Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2189: Visitor

The attack of the army of living corpses is still going on. And the fact seems to be just as Delphi's guess at the time was that the crisis of the Black Flame Vortex was just the beginning.

After that, there have indeed been several mass explosions in the group of living corpses, and a black flame soaring into the sky was set off in front of the protective barrier of the stronghold. And the location of its outbreak seems to be found irregularly, north, east, southeast... wherever there are a lot of living corpses, it can happen everywhere.

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

However, during the defense war so far, what surprised the wizards in the stronghold most was not the series of threatening changes in the army of living corpses.

"Do you know? I thought Miss Granger and the others used the ancient magic text to make this formation very powerful, but I never expected it to be so powerful! Look, the protective barrier is not Knowing what kind of magic it is, it actually blocked the living corpses out, and it didn’t even work to explode...Oh, Merlin is here. I had known that I had learned ancient magic literature."

Because the number of living corpses outside has long since reached a certain level, several groups of wizard volunteers who are responsible for remote attacks in the stronghold cast spells toward the outer edge of the barrier while even whispering.

And the topic they are discussing, naturally Metropolis is related to the battle in front of them.

Heard the younger wizard in front of her with such admiration, a middle-aged witch who seemed to be of British origin suddenly shook her head.

"It's useless for you to learn it for a lifetime!" She said, "Most of you are from other countries, so it may not be very clear. The ancient magic texts that Miss Granger and the others learned were summarized and studied by Mr. McLean. What is compiled from various materials and books of ancient magic is not the same thing as the rune studies we know!"

"Oh? Mrs. Hosting, do you know that? By the way, you are also a British wizard... Tell us more about it?" another witch urged.

"Well, cough... Actually, I don't know it very well. You know, I haven't returned to China for a long time before—just a few words about the little girl from the Weasley family not long ago." The witch called Mrs. Hostin said, "Listen to her, that Mr. McLean taught this ancient magic literature when he was a professor at Hogwarts, and even the textbooks were written by himself... , It’s a pity that there have been too many turbulences in the past few years, and now more and more......"

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but pause, then shook her head and sighed:

"If this disaster comes later, so that he can have time to teach students at Hogwarts for a few years, maybe this world will look like another now!"

"Speaking of which...where is Mr. McLean now?"

In the team, a certain wizard said subconsciously, but everyone was silent. Soon, these wizards finally stopped talking, and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to casting spells against the **** living corpses outside.

At about the same time, Camp Granger, located on the other side of the Strait, welcomed a few unexpected but reasonable guests.

……

Because there is no way to contact Hermione and the others at the Burrow, the things that Bill has to deal with recently have been much less.

If there is no news from the UK, he does not need to send information to the rear; if there is no enemy attack, he does not need to assemble a team to fight.

Even the Dutch side quieted inexplicably, although they were also occupied by living corpses, but they were strangely stuck within the border line-needless to say, there must be some will restricting them Acted. It's a pity that although some forces sent people to enter the country for investigation at the beginning, not even one of them came out again. As the number of times increased, not many people dared to go inside.

Bill also sent people to the Netherlands, even earlier than many forces. But of course, the result is no different from others.

So, Bill has been very idle in recent days... it was a kind of restless and restless leisure.

"Da, da, da...pop."

Today he originally wanted to send a letter to the headquarters of the federation, but he stabbed the tip of the pen on the parchment for a while, only to find that he didn’t seem to know what to ask for, so he ended up using the pen He slipped it back into the ink bottle.

"I don't know Mr. Akinbad and Luna--"

Thinking about the Luna group who insisted on going to the other side and trying to return to the Burrow, Bill shook his head a little annoyed. Immediately, he stood up on the tabletop, ready to take a two-step walk outside for relaxation.

There is no way, because besides managing this camp well and taking care of the dwindling injuries next door, he can't think of anything else he can do.

Actually, Bill knew in his heart that sometimes, just worrying about doing things can make more mistakes, and occasionally stopping to see the situation may not be unnecessary.

However, this feeling of being full of unknown ahead is indeed too torturous.

However, when he frowned and walked near the entrance of the tent, before he had time to get out, he opened the curtain first.

"Mr. Weasley, outside—"

Before the words were finished, the guard saw Bill close at hand. Because the distance was too close, he was also taken aback, and subconsciously let go of the hand that raised the curtain and backed out.

Bill naturally froze for a while, and after a short pause, he pulled the curtains aside and walked out.

"What's wrong? Finish talking." He looked at the guard and asked.

"Uh...oh~ IndoMTL.com~ The other party came back to his senses, and hurriedly turned his head and pointed in the direction of the entrance of the camp, "A few people who said they were looking for you are now at the gate, one of them Claiming to be your father..."

This poor guard probably didn't have a chance to finish talking today. It was like this just now, and it was the same this time. Seeing that Bill stopped talking about him immediately after hearing the word "father", he raised his leg and walked quickly past the other side.

"I see...Thank you."

Not long after, Bill quickly came to the entrance, and before he got closer, he had already seen the figure that was so familiar he couldn't be more familiar.

Because of the angle, the other party didn't seem to see Bill for the time being, but was looking at the injured camp on the opposite hillside with some curiosity.

It's just that Bill's legs, which were walking fast when they came here just now, seem to have suddenly rusted every joint, and they can't move anymore.

"...Dad."

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