"Miss Granger, some wizard survivors who have just escaped to Yeovil Town said that there are new changes in the zombies in the east. It is said that the zombies over there have become active again—"
"East? London or Winchester?"
"That's unclear. No one can get close to those two places at present. In addition, the two sides are not far apart. No one knows where the source of the commotion this time is."
Near the Weymouth camp, groups of wizards who had just temporarily stationed themselves were gearing up, always ready to launch a counterattack against the living corpses. At the same time, Hermione had already made plans to go to Winchester to meet Maka.
However, the latest news that suddenly came from Yeovil Town immediately forced her to overturn and reconsider all the plans that were about to be implemented.
The commotion of the living zombies is completely different from usual, and the combat power they can generate through active actions cannot be underestimated.
Especially the Winchester itinerary decided by Hermione in private, because it can only be regarded as her private matter, and it is obviously not suitable to ask too many people to help.
And even if Harry and the others expressed their willingness to go together... think about last time, even if the living corpse was not in a state of commotion. Even if there is Mr. Blois who is good at group attacks, their journey can be said to be difficult, let alone the current disadvantageous situation.
If you want to break through a large area densely populated by living corpses and go to Winchester to meet Maka, the difficulty is probably not much lower than going directly to London.
"Do you think this news is accurate?" Hermione asked as she looked at the wizard who came from Yeovil to deliver the message.
"It shouldn't be low," the other party nodded. "The two survivors had no reason to mislead us with false information. Moreover, our people took the initiative to ask. Our leader feels that this information is of great benefit to Miss Granger." It should be more important to you, so let me come over and tell you personally."
"Well," Hermione smiled gratefully at him, "Thank you, thank you for your hard work... You can go to the tent next door and have a rest! There is tea and snacks over there."
"Oh! Can I take some to Yeovil?" When he heard this, he immediately said happily, "I can only eat long-lasting food all day long. I almost vomited during this time!"
"Of course," Hermione said immediately, "Go and ask them to prepare some for you to take away. Just say it's what I said - those snacks were brought by Madame Maxime from France to comfort everyone. They are very fresh and taste good. .”
"This is so great!"
Seeing the other party happily walking out of the command post tent, the smile on Hermione's face gradually dissipated, replaced by a trace of anxiety and disappointment.
"Hermione?"
Percy, who was sitting not far away, saw that she didn't look well, so he couldn't help but call her out worriedly.
"Oh, I'm fine." Hermione waved her hand and said, "It's just... you heard the news just now. And in this way, not only will the process of cleaning up the surrounding expanded safe area be greatly slowed down, but also the people waiting for the opportunity to occupy Birmingham City will be greatly slowed down. The plan will also be greatly delayed. And—"
"... You must give up your plan to go to Winchester for the time being." Percy took over and reminded intentionally.
"I know," Hermione sighed, "Don't worry! I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know what's important... Don't say that I can't ignore the safety of Harry and the others. Even if I really have the ability to go to Winchester alone, right now In this case, I will also weigh my own strength first."
"Well, then...that's good." Although Percy originally planned to persuade her not to go, after hearing Hermione's promise, he didn't know what to say for a while.
After the two were silent for a moment in the empty tent, Hermione gestured to Percy and said:
"Go and inform everyone! Allocate time to each team leader... Next, let's strengthen the defense work first! We will postpone the other discussions."
After that, she simply put aside the marching plan that she had been busy drawing, rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes to take a nap.
Percy turned his head slightly before going out. Seeing her posture, he couldn't help but sigh secretly:
"It really looks more and more like McClain."
…
"A door that won't open?"
Deep in the Forbidden Forest next to Hogwarts Castle, more than a dozen wizards were looking at each other in front of a suspiciously huge stone door. No one knew what to do.
Charlie, who came riding the fire dragon Norbeta, had just arrived here. After hearing a brief explanation from the old wizard Aslan, he understood what the shock wave was all about.
It turns out that this old wizard, who is about the same generation as Dumbledore, is also very powerful. The spell used to test the stone gate is so powerful that it cannot be cast by ordinary wizards.
It's a pity that even old Aslan can't do anything about this huge stone door embedded in the mountain.
"Judging from the results of the blow just now, there is no need for me to try again, because I probably can't break the protective magic with all my strength." The old knight shook his head and said, "Although... what is hidden here? It’s really disturbing to be wearing something.”
But until now, Charlie on the back of the fire dragon hesitated and said:
"Old sir, I may know something about this door."
"Oh?" Aslan heard this and immediately asked, "What do you know? Can you tell me?"
"Of course," Charlie nodded, "but I'm just guessing... I remember that my younger brother seemed to have mentioned before that McClain would often run into this mountain forest for a while, and then he didn't know where to get it from. A large group of wild elves came, and they were arranged to live in the forbidden forest. So I thought that this door might have been made by McLean, and the settlement buildings in front of the stone door were probably those elves. It must have been made by the tribe that transformed the centaurs!"
"Mr. McLean?" The old wizard looked at the stone door and nodded slightly, "Well, maybe that's true. But... 'Wild Elf'? What is that?"
"I don't quite understand their origins," Charlie spread his hands and said, "But I have seen them before - maybe they were the group before house elves became 'domestic'? Anyway, they look very imaginary, and their magic talent is amazing! "
"So that's it," the old wizard said immediately after hearing this, "This Mr. McLean has more and more magical powers... Did he find it in some wilderness?"
Having said that, he casually patted the stone door in front of him, and once again felt the vibration in his hand that was returned by the stone door. Then he turned around, waved at the others and said:
"Let's go! We should go back... Since it is Mr. McClain's handiwork, I think we don't need to worry too much. Let's go back and continue repairing the castle!"
Before he finished speaking, he greeted Charlie friendly and headed back to the forest.