Chapter 1299 The Situation Worsens

How many years has it been since such a serious disaster happened?

Yes, at least since wizards built the wizarding world and isolated themselves from Muggles, there hasn't been a city-level disaster like this that can't be concealed.

Even Greenwald at the beginning and Voldemort later, what they started was just the so-called "wizard war". Even if several wizarding wars have also affected Muggles, compared with the current catastrophe of fog in London, it seems to have become insignificant in an instant.

Although there is no way to calculate a series of accurate casualties at present, anyone who has an overall understanding of the situation in London believes that it is not difficult to draw a chilling conclusion.

Up to now, including the enemy and us, there may have been hundreds of deaths on the wizard side alone; and on the Muggle side... the number may be in the thousands.

However, when Sirius discovered that this unprovoked war seemed to finally have hope of ending, another piece of bad news that couldn't be worse immediately shattered the joy that had just been born.

More than a dozen black-eyed wizards appeared at the same time. How much impact will this have on the immediate situation? This is almost obvious.

And he wasn't even sure if there were more black-eyed wizards who hadn't appeared yet.

When Sirius squatted beside the wounded man and thoroughly digested the fragments of the attack he had obtained from the other party's memory, he stood up abruptly.

"Save as much as possible, but if...he wishes to be buried in his hometown, along the Jarama River outside Madrid, Spain, where his sister's grave is located."

After saying something to the therapist at the side, Sirius immediately turned around decisively and left, calling a few people over while running.

"You! Immediately go to the rear of the battle line and inform the logistics team to clean up and wait for us to meet up; the rest of you will follow me to gather the teams and prepare to retreat!"

That's not something their so-called "elite wizarding team" can resist - even if they add a fire dragon, it won't work.

"Bill! The Quidditch Museum is too far away from here, you take the refugees to Diagon Alley with us first! Also, don't act separately, and go together after I gather the team!"

"what happens?"

Bill, who was sorting out and counting the asylum seekers, naturally also saw the scene where the assailant fell, but he obviously had no way of knowing what Sirius saw with Legilimency.

"More than a dozen black-eyed wizards of that kind appeared in clusters in one place at the same time,

And depending on the situation, it is very likely that they are coming here, and the situation is very bad. "

There is no need to explain too much, Bill has also met those black-eyed wizards, and knows how terrible the situation Sirius is talking about will be. So just hearing this, he nodded immediately.

"Understood... I'll inform Charlie first."

"Ok."

Sirius watched Bill turn his head and run forward, and then he also moved forward while waving his wand and whispered:

"Call God for protection."

...

Generally speaking, most of the ciphertext messages received by Lupine are delivered by owls, and if some information is very important, it may also be conveyed by a wizard himself.

Only the most confidential, most important, and most urgent news will be notified by the Patronus—after all, this is the special method of using the Patronus Charm developed by Dumbledore, and almost only Limited to members of their Order of the Phoenix.

Therefore, when he saw a big silver-white dog running in from the door, his expression suddenly changed.

"problem occurs?"

This was just Lupine's subconscious question, because obviously, Dumbledore's technique could not make the Patronus wise enough. All the silver dog patron saint in front of him could do was to unilaterally convey to him what the caster wanted to say.

After listening to a dog briefly state the actions of the group of black-eyed wizards in the voice and tone of Sirius, Lupine's expression also became a little stiff, and his brows were tightly frowned.

"More than a dozen black-eyed wizards... I don't know if Harry will meet them." Lupine immediately thought of Harry. "If he is also attacked, I'm afraid he will also be in danger."

Since Harry and Thomas hadn't told anyone about their rest at St. Mungo's, Lupine had no idea they weren't actually out now. So when he thought of this, he began to worry.

In any case, Harry is one of the very few people who can deal with those "black eyes" nowadays, and his strength cannot be lost due to emotion and reason.

"...by the way, and Aberforth."

Thinking of this, Lupine immediately took out a piece of divided parchment from the side, picked up the quill pen, dipped it in the ink, and began to write. And after finishing writing, he took his wand and tapped on it again, and it turned into several identical notes.

