"Mr. Weasley, if I'm not mistaken... I think I may understand why Mr. McClane wants to kick us out of Hogwarts."
Suddenly, these words of the old knight made Charlie startled, and he suddenly realized something.
"You mean, the living corpses were kneeling in the direction of Hogwarts before?"
He hesitated for a moment, then frowned and shook his head.
"But... Old Sir, if Maka knew what was going to happen, why couldn't he tell us directly? The way he looked at that time was really shocking... To be honest, if I hadn't been sure that it was Maka at that time, At this moment, I even want to suspect that maybe all of this was caused by him being controlled by Haierbo!"
"Of course I don't rule out the possibility you mentioned," Old Aslan said seriously, "And compared to you, I have never even met Mr. MacLean before - just because everyone seems to be We all think he is very reliable, but I am more inclined to believe that he may have some difficulties and deliberately choose to keep us away from Hogwarts by driving us away in an alienating attitude."
"Um."
Charlie nodded slightly, but didn’t know how to answer the question.
"In short, now that I think about it, there seems to be nothing to our north except Hogwarts... Even Halber should still be in London. To be honest, we actually have reason to think that the latter may have already Went to Hogwarts!"
"And what happened at Hogwarts?" Charlie wondered, "Could it be that Maka started fighting with him at Hogwarts again?"
"Maybe!"
The old wizard's inference was indeed very reasonable, and in fact he was partly right. It's a pity that some of the most core and secret things are beyond his reach.
And while the two were talking softly here and the other wizards were busy adding protection to the camp, suddenly, a terrifying aura that made people feel chilled came from the north again.
At the same time, a roar like muffled thunder suddenly swept through the camp accompanied by a slight tremor of the earth, making everyone's hearts skip a beat.
"Living zombies! A group of living zombies are coming!"
Shouts suddenly sounded from the north, but soon everyone discovered that what was coming was not just a living corpse.
"No, it's not just living corpses, there's also—"
"Boom!"
The wizard who used amplifying spells to warn people on the temporary sentry tower near the edge of the camp didn't even have time to speak. Everyone saw a tall black figure like a giant suddenly appear from the fog in the north and hit hard. On top of the protective spell barrier supported by dozens of male and female wizards.
Just like that, the translucent barrier immediately shattered inch by inch.
It was only then that everyone finally saw the specific appearance of the terrifying figure - it was a huge humanoid monster covered in pitch black, with tangled muscles, and two long horns on its head. The thick arms, ferocious face and scarlet eyes all make people shudder.
However, its terrifying appearance is not the most important thing. The key is that it rushes straight into the camp and starts to destroy and trample all the wizards in a violent manner, which makes people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts.
"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"
In the blink of an eye, many wizards died under its ruthless trampling in the north of the camp. Even if some people gritted their teeth and tried to fight back with their wands, the spell fell on their bodies as if they were just tickling them. There is no possibility of even scratching the skin.
Seeing this scene, old Aslan immediately understood that this was no longer an enemy they could deal with. Not to mention, in the gap broken by it, there are still many living corpses pouring in crazily, and there are even many individuals who seem to have evolved.
"Go south, don't hesitate, go now!"
As he shouted, he was about to move forward. Seeing that Charlie seemed to be following, he immediately pushed him with his backhand.
"You go too!"
"But-"
Charlie wanted to argue, but was glared at by old Aslan. At this moment, the old wizard no longer looked as lazy and casual as usual, and seemed to suddenly become much more majestic.
"There is only one person responsible for attracting its attention. Let's go quickly... If possible, take little Kate away from the UK! Judging from the current situation, this is no longer a place for people to stay!"
The old wizard held the wand tightly, turned around and ran towards the tall figure. He couldn't help but sigh:
"It seems that we have far underestimated the horror of this disaster!"
"Old Sir—"
Charlie hesitated for a moment, but when he thought of old Aslan's last mention of Kate, he had no choice but to turn around with difficulty, get on his broom and cover the others in the chasing group of living corpses as they evacuated to the south.
When he turned around again on the way, he saw that the old wizard had already stood in front of the huge demon-like figure, waving the wand in his hand fiercely.
"Chi—"
A blazing arc of khaki magic light erupted from the tip of his wand and shot straight towards the black giant's abdomen. The dazzling brilliance shows its extremely high intensity, which shows that the old wizard's magic level is really not low - it is far beyond the level that ordinary wizards can achieve.
If we have to make a comparison... Perhaps, this old Hufflepuff, who is the same generation as Dumbledore, is not much worse than Dumbledore in terms of charms.
It has to be said that if he had returned to the UK a few years ago, his strength would have definitely aroused the admiration of many forces - a strong man who is hidden in the world will always be sought after, not to mention that he does have the "powerful" ability. "The word matches the ability.
But it is a pity that the aspect that he is best at in his life has been difficult to shine with the glory that this era deserves in this disaster.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the black demon waved his hand and scattered the magic arc cast by the old wizard. And then, it took a step forward, clenched its huge fist and slammed it down towards where the old wizard was standing.
"Boom—"
When a burst of dust flew up, the old wizard also narrowly escaped the opponent's attack range through the reaction force of the Flying Sand Curse, and rolled several times on the ground in embarrassment.
When he hurriedly got up again, his left hand hung limply by his side, looking like it was useless.
"Not being able to apparate... is a really bad thing."
The area that had been cleared of fog before was only the highland slopes opposite. The camp was still covered by gray fog, which affected everyone's ability to use the Apparition Spell.
"Hiss..."
There were fine beads of sweat on old Aslan's forehead because of the pain of his broken left arm.