"Roar-"
Norbert dived down and spit out another mouthful of dragon breath, which instantly swallowed up a large number of living corpses on the ground. When the flames gradually died down, a piece of scorched earth filled with sparks suddenly appeared on the crowded hillside.
However, there were too many living zombies gathered, and the empty space was filled again in the blink of an eye. Although ordinary living zombies were not very powerful in combat, it would be difficult to fight back when a flying fire dragon attacked from the air. But when the number increases, it is really amazing.
Of course, what is most concerning at the moment is, after all, the pitch-black fog that the living zombies are rushing into. Not long after, Charlie noticed that as the living corpses came from all directions to fill the "bottomless pit" with their bodies, the darkness gradually became deeper and deeper.
While Charlie was trying to reduce as much as possible... or rather slow down the influx of living corpses into the fog, he couldn't help but feel secretly uneasy - facing the unpredictable subsequent changes, he felt even more uneasy.
However, the choice to eliminate the living corpses here is definitely not wrong. After all, at the very least, it can buy more preparation time for the camp behind them.
No matter what happens next, strengthening defenses and preparing retreats is always a must.
Unfortunately, as time passed by, Charlie dared to take risks, but Norberta under him began to become more and more unhappy.
She was born with a strong sense of perception and could actually feel the terrifying aura emanating from the dark substance, and it was obviously clearer than before.
Soon, when Charlie once again hoped that Norberta would swoop down and breathe dragon's breath at the group of living corpses... She suddenly seemed to have noticed something, and shook her head violently, no longer caring about the one calling her on her back. Charlie, suddenly turned around and flew back.
Since Norbert was flying almost at full strength, for a moment, Charlie felt like the wind was roaring violently in his ears. The oncoming airflow was so strong that he had to hold Norberta's neck, his whole body pressed against her back.
Unable to look back, and with his ears filled with the sound of surging air, Charlie didn't know anything at all, and could only let Norbert take him away from the high ground quickly.
"boom!"
After a sudden jolt, he realized that Norbert had finally landed.
"Where did you bring me?"
As he spoke, Charlie stood up in a hurry, looked around, and found that in just over ten seconds, Norberta had already led him to the valley behind the camp.
And it was at this moment that an extremely ominous feeling suddenly surged from the direction they left. Even if Charlie did not have the ability to sense the flow of magic, he could still feel it.
"what is that?"
He obviously wanted to stay there to see clearly the subsequent changes, but who knew that at the most critical moment, he was still forcibly taken away by Norbert.
However, no matter what happens over there, the current situation is obviously getting worse and worse.
"Let's go! Let's go to the camp quickly!"
Charlie paused for a moment, then patted Norberta's neck in front of him, signaling her to take off again. However, Norberta shook her head hard - even though she couldn't speak, what she wanted to express at the moment was very clear.
"Roar!"
"You... ugh!"
Charlie sighed, thought for a while, and finally turned over and got down to the ground, then patted Norberta's body and said:
"You go back to Weymouth first! Weymouth, do you know where I am talking about? Take the letter and go over there to my brother Percy and show him the letter."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and wrote a few words casually. Then he waved his wand and turned it into a long rope, which was tied around Norberta's ankle.
"Woo-"
Norberta shook her head, looked down at Charlie one more time, then turned around and took a few steps to take off, flying high into the sky towards the south.
Charlie watched her departing figure gradually getting farther and smaller in the air. After confirming that she was indeed flying in the direction of Weymouth, he took out a handful that had been almost useless since he could drive Norbert. He passed the broom and flew towards the camp on the top of the hillside.
Obviously, when Norberta had lost his fighting spirit, riding a broomstick by himself was more reliable.
After all, not only does the broom fly not much slower than the Norwegian Ridgeback, the rider can also control its direction. As for Charlie... He was the captain of the Gryffindor College team back then, and also led the team to win the Quidditch Cup. At that time, everyone thought that he would join the British team to compete for the World Cup after graduation!
"Mr. Weasley? What are you... Hurry... Anyway, come in first, all protective spells will be activated!"
Everyone seemed a little confused when they saw Charlie riding a broom and appearing from outside the camp wall. However, now is obviously not the time to ask.
"OK!"
Charlie nodded, then slammed down the broom handle and rushed straight to the ground. Just when he was about to hit the ground, he turned around, got off the broom and landed on the ground.
"What's going on in the north?" As soon as he came up, he immediately asked the wizards around him, "Norbert took me away from there just now, and I didn't see what happened after that... It's just that that ominous feeling before , you should all feel it too, right?"
"Yes!" A middle-aged witch in charge of internal affairs nodded and said, "I don't know what the situation is. In short... it's terrible."
While talking, the wizards responsible for supporting the protective spell barrier had all raised their wands, chanted the spell, and cast out a series of silver threads that seemed to be broken from the tip of the wand, and worked together to create a huge hat in the sky. translucent shield.
When Charlie saw this, he wanted to help too, but after hesitating, he hurried over to old Aslan who was still standing in the center of the camp.
"Old Sir, just now-"
"Yes, I have already felt it," the old wizard nodded. "It is an unprecedented power... I think, no matter what it is, it is very likely that our defense capabilities will not be able to withstand it."
"Well," Charlie agreed, "and Norberta also sensed the danger and almost completely lost his fighting spirit. After thinking about it, I decided to let him go back to Weymouth to inform my brother Percy."
"Is this even true for fire dragons?" Old Aslan frowned even more when he heard this, "We'll see what happens later! If it doesn't work, we have to give up here...ah!"
As he was speaking, he suddenly seemed to remember something and let out a low breath.