London has finally become a ghost city, a true "ghost city".
A city without people may not be called a city anymore. Every street is empty, with no living people or even dead people. Only the ruins after the war seem to silently express the prosperity of the past and the sorrow of the present.
The gray fog that had shrouded London for several days gradually drifted away.
That's right, the mist gradually drifted away - followed by a group of special living corpses that were quite different from the vanguard troops outside.
It turned out that Kingsley's worries were at least half correct. There was "something" in the fog that suddenly started to move. However, it was not Haierbo himself who made most people fearful, but a group of more powerful living corpses that were small in number but whose strength should not be underestimated.
However, it is worth mentioning that just now, although Harry rushed to the end of the zombie army in one go, he witnessed with his own eyes the scene where the fog gradually enveloped the zombie group.
Even, an unexpected situation that was very important to the suppression team... or could be said to be very "bad" was discovered.
However, he was unable to witness those special living corpses that were in the center of the fog at that time...
…
"Kingsley."
When Sirius carried Harry quickly to the rear of the battlefield, the fog was not close enough for people to avoid. In other words, the clearing teams on the front line had not yet begun to retreat.
"Sirius…Potter?"
Kingsley glanced at Sirius first, but soon caught a glimpse of Harry, who was being carried by Sirius on his back. And when he saw Harry looking like he had just been fished out of a pool of blood, he immediately showed a worried expression.
"Injured? Then why delay...Sirius, hurry up and send him to the back for treatment!"
"No, I'm fine, Kingsley!"
Before Sirius could answer, Harry struggled and slid off his back, then held Sirius' shoulders and said to Kingsley:
"These are basically the blood of living corpses... Well, let's not mention that for now! Kingsley, there is some not-so-good news that I must report to you first!"
After saying this in one breath, Harry took a breath again, and then said with a serious expression:
"In fact, just now I rushed from the front line of the battle to the end of the zombie army. I found that the fog drifting from London seemed to move much faster than I imagined... In this matter, the previous few days Did the Mr. Auror who rushed to investigate send back a notice?"
"Huh? So fast?"
After Kingsley heard this, he immediately raised his head in surprise and glanced in the direction of the mist again.
"No, there is no news at all from the two exploration teams, and no one has come back—"
"Compared to them, although I walked in a straight line, it took a lot of time on the way. Logically speaking, they should be faster than me... "
Harry couldn't help but frown at this moment, as if he was a little worried about those Aurors who were willing to sacrifice themselves, but he immediately shook his head.
"Forget it, maybe it doesn't necessarily mean that something happened..." he said, "Kingsley, there is actually another more important thing -"
"What's the matter?" Kingsley asked immediately.
"It's related to those living corpses that have been knocked down by our spell and lost the ability to move," Harry replied. "Those... well, how should I say? 'Corpses'? In short, they are coming into contact with the pervading past. After the fog, he actually got up from the ground again!"
"What?"
This time, it was Sirius who showed surprise. As someone who has actually knocked down many living corpses on the front line, he will naturally have deeper feelings about this situation of the enemy being "resurrected" again.
To be honest, just turning the dead into living corpses once is enough to frighten people. Who would have thought that those living corpses could stand up again after falling
"Harry, what are the details? How did those corpses 'get up' from the ground this time?" Sirius asked quickly, "Under this clearing attack, many living corpses even had their bodies incomplete. ah!"
That's right, it's not just the extremely sharp Gryffindor sword that can tear those living corpses apart. Just like the powerful enough separation spell and the thunderbolt explosion spell, if the intensity reaches a certain level, even the corners of the clothes may not be able to be retained.
"How do you get up?"
Under Sirius's questioning, Harry seemed to recall some of the unpleasant scenes he had seen at that time, and then he wrinkled his nose and said:
"How should I put it? It's like putting it together like children's building blocks... Well, to be precise, it's like forcibly putting together several inappropriate building blocks... that kind of feeling."
"Hiss—" Sirius couldn't help but subconsciously said after hearing this, "Sewing people? It sounds like those radical alchemists in the past who tried to touch the restricted area of life... It's really unpleasant!"
Just when Harry and Sirius both looked disgusted, Kingsley waved his hand and said:
"In any case, from now on, our side must reduce casualties as much as possible. After all, it is undoubtedly a very difficult thing to collect the remains on the battlefield, but if we leave it alone, more will be created as soon as the fog passes. Many enemies."
"As for how to solve the problem of resuscitation... By the way, Sirius, didn't you just mention the living alchemy that appeared in the Middle Ages? Please go back to Spiral Town immediately and ask someone who is good at alchemy. Let’s talk!”
"Yeah, too!"
Sirius said as he was about to help Harry go to the back to find a therapist and then run to Spiral Town. But Harry immediately stopped the hand he stretched out to him, shook his head slightly and said:
"I can leave on my own, Sirius, just go back! If this problem cannot be solved in time, the army of living zombies will only grow in number and become more and more difficult to stop... When the number increases to a certain level, it will be too late!"
"Are you... okay?"
Sirius looked at Harry, then towards the fog that was still approaching and the frontline clearing teams that had begun to retreat alternately, and finally nodded.
"Kingsley, let me go back first."
Before he finished speaking, with the space distorting for a moment, Sirius apparated away.
"Potter, can you really leave alone?"
"It's okay, Kingsley!" Harry said, "I'm just a little tired. I'll go back to the front line after a while."
In fact, Harry didn't lie - although he was indeed injured a little, it was just a big bite on his arm.
And to be honest, the encounter with Aunt Petunia among the living corpses was the biggest reason why he looked so tired.
"call-"
After looking back for a moment at the group of living corpses in the distance, Harry dragged his heavy steps straight towards the treatment area at the very back.