Chapter 1953

"Mr. Weasley, if I'm not mistaken... I think I might understand why Mr. McLean drove us out of Hogwarts."

Suddenly, the old Sir's words made Charlie stunned and realized something.

"You mean, these living bodies knelt in the direction of Hogwarts before?"

He hesitated, but frowned and shook his head again.

"But... Old Sir, if Marca knew what would happen, why couldn't he tell us directly? His appearance at that time was really amazing... To be honest, if I wasn't sure it was Marca at that time, I even wanted to doubt that he might have been controlled by Haier Bo!"

"Of course, I don't rule out the possibility you said," old Aslan said solemnly, "And compared with you, I haven't even met that little Mr. McLean before - just because everyone seems to think he is reliable, I prefer that he may have some difficulties and deliberately choose to drive us away from Hogwarts in a distant attitude."

"Yes."

Charlie nodded slightly, but he didn't know how to answer.

"In short, it seems that there is really nothing in our North except Hogwarts... Even Haier Bo should still be in London. To be honest, we have reason to think that the latter may have gone to Hogwarts!"

"And what happened at Hogwarts?" Charlie thought. "Does Marca fight with him at Hogwarts again?"

"Maybe!"

The old wizard's inference was really reasonable, and in fact he guessed some of it. Unfortunately, he could not guess some of the most core and secret things anyway.

While the two were talking quietly here and other wizards were busy increasing protection for the camp, a terrible breath of chilling cold came from the north again.

At the same time, a roar like a heavy thunder suddenly swept across the camp with the slight tremor of the earth, which made everyone jump again.

"Living corpses! It's the group of living corpses coming!"

The cry suddenly sounded from the north, but soon everyone found that it was not as simple as a living corpse.

"No, not just the living corpse, but also -"

"Boom!"

On the temporary sentry tower near the edge of the camp, the wizards who warned with the sound reinforcement curse didn't even have time to speak. Everyone saw that a giant black figure suddenly appeared from the fog in the north and hit the protective curse barrier supported by dozens of male and female wizards.

Just like this, the translucent barrier immediately broke.

Until then, everyone finally saw the specific appearance of the terrible figure - it was a huge humanoid monster with dark body, curly muscles and two long horns on its head. Its thick arms, ferocious face and scarlet eyes made people shudder.

However, its appalling appearance is not the most important. The key is that it rushed into the camp and began to wantonly destroy and trample on the tyrannical posture of a group of wizards, which makes people feel fear at the bottom of their hearts.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

In the twinkling of an eye, many wizards in the north of the camp died under its relentless trampling. Even if someone could bite his teeth and try to wave his wand to fight back, the curse fell on his body as if it was just tickling him, and there was no possibility of rubbing his skin.

Seeing this scene, old Aslan immediately realized that this was not the enemy they could deal with at all. Not to mention, at the gap broken by it, there were many corpses pouring in madly, and even many individuals who seemed to have evolved.

"Go south, don't hesitate, go now!"

As he shouted, he was about to move forward. When he saw that Charlie seemed to follow, he gave him a backhand.

"You go too!"

"But --"

Charlie wanted to argue, but he was stared by old Aslan. At this moment, the old wizard was no longer lazy and casual, and seemed to suddenly become much more dignified.

"There is only one person in charge of attracting its attention. Go... If possible, take little Kate away from England! Judging from the current situation, this is no longer a place for people to stay!"

Holding his wand tightly, the old wizard turned and ran to the tall figure. He couldn't help sighing:

"It seems that we have underestimated the horror of this disaster!"

"Old jazz -"

Charlie hesitated for a moment, but at the thought of old Aslan's last mention of Kate, he had to turn around hard, ride on the broom and cover the others to the South among the chasing corpses.

When he turned back on the way, he saw that the old wizard had stood in front of the huge figure like a devil and suddenly waved his wand.

"Chi -"

A fiery yellowish magic arc erupted from the tip of his wand and shot straight to the belly of the black giant. The dazzling brilliance shows its extremely high intensity. It can be seen that the magic level of the old wizard is really not low - it has far exceeded the level that ordinary wizards can achieve.

If we have to make a comparison... Perhaps, the old hatch patch of Dumbledore's generation is not much worse than Dumbledore in terms of magic spells alone.

It has to be said that if he had returned to Britain a few years ago, his strength would certainly arouse the admiration of many forces - the hidden strong will always be sought after, not to mention that he does have the ability to match the word "strong".

However, it is a pity that he is best at this aspect in his life, but it is difficult to shine the glory of this era in this disaster.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the black devil waved his hand and scattered the light arc of the spell cast by the old wizard. Then it took a step forward, clenched its huge fist and hit the place where the old wizard stood.

"Boom -"

When a burst of dust splashed, the old wizard flew out of the range of the other party's attack through the reaction force of the flying sand curse, and rolled on the ground for several times.

When he got up again in a hurry, his left hand had hung weakly on his side and looked useless.

"It's a terrible thing that you can't move the phantom."

The area previously evacuated from the fog is only the highland hillside opposite. The camp is still covered with fog, which affects everyone to use the phantom shift spell.

"Hiss..."

Old Aslan's forehead exuded fine beads of sweat because of the pain of the fracture of his left arm.