Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1505: Step to Chaos

"Click... Click... Click..."

Before opening his eyes, Maca heard a regular, soft sound echoing in his ears, as if someone was cautiously tapping on the table not far away.

Because he just woke up, his consciousness was still a bit hazy. After closing his eyes and listening for a while, the memory before the coma flooded into his slightly dry mind like a flood of gates opened. in.

"Wow" "Um."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up, then he couldn't help frowning. Because he immediately felt that there was a sharp pain coming from his right arm. Compared with that, the pain in the other parts of his body seemed to be nothing at all.

"Halpo...huh? Wait, this is the ward of the school hospital?"

Although the pain caused him to frown slightly, compared to his physical condition, the current environment is obviously something that needs to be confirmed in the first place.

As for speaking, what exactly is this place...

You can’t go wrong, after the scene in front of you gradually becomes clearer from blurry, the white bedding, the historic stone-carved beams and pillars, and the fence windows with black wooden bars staggered obliquely...none Not to show that this is indeed the Hogwarts school hospital.

For Maca, whose memory is still stuck with Helbo's counterattack and was knocked into the air, what happened during his coma is undoubtedly an urgent need to understand.

After all, even with Maca's mind, he can't even imagine how he survived in the desperate situation at the time.

"Professor McGonagall?"

There is no one in the ward, but the soft noise in the corridor outside has been ringing since he woke up. So even if the magic power was slightly overdrawn, he still took effort to feel it.

Just after he spoke, the "clicking" outside finally stopped, and then a figure quickly walked in from the door of the ward like the wind.

"Maca, are you awake? Oh, you can't sit up yet"

"Professor McGonagall," looking at McGonagall, who had obviously experienced a lot of vicissitudes during this period of time, Maca said that although his right arm had abnormal pain, he still stretched his eyebrows and smiled softly, "It's okay, I have a sense of measure... …Professor, did you treat me? Thank you!"

He looked down at his right arm, whose skin was as clean as a newborn child, but still limp, and then glanced at his left arm, which is still awkward~IndoMTL.com~, before raising it again. Started.

From his expression at the moment, it seems that there is no depressed mood in it.

"Professor, can you explain to me what happened when I didn't know it? Also, how long has it been since I was in a coma?"

Mag nodded immediately when he heard the words, and then sat down on the round stool beside Maca's bed.

"It didn’t take long, it was only about half an hour... At that time, I saw that you were seriously injured by that Helbo. I really thought everything was going to end. To be honest, Maca, I think I have to You say sorry! If it weren't for me then"

"Professor McGonagall, these words need not be said... You just misestimated Haierbo's strength, nothing more. In fact, at that time, I also did not accurately estimate the difference between my strength and his current strength. , Which led to a stupid fiasco."

After a little bit of self-deprecation, Maca, who couldn't move his arms, had to curl his head and said:

"Professor, just tell me what happened after I was in a coma! What happened?"

"Well," McGonagall sorted out his thoughts for a while, and then recalled, "The turning point at that time began with the appearance of a bird that claimed to be the'Eagle Lord'..."

This was the first sentence, which immediately made Maca's expression extremely serious.

……

The fact that Maca and McGonagall were once in danger at Hogwarts is apparently unknown except for Helbo. Of course, whether or not Haierbo can be regarded as a "person" now, let's not think about it for now.

And when Maca had just emerged from the almost mortal desperate situation, the team of wizards who resisted the army of living corpses gradually fell into a huge problem.

"Minister, the fog has completely swallowed the group of living corpses. In this situation, the unfavorable factors for our side have increased significantly. In fact, although the previous conservative combat orders have been completely conveyed Going down, but the casualty rate does not drop but increases... We need a countermeasure!"

"Well, I know."

At the back of the battlefield, Kingsley also moved with the retreat of the suppression team. But even if Maca made a decisive decision to ensure the room to retreat, if this continues, they will almost retreat irresistibly.

After all, the migration of Muggle towns along the route also takes time.

"Call"

Kingsley thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head and said:

"Send someone back to Spiral Town immediately to see if Sirius has asked about the alchemist's clue...By the way, I will also convey the current predicament to Lupin. It would be better if Maca was there too. Now... Go ahead!"

"Understood."

The newly transferred assistant was ordered to leave immediately, and the Apparition disappeared from the same place.

Kingsley looked at where the opponent left, but his complexion got worse and worse~IndoMTL.com~ Because as far as the bad news he knew, it wasn't just "the fog completely covered the group of living corpses".

Since the two teams of Aurors who voluntarily went to investigate after discovering the fog, they have not even returned yet, this naturally gave Kingsley a worse guess.

For example... Maybe from the beginning of the fight, there were still a group of enemies in the fog that he didn't know. And at this moment, those enemies who are bound to have good combat power have probably already joined the original group of living corpses in the mist, right?

From now on, not only will the enemy's situation become unknown because of the fog, but the fallen living corpses will also be revived again and again due to the mysterious effect of the fog.

Together with another group of enemies that are very likely to exist, the chance of failure in this gambling-like clean-up operation has become even higher.

"If it really doesn't work..."

As the commander-in-chief of the battlefield, some persistence in Kingsley's heart suddenly loosened slightly. But soon, I saw him shaking his head vigorously, frowning and muttering:

"No, even if the situation of the suppression team will become more and more dangerous, it cannot be a reason to abandon those innocent Muggle civilians."

That's what I said, but even if they all spare their lives and hold on to the last one, the outcome after the defeat of the army of corpses will not be much different from returning to Spiral Town now.

The Muggle world will definitely suffer a great loss, and then it will eventually evolve into the most uncontrollable state where Muggle military power and magic warfare are mixed.

And when it comes to what the whole battle will be like at that time, I am afraid that even Helbo, who is the instigator, can't predict.