When a person dies, he can only be buried on the spot, which is undoubtedly a very sad thing. But what is even more tragic is that he has to be buried in a foreign country after his death.
Originally, everyone was planning to send them away from the UK immediately after Safina finished her treatment. But now it seems that it may be necessary to wait a little longer.
"Everyone just needs to send us to the port. We will stay there for a while, wait for Hunter... Well, after Hunter is gone, bury him properly, and then go to sea."
Officer Rowan's words were also the thoughts of others in their team - everyone knew that a body buried in the soil would not come out again, which gave them a good reason to allow Hunter to be buried in the UK at least. on the land.
"Okay!" Harry nodded, "At least Weymouth is somewhat safe... But please remember to keep the ship ready to sail at any time to avoid any accidents. As for Mr. Hunter's funeral, please Forgive us for being absent, we must complete this reconnaissance mission as soon as possible."
"Oh! Of course," Officer Rowan nodded immediately, "May God bless you... Well, you wizards don't seem to believe in God, so just take it as my personal blessing! Thank you for your help."
Not long after, Harry and others escorted each other back to the dock where they came from. After helping them resettle nearby, they set out again to go deep into the fog.
The fog was thick, blocking 70% to 80% of people's vision. The departing figures of Harry and the others only stayed in the sight of Officer Rowan and the others for a few seconds. Soon, the group of six people were completely engulfed by the gray mist.
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The first target location for Harry and others was Swindon, located west of London and in the southwest of England—at least according to the plan, they had to pass there and then correct their reconnaissance route again.
After leaving Weymouth, they all had to ride broomsticks to travel on a rather long journey.
In fact, the feeling of flying on a broomstick in this fog was not good at all. The fog was so thick that they were like blind flies, unable to judge whether they were flying or not from the surrounding scene. straight line.
Fortunately, as long as you don't actively control it, the broom will always fly in a straight line. Even if there are some deflection errors when flying long distances, they can still roughly determine when and where they have arrived.
"I finally understand the state in which the Balicas Bats lost the game," Ron sighed. "Playing Quidditch in dense fog, both sides could only fly blindly. , they probably don’t even know what they are doing! Let me just say that! The fans were too harsh on them at that time. They were just named ‘Bat’, but they were not really transformed from bats!”
In this regard, although Ginny and Harry also like Quidditch, they don't want to take up his words at all - the Bats are the most famous team in Northern Ireland, and they are both wizards in the UK. It is natural to have a good impression of them. of.
But now, God knows where they are hiding from disaster! It’s hard to say whether there will be a chance to play in the future.
"Fly more than ten minutes further and you will reach the next city. Please pay attention and concentrate on guarding your surroundings." Harry reminded, "Although according to the lady before, there seem to be many people in the UK. There are many survivors, including wizards. But no one can say whether we will be targeted by Haierbo again."
"Well," when talking about danger, Ron immediately nodded his head honestly, "Let's come down and see the situation in this city later!"
"I hope it's still safe here." Hannah, who was flying behind Neville, heard this and said softly.
But Harry could only shake his head slightly - in today's Britain, no place is truly safe. He just hoped that they could find Maka's whereabouts before encountering fatal danger. This was already satisfying.
However, before they reached the city he mentioned before, they heard a chaotic movement coming from below. After just a moment of identification, everyone knew that it must be a fierce battle—and there must be a wizard among it!
"Get down! But don't land."
After saying that, Harry took the lead and pressed the wooden handle of the broom, suddenly spinning directly below him and falling.
After all, it was in a fog with extremely low visibility, so the falling speed would naturally not be fast. Even though the sound of fighting could always be heard in his ears, he still couldn't rush, so he could only slowly approach in the direction of the sound.
After a while, they finally heard sporadic voices shouting - one voice was calling for help, another was comforting, and another was shouting and chanting mantras hard.
"Quick confinement... many obstacles..."
It can be found that the wizard did not cast any offensive spells at all. Just by listening, people can clearly feel his awkward embarrassment.
It seems to be under siege.
"It's this way—"
Harry and the others finally saw some treetops. After having reference points, everyone's speed became much faster. After everyone followed Harry and flew a short distance away, a group of living corpses suddenly appeared within sight.
"We're here to help! Hold on!"
Hearing this sentence in a desperate situation can cheer up people who are about to give up. Although Harry didn't think so deeply, he instinctively didn't hesitate with his words and shouted from the outside.
Immediately afterwards, he led everyone directly through the not-so-dense canopy and rushed into the forest.
The thin branches scratched their faces, causing burning pain. The only exception was Safina - the mask on her face finally came to a practical use.
Of course, Harry wouldn't care about the streaks of blood on his cheeks. When someone needs help, he can always give full play to his strength, and a little pain can inspire more courage in him.
At that moment, while he was riding a broom dexterously around a tree trunk, the Gryffindor sword in his hand was already raised. Facing low-level zombies, the sharp blade did not require more power from its owner, and easily passed through the bodies of several enemies in succession.
For a moment, blood splashed and dyed the trees red, but Harry had already flown smoothly through the middle and rushed directly to the three wizards who were surrounded by these living corpses.
"Are you okay? Squat down quickly and don't run around."
That's what he said, but they had nowhere to run even if they wanted to, because they were surrounded by living corpses.
"careful!"
Suddenly, Safina from the periphery shouted to Harry.