After a long and slow journey from the Yorkshire Dales, we are finally back to Weymouth! However, Charlie felt more uneasiness and palpitations in his chest.
On the way, he led a group of Hogwarts alumni who were forced to flee. It can be said that they were constantly hiding in Tibet. Endless living corpses were crowded in cities, towns, mountains, and fields... It seemed that they were going to You can see them everywhere.
And this brought them great danger and obstacles.
I think back then, these wizards came back specifically to save their homeland, but now, they have also turned into pitiful and funny exiles.
Yes, you can't think too much about this, because no matter how you think about it, there is always a cruel irony in it. If you think too much, I'm afraid even the little persistence you have left will be worn away.
"There don't seem to be any enemies in this forest. Everyone, take a rest here and recover your strength. Norbert and I will go explore the front to see how to go next."
As Charlie spoke, he looked outside the woods a few more times - this was already the southwest of England, and the distribution of living corpses was indeed more sparse than before. Unfortunately, due to recent changes, the zombie swarm has become much more active than before. It is not easy to reach Weymouth safely.
And... Charlie suddenly noticed that as he went south, the movements of the living corpses seemed to become more and more regular. They... seem to be moving south collectively.
"I hope this is just a local coincidence!" Charlie thought secretly in his heart.
And at this moment, a wizard following him nodded and said:
"Mr. Weasley, thank you for your hard work. Remember to be careful."
"I know."
Charlie immediately nodded slightly, and then walked out of the forest under the silent gaze of everyone. After he was far enough away from the forest where everyone was hiding, he took out the dragon whistle and blew loudly into the sky.
"Roar-"
Norberta, who had been hovering in the air, heard the whistle and immediately folded his wings and dived down. When he reached the ground, he flapped his wings and landed suddenly in front of Charlie.
Before the surrounding zombies could immediately surround him, Charlie skillfully climbed onto Norbert's back and let it carry him into the air again - almost no one here has the ability to fly. Living corpse, Norbert can fly freely.
"I'm really grateful to you for this period of time!" Charlie patted the side of Norberta's neck and said loudly in the fierce airflow, "Although... you still didn't help me deliver the letter to Percy."
Yes, remembering that the devil had come to the Yorkshire Dales before, Charlie sent Norberta to Weymouth to deliver a message. After that, he led everyone on their way on a broomstick, but he didn't meet Norbert again until they were on the way.
However, he soon discovered that the letter that was supposed to be sent to Weymouth was still hanging around Norberta's ankle.
"...Forget it, fire dragons shouldn't be doing things like delivering letters. I can't blame you."
When she heard him say this, Norberta, who was gliding forward, turned her head, glanced at him and growled.
Obviously, Charlie never thought that the reason why Norberta failed to complete the task of delivering the letter was not that Norberta did not understand his words. But... When Norbert flew to Weymouth, the recipient of the letter had already left this world forever.
"Well... it should be okay to walk from here, but... there seem to be a lot of living corpses ahead!" Charlie looked down at the roads below and began to carefully explore the route, "otherwise, try to lead them away later. Have some!"
It turns out that they are indeed not far from Weymouth. While Charlie was thinking about this, the scene below was becoming more and more familiar, and before he saw it, it was changed to the vicinity of Yeovil Town.
However, until this moment, Charlie's face finally became tense as the living corpses in front of him became increasingly dense.
"What's going on... Ah! It's the east!" Following the direction in which the living corpses were moving, Charlie immediately saw that the east seemed to be the source of the gathering of living corpses in this area.
"No! Weymouth—"
As if he suddenly realized the answers to many questions, Charlie's expression suddenly changed - why didn't he think of it? The Yorkshire Dales can suffer sudden catastrophes, and the same is possible here in Weymouth, right? Compared with the originally peaceful Yorkshire Dales, Weymouth was obviously more likely to be attacked.
"Norberta, speed up! Speed up!"
After Charlie's urging, Norberta immediately stopped just spreading her wings and gliding, but took advantage of the wind and flapped her wings again. The strong air flow caused ripples on Charlie's skin, but he didn't care about this little thing at all, he just hoped that Norbert could fly faster.
"Huh? No," but the further he flew to Weymouth, the more unexpected sights he saw, "Why are the living corpses in chaos again? Oh, yes... It must be the defense line that is resisting!" "
Although he didn't know how Percy did it, Charlie was gradually able to determine that there was an obvious force counterattacking against the living corpses at the Weymouth camp.
To be honest, this is not something that the defensive forces he knows can do - it can be seen that there are many evolved individuals mixed in the group of living zombies, which is not an enemy that ordinary living zombies can deal with . With the camp's original defense layout, Charlie felt that he could barely withstand the pressure of the living zombie attack. How could he still take the initiative to launch an attack
And it was Charlie who was a little surprised and happy at the same time. When he finally saw another scene in the distance, his expression changed again.
It was a black flame like a sea wave, with black fire pillars mixed in the middle, staggering with each other and attacking the living corpse.
It can be seen that among the black flames, there are sometimes a few hazy figures fleeting. They can move flexibly and freely in it, and the terrifying black flame not only does not seem to cause any harm to them, but is also their "friend".
Thanks to the fact that the fog has been getting lighter recently, otherwise, Charlie would have to get closer to see these situations clearly.
It's just... Although Charlie also wants to know who those figures are, what he wants to know more now is, what happened to Weymouth Camp
"Where are the three lines of defense? And where is the camp behind? Is this really Weymouth in front? Where have Percy and so many wizards gone?"
"What on earth happened here?"