"ah!"
Neville's exclamation startled everyone. Seeing him squatting down with his head in his arms, Hannah, who was helping to fend off the living corpses in front, turned around and ran back in a hurry, hugging him.
"What's wrong? Neville? What's wrong?"
At the same time, everyone hurriedly gathered around, and only Hermione was able to get the guarding wizards on the defense line to focus their attention on the front in a panic.
After a while, Neville, who was squatting on the ground, slowly stood up with the help of Hannah and Harry, holding his forehead, and then said with some difficulty:
"Here comes a group of people covered in black flames—"
Seeing Harry on the side was stunned when he heard this, he then nodded slightly.
"That's right, Harry... they are the people who brought us to Maka and later sent us back." He said solemnly, "As soon as my patronus came near, they were attacked with black flames. Oh, that kind of power that directly hits the soul... is very scary."
"They even attacked the Patronus?" Harry frowned and asked, "Why? Aren't they Maka's men?"
"I don't know, maybe they can't tell the difference between me and my patron saint! After all, you saw at that time that those guys had intellectual problems and only knew how to obey orders and... hiss..."
As Neville said this, he couldn't help but try to shake his head, but he suddenly felt another stinging pain coming from the depths of his brain, forcing him to quickly hold his head.
"Anyway, we'd better not get too close." He thought for a moment and finally added, "Besides, before my guardian angel collapsed just now, I saw that they seemed to be attacking the group of living corpses."
On the other side, Hermione, who was listening to Neville's words, seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, she immediately turned her head and said:
"Attention, everyone! Shrink the defense line and retreat! retreat!"
So the next moment, everyone fought and retreated under Hermione's instructions, giving up the area in front of the camp that they had managed to hold for the past few days.
Soon, everyone saw the powerful fighting power of those uninvited people.
Along with bursts of explosions, large swaths of black flames scattered across the battlefield. And those black flames are like the nemesis of living zombies. Ordinary living zombies are simply unable to resist and can only be swallowed by the ruthless sea of fire in a useless struggle.
Looking at the blazing black flames in front of them without any heat wave, harvesting the tide of living corpses that they had tried their best to resist like straws, the wizards in the Weymouth camp could all see that God.
"Don't forget there are enemies in front of you!"
Seeing this, Hermione had to remind her again. After everyone woke up and continued to resist the living corpses, she turned to look at Harry and the others and said:
"You think... was that sent by Maka to help us?"
"I think it should be possible," Harry and Neville looked at each other and said, "Although we don't understand a lot of things Maka has done recently, and her attitude has become a little strange... But it is obvious that Maka Ka still cares about us friends."
"Yes!" Hermione couldn't help but nodded after hearing this, "Yes, that's it."
She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she could only nod her head, looking at the shadows darting left and right in the fog ahead, and the black flames flying in all directions.
After more than ten minutes, as the living corpses a little further away were annihilated in large numbers, the "Black Flame People" in Neville's mouth gradually got closer and closer to the defense line.
At this moment, Hermione was suddenly startled, then narrowed her eyes and observed carefully:
"Wait a minute... Look, is there a special figure behind that group of people?"
After she said this, everyone turned their gaze towards the back of the group of vaguely visible Black Flames.
"Hmm... Well, it seems that there is indeed a person... floating in the air alone? He looks like a person in charge." Harry said with some doubts, "Ginny, have we seen anyone like the leader at Maka? "
It can be seen that there is indeed a figure there, flying higher than the other Black Flame people. The man's body was also surrounded by black flames, but he did not attack the living corpses like the others, but just floated alone in the air behind the young master.
"'Team leader'?" Ginny on the side recalled it, and then said, "At that time, the only ones who could order these people were Maka and Miss Blois, right? Look at that figure... at least it doesn't look like Willy, hers He’s a little shorter in stature.”
Harry's eyes lit up when he saw Ginny say this.
"Is it Maka?"
While several people were speculating back and forth behind the defense line, there were not many living corpses left in the nearby area, and the Black Flames were getting closer as they continued to kill the living corpses.
Not long after, everyone could barely see clearly through the fog. The figure floating silently in the air followed the Black Flame team to a place less than a hundred feet away from the Weymouth camp's defense line.
It's a pity that no one can see the other's true appearance under the black flame.
But when everyone was still hesitating and guessing, the man suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the north. At the same time, all the Black Flames immediately abandoned the few living corpses left near the defense line and attacked all the way to the north along the defense line.
"Wait!" Hermione saw this and finally couldn't help shouting, "You... who are you? Did Maka ask you to come? Please answer me-"
She even used a sound amplifying spell on her voice, and her voice instantly spread in the noisy battlefield.
Then, she saw the figure in the black smoke pause for a moment, and seemed to turn his head slightly. However, the other party did not answer her question, just glanced lightly and left silently.
Hermione stretched out her hand and opened her mouth again, as if she wanted to say something more, but finally gave up and lowered her hand again.
"Hermione?"
Ginny pulled her arm with some worry and called her softly, but she quickly shook her head.
"Forget it," Hermione said, "Anyway, it doesn't look like it's Maka - that person seems to be shorter than Maka, so it doesn't match up."
When Harry and others heard this, they could only watch the group of Black Flames walking farther and farther between the mist, leaving only the sparse remaining living corpses and a mess on the ground.
In any case, the other party obviously came here to clean up the tide of living corpses, so even if they were just strangers passing by, they were equivalent to helping the Weymouth camp's defense line.
Seeing that Hermione was still silent after saying that, Harry simply said loudly on her behalf:
"Everyone, go on, work harder, and eradicate all the remaining zombies! This wave of zombies looks like it will end soon!"