said secretly in his heart.

But what happened? As soon as he began to think about this problem, he felt that his anxiety had become more and more intense.

And obviously, if so many living corpses can kneel down automatically, what will happen there will never be a small thing. In order to maximize the safety of the alumni who follow him, it should be necessary to be ready to evacuate at any time.

But the question is, if they retreat immediately in the face of possible dangers, what is the significance of their risking to come here?

He was thinking and measuring. Suddenly he heard another sound of footsteps coming from far to near, and hurried here.

"Old Sir," soon saw a wizard in charge of guarding at the gate of the camp lift the curtain at the entrance of the tent and preach, "we saw Mr. Weasley coming, you know - with his fire dragon."

Old Aslan frowned and nodded when he heard the speech.

"It seems that the same situation has happened to the living corpses in the South... Well, I know. Please ask him to come over... Forget it, I'd better go out!"

He looked at the messy tent, then raised his legs to the door and left here with the wizard who came to inform him.

However, although the tent is very rudimentary, the camp built on the highland has been made decent. But now most people have just left here and went to the hillside in the south. The camp seems a little quiet.

Old Aslan stood by the extinguished large campfire in the middle, looked up and just saw Charlie landing on the fire dragon norbeta in the open space outside the camp.

Because not long ago, Charlie worked with this group of alumni. He even helped when he came here to build a camp. Everyone seemed to be very familiar with him. After greeting several wizards at the entrance, he came straight through the door to old Aslan.

"Mr. Weasley," the old wizard came forward and asked first, "where's Kate? How's she?"

After all, Ms. stanson, who had followed Charlie away before, was the granddaughter of the old wizard. Seeing that she was not with Charlie at the moment, she was a little worried.

"Oh, it's all right. She stayed in Weymouth for the time being. I didn't let her follow this time," Charlie said. "After all, the reason for the abnormality of the corpse group is not clear."

"Well, it's all right." old Aslan nodded slightly and then turned. "So the same thing happened near your Weymouth camp?"

Charlie couldn't help shaking his head.

"In fact, I saw almost the same scene all the way... It seems that the place where the problem occurred is further north."

"So... Are you going to continue north?" said old Aslan, thinking again, and then he couldn't help adding, "or are you going back to Hogwarts?"

"Actually, I'd love to see it again, but before I set out from Weymouth, Percy told me that I'd better stop here. Oh, I seem to have forgotten to say - Percy is my brother and is currently the acting commander of Weymouth camp - I have to listen to him now."

"Your brother is right. In this situation, it's better to be careful!"

As he spoke, old Aslan looked back to the north. Unfortunately, the fog blocked his sight, so that he could not see anything with reference significance.

After a little pause, he turned and continued:

"Well, I think you should return to Weymouth soon this time... By the way, tell your brother that we are here. If there is any change, I will have the news passed immediately."

"OK," Charlie nodded, "Sir, you should be more careful here... Unexpectedly, there seems to be a greater hidden danger in the north, which was supposed to be relatively safe. I will go back and discuss with Percy as soon as possible. Recently, Weymouth has a new batch of reinforcements, and we may be able to draw some people here to consolidate our defense."

"That's good news."

Old Aslan smiled, but the smile did not stay on his face for too long, but suddenly became dignified - at that moment, he suddenly turned back and looked at the sky north of the camp with Charlie.