Chapter 1398 Grace Country Church

"Yes, I know that there is a shortage of people on Sirius' side, especially a more powerful helper like Neville. But let him come back first! Although he did not encounter any difficult battles with the Muggle Queen, these days He must be tired too, now it's best to let him rest before talking!"

In the tent, Maca was talking with Tonks who just came over. But Ron, who led Tonks over, just sat on the side at the moment, listening silently.

And just after Maca finished speaking, Tonks immediately said:

"Maka, I also think it's time for Longbottom to rest, but... I'm worried that I won't be able to persuade him. As you know, he is a bit stubborn in these aspects now. If he thinks he can continue, he probably doesn't want to Come back and rest."

"Well," Maca couldn't help shaking his head when he heard the words, "then you tell him that I asked him to come back and that there are new tasks for him. Besides, Ron! Didn't you think about it before?" Do you want to follow? Go, and help bring Neville back by the way!"

It wasn't until Maca took the initiative to speak to him that he nodded his head as if he just came to his senses.

"Okay, got it."

...

Not long after, Ron and Tonks, who left Maca's tent, walked straight to the middle of the camp. While walking, I could hear the two of them chatting casually.

"Tonks, speaking of which, that new wizard town...is it called 'Spiral Town'? Have you visited it? What is it like?"

"Oh, I've been there before," Tonks replied immediately, "It's really good there, everything is new, although it hasn't been built yet, but at least it's much better than the old Diagon Alley Already!"

When Ron heard it, he nodded repeatedly.

"That's really exciting."

The two chatted casually before returning to the open space. Soon they saw that Tonks' colleague, Miss Jones, had changed clothes and was waiting there.

And beside Jones, a St. Mungo healer in a dark green wizard robe.

"Both, are you ready?"

"certainly."

When Tonks walked over to ask a question, the therapist picked up the suitcase in his hand and shook it. It was his medical supplies box, and St. Mungo's striking "Bone and Wand" logo was printed on it.

"That's good,

Tonks nodded slightly and said, "Mr. Dewente, thank you for providing medical help... It is obvious that I am very busy here, so I will trouble you." "

"What are you talking about? I'm a therapist, and it's my job to relieve the pain of the injured."

At this point, it is already very clear that when Neville was in charge of protecting the Muggle Queen, although he did not encounter too many attacks, there were still some battles. It was only because none of the injured Aurors were in danger of their lives that they persisted until after the escort mission was completed before asking Lupine for medical treatment.

That's why Tonks came here first and invited a therapist to accompany him.

"Okay, then let's go there! The team that escorted the Queen has been staying in a church in Grace since the handover from the Muggle army. Jones, you know where you took Mr. Devonte The follower appears, and I am responsible for taking Ron here."

Before the words were finished, the two of them put their shoulders on Deventer and Ron's shoulders, and then their eyes suddenly blurred. When the vision became clear again, the four of them were already standing on a field ridge with fresh air.

At this time, I saw Tonks looking around, and soon saw a small church that was not very conspicuous standing not far from here.

"It's over there."

Having said that, she took the lead in walking along the field ridge, and the other three immediately followed her footsteps when they saw this.

Of course, among the four of them at this moment, only Ron's eyes did not fall on the church, but wandered back and forth on the three people walking in front.

Maca also said before that Tonks was actually more worthy of his attention than Neville, although no matter how hard he stared at him, he couldn't see the slightest problem.

A few minutes later, the four of them arrived at the door of the church. Tonks took a second look at the tightly closed door before stepping forward with his fingers and tapping twice.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a head emerge from the window opening on the second floor, waving towards them.

"Tonks, Jones, you're finally here, wait a minute! The defensive warning spell is being lifted inside, and it will be opened in a while."

It doesn't take much effort to break the curse, after all, they set the curse themselves. They didn't have to wait too long before the wooden door creaked softly, and the door opened.

"Neville!"

As soon as he saw his good buddies, Ron finally stopped looking at Tonks and the three of them, and waved at Neville who came out of the door first.

"Oh, Ron, are you here too?"

To be honest, Neville doesn't look very good at the moment. Especially the tiredness on his face, even though he tried his best to conceal it, it was still obvious at a glance.

"Ron...Well, let's have a good chat later...Mr. Therapist, please come in, a wounded person on our side has deteriorated, and you are urgently needed for diagnosis and treatment!"

After he nodded to Ron, he immediately beckoned Deventer to go inside. It seemed that the condition of the injured patient he mentioned was indeed not good.

"Didn't it mean... there are no serious injuries here?"

Ron was a little puzzled, but he didn't have time to think about it. He followed Tonks and the others and walked into the church. And the next moment, he saw the two Aurors standing on both sides of the door, and immediately closed the door after they entered.

what happened? Could it be that there are any enemies around here outside?

However, soon, the four people who had just entered from the outside suddenly realized that something was wrong. The air in the church seemed to be filled with an inexplicable rancid stench.

"Sir, this way..."

Neville led the way ahead, walking quickly, and led the four of them to the depths of the church in a hurry. On the way, Ron found that some witches and wizards were sitting weakly on prayer chairs, looking like they were suffering from some kind of disease.

Of course, compared to the wounded man that Neville took them to see, the situation of those wizards seemed nothing.

In the innermost corner of the church, a thin male wizard was lying on the floor. His face was faintly glowing with a sickly dark blue.

And the rancid smell in the air seemed to come from him.

"Uh, please step back a little bit, I'm going to lift the quilt."

Suddenly, Neville said.