Maka will not contact Percy - or it can even be said that he will probably not contact anyone in this group of friends until he achieves certain goals.
Not to mention anything else, it seems that he has never shown up actively during this period of time, and even drove Harry and Charlie back one after another... Although no one seems to understand his true thoughts and purposes, to some extent It can be seen that he doesn't seem to want anyone else to get involved in this disaster.
"...I even think that he will probably never have any contact with Mr. Weasley anymore." Delphi looked at Mrs. Maxim, her face was a little complicated, but she said seriously, "As far as the current situation is concerned, Look, I think he would be even happier if those in Weymouth camp were forced to abandon camp and evacuate England!"
Delphi's questioning immediately made Maxim feel speechless - obviously, no matter whether the other party's reasons are sufficient or not, having a lie exposed will always make the liar feel more guilty.
"This... I don't know this."
It was only then that Mr. Blois, who was sitting behind the desk, finally spoke again.
"Madam, don't worry, I don't think she is doubting you... Well, I thought about it, maybe someone is actually making trouble in this matter secretly, deliberately sending you a false message to use your power to lure me away , lest you have been thinking about dragging me into your resistance alliance-" Blois said, "Speaking of which, you didn't want me to attend the meeting before. Did you want to suppress some restless members of the alliance? I think you could check it out."
"Well."
To be honest, Blois's inference was something Maxim had not expected, and based on what she just said, Blois's inference is indeed not impossible.
If it weren't for the special mark on the urgent letter sent by Percy, and now that Blois mentioned it, Maxim might have been worried about whether someone was secretly plotting against him.
However, the person who sent the letter was indeed Percy Weasley!
"Well, okay! I'll go investigate." Feeling that he had no reason to continue to persuade the other party to go to Weymouth, Maxim nodded and said, "Then... Excuse me, you two."
With that said, she finally turned around again, planning to leave Blois's room full of regrets - since there was no way to convince the other party, it would be better to recall everyone from the Weymouth camp! It's better to reduce casualties as soon as possible.
"Remember to send someone over there to see if there are really living corpses attacking the camp."
When she walked out of the room, she heard Blois's "good intention" reminder coming from the room behind her. After hearing this, she couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.
However, after Mrs. Maxim left, there was a faint conversation again in the room where the door was closed again.
"Mr. Blois, do you really think this is a fake letter sent to her by someone from the German Brandt family?" Delphi had already sat down on a chair near the window, turned to look at Blois and asked .
Seeing Delphi asking, Blois shook his head and said:
"It seems that the young lady has figured it out... Of course not. The Brandt family has been secretly against my Blois family for many years. Even if they really want to lure me away from Beauxbatons, they won't. This is a trick that can be exposed in the blink of an eye. So... it should be true that Weymouth was attacked."
"and you-"
Delphi was a little confused when he heard this, but Blois quickly waved his hand and said:
"I just don't want to go, and... to be honest, I'm not optimistic about the resistance alliance founded by Granger and Maxim. If it can't hold up this time, then retreat as soon as possible! This will be harmful to everyone. good."
After hearing these two sincere words from Blois, Delphi thought for a while, but just shut up noncommittally and made no further comments.
She just raised her hand slightly and gently touched the "pendant" hanging on her chest through her clothes, her eyes gradually becoming blurred.
…
The situation at Weymouth Camp has become worse and worse. What's worse is that nowadays, it seems that many people are no longer optimistic about their actions.
Mr. Blois gave up hope on them, Madame Maxime finally decided to give up, Maca never contacted them, and even Hermione and others left here.
In addition, the defense line is becoming increasingly tight and shaky, and there is a possibility of being breached at any time. All kinds of situations seem to be urging Percy, warning him to retreat to Granger's camp on the other side of the strait as soon as possible.
However, Percy just didn't want to retreat!
In fact, Percy has been sitting in command of Weymouth longer than Hermione, who officially established the camp, has stayed here. And he spent more energy here than anyone else.
Due to the mistakes he made after graduating from Hogwarts, he suffered the consequences and his strength declined greatly. I finally woke up some time ago, but because of my lack of strength, I couldn't even do something to atone for my original sins.
Until now, he has finally recovered some of his ability to cast spells, and has found the possibility to use his abilities here. Percy has really devoted his body and mind to it.
Yes, in fact it may be said that he is even more involved in this plan to resist Herbo than Hermione was before!
"Hold on! Try harder, everyone! Don't let down—"
At this moment, Percy was no longer behind the defensive line. Because more and more people need to rest, and the vacancies on the defensive line are also increasing, he has taken the initiative to go to the first row.
Even if there is just one more person, as long as the living corpses can be cleared faster, the defense line can be sustained longer. If Mr. Blois did come, Percy wanted the defense to last at least until he arrived.
"boom!"
Several crushing spells hit a speed zombie that had climbed onto the pile of zombies, knocking it away and preventing it from turning over and breaking into the camp. Immediately afterwards, a large number of disappearing spells frequently fell on the ordinary living corpses that were suppressed and piled up by the gravity trap, reducing the height of the "living corpse wall" in front of them as much as possible.
Percy waved his wand vigorously, doing the same thing as everyone else.
Scenes like this are being played out, repeated, and repeated throughout the defense line, but the high wall made of living corpses is still rising gradually.
Percy knew that they were about to lose their hold, and... seeing as Mr. Blois hadn't come yet, he probably wouldn't come.
"Retreat! Retreat! Leave the dock in an orderly manner..."
Finally, Percy said loudly and with great difficulty:
"Abandon Weymouth!"