The number of these notes is limited, and it is obviously impossible to notify all the people scattered outside one by one. Because although he was not reconciled, he had to choose only some of the most important objects to inform the situation first.

One is that the conditions for sending messages are limited, and it is impossible to notify so many people at the same time, so it can only be done in batches; the other is that the first batch of people notified are all the combat power that needs to be preserved the most.

"Go and bring a few owls... Forget it, I'll go by myself! You guys go to inform the guards outside that the situation has changed, strengthen the protective spell, and be careful of all the movements that happen outside. If there are groups of enemies appearing, Don't confront them head-on at all, come in and defend immediately... Don't be reluctant to use the supplies given by Maca."

Having said that, Lupine hurried to the back himself, but his heart was a little more dignified—because the biggest problem now is that even he couldn't notify Maca.

Not long after, Lupine couldn't help sighing slightly as he watched the owls carrying the note spread their wings and quickly disappear into the mist outside.

"Then Hai Erbo... It seems that this time he is determined to take down the entire city of London?"

...

The matter of the demon summoning ceremony is still a secret that only a very few people know. Maca didn't say anything, neither did Delphi, and Haierbo, who was the initiator of the ceremony, certainly had no reason to tell others.

But, of course, letting Lupine and the others know about it obviously wouldn't do any good. Not only that, but it may also further arouse everyone's uneasiness.

As for Harry and the others, they were naturally not too clear about these things. And it wasn't until they received Lupin's letter that they realized that the reason why there were fewer and fewer black-eyed wizards before was not simply because of the hard work of him and Thomas.

"This is a conspiracy," Harry said, looking at the note in his hand, gritting his teeth, "He did this not only to concentrate his strength to strike hard, but also to let us gradually loosen our paralysis! That's damn it Herbo!"

If Hai Erbo had accumulated such manpower from the beginning and released them together, even if there was a difference in strength, Harry would not be so annoyed.

But from what he sees now, Haierbo already has full strength, but those black-eyed wizards just appeared one by one, as if they were just playing with them.

"Sure enough, Hai Erbo is worthy of being called 'Despicable'."

Ron glanced at the note in Harry's hand by the way. He was already distressed because of his lack of strength, and of course he was very angry at this moment.

"No," Harry thought for a while, then shook his head suddenly, "I have to go out—not to mention a dozen or so black-eyed wizards acting at the same time, even if they just appeared one by one like before, it is the place where most wizards would go. A mortal threat against which it cannot defend."

But now, the situation of those wizards who are struggling to resist in downtown London has obviously become more severe.

However, leaving aside Harry's own thoughts, at least the few friends who were watching him at this time showed expressions of disapproval.

"Harry, you can't go out."

This time, almost everyone in the ward expressed that they didn't want him to run out just because of a moment of recklessness, and then maybe he really killed himself.

"That's right, don't go out!" Ginny hurriedly hugged Harry's arm and said, "The situation Lupine said is far beyond your ability, don't go!"

"Well, and..." Even Hermione, who has been depressed until now because Maca didn't agree with her to follow, followed Ginny to persuade, "Hasn't Maca gone out? I think he will find a way .”

"But--"

But if even he, Harry Potter, doesn't go out to fight, what about the people out there who are still fighting - he meant to say that, but it seems a bit too arrogant to say it, So he still held back and didn't say anything.

But just from the expression on Harry's face, it could be seen that he was still struggling in his heart.

"Harry?"

Seeing that Percy came over and called him, although the other party didn't say as many words of persuasion like the others, there was still a hint of persuasion hidden in that demeanor.

"Stop talking, anyway, let me think about it first."

After speaking, Harry stopped chatting with his friends, and sat back on the floor again to scratch his tingling scalp.

Compared with many wizards who stand on the front line of resistance for their relatives, friends, and loved ones, Harry's side can be said to be purely out of his passionate and righteous heart. Now, the increasingly difficult situation did not dampen the courage in his heart.

It's just that he also needs to think carefully about what he should do next - even if it's just for himself, he can't give up on those people who have been fighting in the urban area all night.

"……courage."