Chapter 2190

The attack of the corpse army continued. And the fact seems to be that, as Delphi guessed at that time, the crisis of the black flame vortex is only the beginning.

After that, there were several collective self explosion incidents in the group of corpses, which set off a black flame in front of the protective barrier of the stronghold. And the location of the outbreak seems to be irregular. It may occur everywhere in the north, East and Southeast... Where there are many live corpses.

The danger of this army of corpses has undoubtedly become greater.

However, during the defensive war so far, what surprised the Wizards in the stronghold most was not the series of threatening changes of the corpse army.

"You know what? I thought Miss Granger's formation was very powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful! Look, the protective barrier didn't know what magic it was. It blocked the living corpses out, and it didn't even work... Oh, Merlin, I knew I would have learned it well at the beginning Learn ancient magic literature. "

Since there are already a certain number of living corpses outside, several groups of wizard volunteers responsible for long-range attack in the stronghold even whispered with Kung Fu while throwing magic spells at the outer edge of the barrier.

The topic they talked about was naturally related to the battle in front of them.

Hearing the admiration of the younger male wizard in front, a middle-aged witch who seemed to be from England immediately shook her head.

"It's useless for you to study all your life!" she said. "Most of you are from other countries, so you may not be very clear. Miss Granger's ancient magic texts are compiled by Mr. McLean after summing up and studying various materials and classics of ancient magic. They are not the same as those we know about the study of ancient magic!"

"Oh? Mrs. hasting, do you know so well? By the way, you are also an English wizard... Tell us more about it?" another witch urged.

"Well, cough... In fact, I don't know very well. You know, I haven't returned home for a long time - I just asked the little Weasley girl a few days ago." said the witch called Mrs. hastin, "Listen to her, Mr. McLean taught this ancient magic literature when he was a professor at Hogwarts. Even the textbooks were written by him... Alas, it's a pity that there have been too many turbulence in recent years, and it's getting more and more..."

At this point, she could not help pausing, then shook her head and sighed:

"If the disaster could come later and give him time to teach his students at Hogwarts for a few years, maybe the world would be different now!"

"Speaking of... Where is Mr. McLean now?"

In the team, a male wizard subconsciously said a word, but everyone was silent. Soon, these wizards finally stopped chatting and devoted themselves to casting a spell against those damn living corpses outside.

At about the same time, Granger camp on the other side of the Strait welcomed several unexpected but reasonable guests.

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Because there is no way to contact Hermione and others in the burrow, bill has a lot less to deal with recently.

Without news from Britain, he would no longer need to send information to the rear; without an enemy attack, he would no longer need to gather troops to fight.

Even the Dutch side was inexplicably quiet. Although they were also occupied by living corpses, they strangely stayed within the border - needless to say, there must be a will to restrict their actions. Unfortunately, although some forces sent people to enter the country for exploration at the beginning, none of them came out again. As many times as they did, there were not many people Dare to go in again.

Bill also sent people to Holland, even before many forces, but of course, the result was no different from others.

Therefore, in recent days, Bill is very busy. It is a restless and restless way.

"Da, Da, Da... Pa."

Today, he wanted to send a letter to the headquarters of the Federation, but the tip of his pen gently poked on the parchment for a while, but he found that he didn't seem to know what to want, so he finally put the pen back into the ink bottle.

"I don't know Mr. aginbad and Luna, they -"

After thinking about Luna and her party who insisted on going to the other bank and trying to return to the burrow, Bill shook his head in some annoyance. Then he stood up on the table and was ready to go outside for a two-step walk.

No way, because he can't think of what else he can do except to manage the camp and take care of the fewer and fewer injuries next door.

In fact, bill also knows that sometimes it is possible to do more and make more mistakes just to concentrate on things. It is not necessary to stop occasionally to see the situation.

However, this feeling of unknown ahead is really too painful.

However, just before he could get out of the tent door with a slight frown, someone opened the curtain first.

"Mr. Weasley, outside -"

Before he finished, the guard saw Bill close at hand. Because the distance was too close, he was startled, subconsciously released his hand lifting the curtain and stepped back.

Bill was naturally stunned. After a slight pause, he pulled the curtain open and went out.

"What's the matter? Finish talking," he asked, looking at the guard.

"Er... Oh," the other party looked back and quickly pointed in the direction of the camp entrance, "several people who said they were looking for you are now at the gate, and one of them claims to be your father..."

The poor guard probably didn't have a chance to finish today. Just now, so is this time. When Bill heard the word "father", he stopped talking to him immediately, raised his legs and walked quickly past each other.

"I see... Thank you."

Not long after, bill came to the entrance quickly, and before he approached, he saw the familiar figure from a distance.

Because of the angle, the other party seems to have not seen bill for the time being, but is looking at the injured camp on the opposite hillside with some curiosity.

It's just that Bill's legs, which had been walking fast when he came here just now, seemed to rust on every joint and couldn't move any more.

"... dad."