Chapter 1952

"Roar -"

Norbeta swooped down and vomited another breath, which immediately swallowed a large number of living corpses on the ground. When the flames died out, a piece of scorched earth surrounded by sparks appeared on the crowded hillside.

However, there were too many corpses gathered, and in a twinkling of an eye, the open space was filled again - although the combat effectiveness of ordinary corpses was not strong, it was even difficult to fight back when attacked by flying fire dragons from the air. However, this number is quite amazing.

Of course, the most worrying thing at the moment is the dark fog that makes the corpses rush into it. Not long after, Charlie noticed that the darkness gradually became deeper and deeper as the group of living corpses came from all directions and filled the "bottomless hole" with their own bodies.

Charlie was trying to reduce... Or slow down the speed of the corpse pouring into the fog as much as possible. At the same time, he couldn't help feeling uneasy in his heart - he felt even more uneasy in the face of the unexpected subsequent changes.

However, there must be no mistake in the choice of destroying the corpse here. After all, at least, it can win more preparation time for the camp behind us.

No matter what happens next, it is always necessary to strengthen defense and prepare for retreat.

Unfortunately, with the passage of time, Charlie dared to take risks, but norbeta under him began to be more and more unhappy.

Born with strong perception ability, she can actually feel the terrible smell emanating from the dark material, and it is obviously clearer than just now.

Soon, when Charlie once again wanted norbeta to dive down and breathe dragon breath to the living corpses... She suddenly seemed to notice something. She shook her head suddenly. She didn't care about Charlie calling on her back anymore. Suddenly, she turned around and flew back.

As norbeta had almost made every effort to fly at the moment, Charlie only felt the wind roaring fiercely in his ears. The oncoming air was so strong that he had to hold norbeta's neck and stick the whole person on her back.

Unable to look back and his ears filled with the sound of surging air, Charlie didn't know anything. He had to let norbeta take him away from the highland quickly.

"Boom!"

After a sudden jolt, he found that norbeta had finally landed.

"Where did you bring me?"

Charlie hurriedly got up and looked around. He found that it was only more than ten seconds that norbeta had led him to the valley behind the camp.

It was at this time that an extremely ominous feeling rushed from the direction they left. Even if Charlie didn't have the ability to perceive the flow of magic, he could feel it.

"That's... What?"

Obviously, he wanted to stay there and see the subsequent changes clearly, but unexpectedly, at the most critical moment, he was forcibly taken away by norbeta.

However, no matter what happens there, the current situation is obviously getting worse and worse.

"Let's go! Let's hurry to the camp!"

Charlie paused a little, then patted norbeta on the neck in front of him and signaled her to take off again. But norberta shook her head hard - even if she couldn't speak, what she wanted to say now could not be clearer.

"Roar!"

"You... Alas!"

Charlie sighed, thought about it, turned over and fell to the ground, then patted norbeta's body and said:

"Go back to Weymouth first!" Weymouth, do you know where I'm talking? Take the letter, go there to find my brother Percy and show him the letter. "

As he spoke, he took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and wrote a few words casually. Then he waved his wand, turned it into a long rope and tied it around norbeta's ankle.

"Woo -"

Norbeta shook her head and looked down at Charlie. Then she turned around, ran up a few steps, and flew high into the sky towards the south.

Charlie watched her leaving figure gradually grow farther and smaller in the air. After confirming that she should indeed fly in the direction of Weymouth, he took out a broom that had hardly been used since it could drive norbeta and flew to the camp on the top of the hill.

Obviously, when norbeta has lost her fighting spirit, riding a broomstick on her own is more reliable.

After all, the broom's speed is not only no slower than that of the Norwegian backbone dragon, but also controlled by the rider. Charlie... He was the captain of Gryffindor college team and led the team to win the Quidditch cup. At that time, everyone thought he would join the British team for the world cup after graduation!

"Mr. Weasley? How... Come on... In short, come in first, and the protective spell will be opened!"

Everyone looked puzzled when they saw Charlie riding a broom over the fence of the camp. However, now is obviously not the time to ask.

"OK!"

Charlie nodded, then slammed down the broom handle and rushed straight to the ground. When he was about to hit the ground, he turned around, turned steadily, got off the broom and fell to the ground.

"How's the north?" as soon as he came down, he immediately asked the Wizards around him, "just now norbeta forcibly took me away from there, and I didn't see what happened... Just, you should feel the ominous feeling before?"

"Yes!" a middle-aged witch in charge of internal service nodded. "I don't know what the situation is. In a word... It's terrible."

While talking, the Wizards responsible for supporting the protective spell barrier have all raised their wands, read the spell, cast a broken silver wire from the tip of the wand, and joined forces to splice a huge translucent shield in the sky.

Seeing this, Charlie wanted to help with it, but after hesitation, he hurried to old Aslan, who was still standing in the middle of the camp.

"Old Sir, just --"

"Yes, I've felt it," nodded the old wizard. "It's a power we've never seen before... I think no matter what it is, our defense ability is likely to be irresistible."

"Well," Charlie agreed, "and norbeta was aware of the danger and almost completely lost her fighting spirit. I thought about it and asked it to go back to Weymouth to inform my brother Percy."

"Even the fire dragon?" old Aslan frowned more tightly when he heard the speech. "Let's see the situation later! If it's really not possible, we can only give up here... Ah!"

As he was talking, he suddenly seemed to think of something and gave a slight low cry.