"Where is the relocation of Muggle residents going?"
"The furthest team from here has arrived at Telford... However, since the walking route of the living corpses may not be able to stay in a straight line, it is best to relocate as many other cities as possible along the way... "
"Well, Dartford? I understand... Send a signal to all units fighting on the battlefield. Before the fog comes over, all the suppression teams will alternately retreat five miles!"
"yes!"
Based on the blocking effect so far, it is not yet time to retreat. If possible, the longer the group of living corpses can be blocked here, the better.
It would be best to clear out all the living corpses directly here, so that the number of casualties among ordinary residents can be minimized.
However, the fog moving from London added many unknowns to the subsequent clearing operation. When you don't know what will happen after being shrouded in fog, retreating in time is the wisest choice.
And it must be said that it was Maka who decisively gave up the resolution to fight for the Federation and allowed the Muggle migration plan to be implemented immediately. This gave Kingsley more room to deal with the mist move accident. .
If the battlefield was still full of Muggle residents now, the extermination team would have no way out.
But a moment later, while Kingsley was a little anxiously waiting for news from the exploration team that had set out to the other side of the fog, one of the Aurors who had just issued the evacuation notice brought him a message. Not so good news.
"Minister! Because Mr. Potter is still among the living corpses, Sirius refuses to lead the team to retreat."
"That guy," Kingsley immediately shook his head when he heard this, "He said he was absolutely confident about the Potter kid, but in the end he wasn't the one who was most worried! Forget it, you can't blame him—"
Although he was thinking this, he still waved his hand decisively and said:
"The retreat order remains unchanged, but... let the teams near Sirius's team be ready to respond at any time!"
…
The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and even Kingsley, who has strong adaptability on the spot, cannot cover everything in detail.
Therefore, one of the key points of leading the front line is to remain unchanged in response to changes. Only by not making big mistakes can the safety of the vast majority of people be ensured.
Giving up is also an option when necessary.
In other words, if Sirius does not retreat when the mist drifts into the battlefield, Kingsley will not let any team help him for the smooth execution of the plan and the safety of more people.
At most, the team nearby can provide some support. This is the limit.
Of course, Sirius himself obviously knew this very well - Kingsley's decision was correct, and he would have done the same thing if it were him.
"Brown, when the fog comes over later, you will be responsible for leading the team to retreat."
"Sirius, what about... you?"
"You don't have to worry about me."
Sirius held the wand in his hand, waving spells one after another while entrusting the task of leading the team to an elite member of the team without any hesitation.
In battle, hesitation is definitely a taboo. After hearing this, the team member said nothing more and just nodded silently.
Fortunately, at this moment, Sirius suddenly saw a bloody figure rushing out of the group of living corpses.
"Harry!"
"Sirius?"
Harry, who had just escaped from the enemy group, glanced here, but without pausing, he swung the sword, which was still as sharp as ever, backhand like a reflex.
The next moment, the two zombies chasing him were immediately cut off from the waist, and fell to the ground with a "plop", tripping several enemies behind them.
After doing all this, Harry stepped heavily on the ground with his sword and quickly arrived at the front line of the suppression team.
"Harry, be careful—"
Even though his movements were still nimble, his physical strength seemed to be on the verge of exhaustion. After breaking through the siege and returning here, he suddenly staggered. If Sirius hadn't reached out to help him, he would have fallen to the ground on the spot.
"Are you okay? Are you injured?"
Harry's body was covered in thick, dark red blood. At first glance, it was impossible to tell whether he had any injuries. But one look at the sword he held in his left hand revealed that there must be something wrong with his right arm.
But even so, Harry still shook his head.
"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired... Just take a rest." He said with some difficulty, "Let's not talk about this... The fog has drifted to the end of the zombie army, and all the teams have to retreat immediately... Well, no, you lead I’m going to find Kingsley, I want to report some important information to him!”
"Okay! I'll send you there right now..." Sirius was saying, suddenly made a move, then looked into Harry's eyes and frowned, "There seems to be something wrong with you? What happened?"
"Um?"
Harry put his hand on Sirius's shoulder and panted softly. When he was asked this question, he hesitated for a moment, then wiped the blood on his face and said:
"I met... Aunt Petunia."
Yes, even though Harry's head and face were covered in blood, he couldn't hide the depression in his expression - Sirius, who was experienced in this area, was almost certain that the dim look in his eyes was not just caused by fatigue. of.
And when Sirius heard Harry say the name "Aunt Petunia", he knew exactly what made Harry act so confused.
However, just when he was about to say something to wake Harry up, Harry shook his head at him instead.
"Sirius, needless to say... I had already made the corresponding mental preparations when I decided to come here to join the battle in place of Hermione and the others. Although... well, when I really faced that reality, even if the other party was Aunt Petunia, it seems to be an extremely harsh trial for me too!"
Having said this, Harry shook his head again, then grinned at Sirius and said:
"Let's go! There is one thing that must be conveyed to Kingsley as soon as possible... that is, my feet are a little bit out of control. Please take me over!"
Harry has indeed grown up, and is strong enough to bear it even if he faces the cruel reality alone.
While Sirius was secretly sighing, he stopped delaying and carried Harry on his back after a short pause - Harry must have been injured, and when he couldn't use the follower to reveal himself, he didn't choose to use it. Instead of using magic like levitation spell, he decided to carry Harry on his back.
"Harry, just now you said, 'Come here instead of Hermione and the others'... Did you come here alone today?"
Sirius asked casually while panting slightly while running quickly.