"The last batch, the last batch of townspeople left... take the remaining door keys! After sending away this batch, the evacuation mission of Faversham Town will be completed!"
The ever-increasing mist has covered most of the sunset, and no one wants to take another look to the west, because the shadow that is like a mouth swallowing the sky will double the sense of depression for anyone who looks at it.
Uneasiness spread quietly throughout the camp.
"Portkey—did you hear what I said? Portkey... forget it, it's me..."
"Let me go!"
Maka, who was standing in the corner of the tent, waved casually, then turned around and went out through the door at the back.
To be honest, Maka can actually understand those volunteers who stopped what they were doing unknowingly. After all, they only stood up with passion and impulse. Obviously, they are not really mentally prepared to sacrifice for what they insist on.
However, it must be said that the volunteers are currently uneasy, and perhaps some are mixed with some fear, but they are not actually so frightened by death.
They are just hesitating, hesitating, reflecting on why they came here, and asking themselves what else they can do next.
Haierbo is powerful, the army of zombies is terrifying, and the gray fog that presses down like a mountain collapse seems to be a signal of an impending crisis that is difficult for everyone to resist.
The edge of the fog is almost reaching the westernmost edge of the town. If it goes by a moment longer, everyone will be ruthlessly deprived of the right to disapparate.
At that time, these volunteers who have stood up and been unwilling to accept protection in silence may be unable to do anything except wait for death.
However, who can really accept death? Especially dying so helplessly
Yes, Maka knew that these "young" wizards, the oldest of whom were only in their early thirties, were experiencing loss between their unwillingness and the cruel reality.
"Just worry about it... No one knows what the future will be like."
Maka, who had just walked out of the tent, muttered something secretly - he may have said this to the volunteers who at least had the courage to stand up and resist, but it was also unknown whether he meant it to himself.
After all, he is also one of these "rebels", and... he is probably also relatively "young"!
"Captain, and everyone... give me all the door keys that have been checked so far! It doesn't matter if you don't have a group, there are only the last batch of Muggle townspeople waiting for transfer outside."
"Oh, this is good news! Here, that's most of the basket. You can just send it over..."
Compared with the volunteers in front who were responsible for helping people evacuate and move, the team members who had been checking the door keys one by one in the tents at the back obviously seemed to be more emotionally stable. Because the inspection work requires considerable concentration, they have no extra time to think about it.
"Okay... Then everyone should tidy up! I think Miss Granger will come over soon to announce that the mission is over."
Maka just walked through the tents in the back, waving her wand, and walked all the way back to the original tent with a few unfilled baskets, and then handed over the weird door keys that contained everything. The teams responsible for distribution.
Then, he stood in an inconspicuous corner again, watching the waves of Muggle townspeople who were either curious, doubtful, worried, or confused as the space opened and closed, and a man Stuffed toys and even a feather duster suddenly disappeared.
The increasingly solemn expressions of the volunteers formed an extremely sharp contrast with the complex expressions of the Muggle residents.
"The last group!"
Just when Maka was secretly thinking that the biggest victims of this disaster so far were Muggles after all, Hermione, who had been cooperating with the army outside, finally walked in behind the group of Muggles.
"The Muggle military has also begun to evacuate... Oh, please go over! They will help you leave here through 'magic' means - just like what I said outside before!"
Hermione personally led the group of Muggles in a circle and guided everyone to place their fingers on a portkey to be activated. Then with a burst of space fluctuations, the last three families were sent away under the watchful eyes of everyone present.
"alright!"
The next moment, Hermione, who had already been talking outside and was so thirsty, didn't bother to drink some water to moisten her throat. She clapped her hands and said loudly:
"I know everyone has worked hard, but now is definitely not the time to rest! Immediately notify everyone in the rear tent, and everyone gathers in the open space outside to start counting people... We also have to leave here - before the mist envelops us When swallowed!”
"But... Miss Granger, can we really just run away with our tail between our legs?"
Hearing someone among the volunteers couldn't help but whisper a question, Hermione, who was about to go out first, paused, then turned around and looked at everyone.
"If I answer 'yes' now... you may think that I have no courage and am not a real Gryffindor, right?" Hermione pursed her lips and said, "If it were me in the past, I might be the same as everyone now. I was still confused, but there was a person who once taught me a truth - it is not recklessness in desperate situations, and it is definitely not a kind of courage."
Maka never cares about temporary retreat, which can be said to be thick-skinned, but conserving strength for future counterattacks is actually as natural as having to retract a heavy punch before throwing one.
Although Maka is a Hufflepuff, in the final analysis, everyone is Hogwarts.
At this point, Hermione has deeply understood that the four major houses, including Slytherin, which she once hated, obviously have a need to learn from each other.
"Anyway, come out with me first!"
After finishing speaking, Hermione didn't wait for the volunteers to speak, and turned around and left. After she was out of sight, everyone came to their senses one after another. Some followed her footsteps and walked forward, while others took the initiative to turn around and inform others.
Only Maka still didn't move. He just looked at the direction Hermione left, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion - this girl has probably grown up to the point where he is not allowed to worry about it and can move towards the future alone!
But at this moment, he suddenly heard an uneasy noise coming from outside:
"Come out quickly! The mist is moving faster..."