Chapter 1500 Grinding

"Where did the removal of the Muggle population go?"

"The team farthest from here has already reached Tford... However, since the marching route of the group of living corpses may not be able to maintain a straight line, it is best to move as much as possible from other surrounding cities along the way. ..."

"Hmm, Dartford? I see... Send a signal to the fighting ministries on the battlefield. Before the fog engulfs, all the suppression teams will retreat five miles alternately!"

"yes!"

Originally, in terms of the blocking effect so far, it is not yet the time to retreat. If it is possible, the longer the time to block the group of living corpses, the better.

It is best to remove all the living corpses directly here, so that the casualties of ordinary residents will inevitably be minimized.

However, the fog that moved from London added a lot of unknowns to the next clean-up operation. When you don't know what will happen after being shrouded in fog, it is the wisest choice to retreat in time.

And it has to be said that it was Maca who decisively gave up the resolution to fight for the Federation, allowing the Muggles to implement the relocation plan immediately, which gave Kingsley more leeway after the Mist Migration accident happened. .

If the back of the battlefield is still full of Muggle residents, the suppression team will have no way out at all.

But after a while, just as Kingsley waited a little anxiously for the news from the investigation team that had set off to the mist side earlier, one of the Aurors who had just given the evacuation notice brought him a message Not so good news.

"Minister! Because Mr. Potter is still among the living corpses, Sirius refuses to lead the team back."

"That guy," Kingsley shook his head when he heard that, "he said he was absolutely at ease with that kid Potter, but in the end he wasn't the one he was most worried about! Forget it, he can't be blamed— "

Although he thought so in his heart, he still waved his hands decisively and said:

"The retreat order remains the same, it's just... let the teams near Sirius' team be ready to respond at any time!"

...

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and even Kingsley, who has a strong ability to adapt on the spot, cannot cover everything in every detail.

Therefore, one of the main points of leading the front line is to respond to all changes with the same, and only by not making big mistakes can the safety of the vast majority of people be guaranteed.

when necessary,

Giving up is also a choice.

In other words, if Sirius didn't retreat when the fog drifted into the battlefield, for the smooth implementation of the plan and for the safety of more people's lives, Kingsley would not allow any team to help him.

The most is to let the nearby teams respond a little bit, this is the limit.

Of course, Sirius himself was clearly aware of this - Kingsley's decision was correct, and he would have done the same.

"Brown, when the fog comes over for a while, you will be responsible for leading the team to retreat."

"Sirius, what about you?"

"You don't have to worry about me."

Sirius held a magic wand in his hand, and while continuously waving spells one after another, he entrusted the task of leading the team to an elite in the team without the slightest hesitation.

But in battle, hesitation is definitely a big taboo. The team member didn't say anything after hearing it, but just nodded silently.

But fortunately, at this moment, Sirius suddenly saw a bloody figure rushing out from the crowd of living corpses.

"Harry!"

"Sirius?"

Harry, who had just escaped from the crowd of enemies, took a look in this direction, but without pausing, he swung the sword, which was still as bright as ever, backhand like a conditioned reflex.

The next moment, the two living corpses chasing him were cut off in half, fell to the ground with a "plop", and even tripped several enemies behind.

After doing all this, Harry stomped heavily on the ground with his sword in hand, and quickly came to the front line of the suppression team.

"Harry, be careful—"

Although his movements are still agile, his physical strength seems to be on the verge of exhaustion. After breaking through the siege and returning to this side, he suddenly staggered, and if Sirius hadn't reached out to help him, he would have fallen to the ground on the spot.

"Are you okay? Are you injured?"

Viscous dark red blood was all over Harry's body, and at first glance, it was impossible to tell whether he had any injuries or not. But as soon as he held the sword in his left hand, he knew that there must be something wrong with his right arm.

But even so, Harry still shook his head.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired... Just take a rest." He said with some difficulty, "Leave this aside... The fog has drifted to the end of the zombie army, let all the teams retreat immediately... Well, no way , you take me to Kingsley, I want to report some important situations to him!"

"Okay! I'll take you there right now..." Sirius suddenly paused as he was talking, then looked into Harry's eyes and frowned, "There seems to be something wrong with you? What happened?"

"Ok?"

Harry put his arms around Sirius' shoulders, panting softly. When asked this question by the other party, he hesitated a little, then wiped the blood stains on his face and said:

"I met... Aunt Petunia."

Yes, even though Harry's face is covered with blood, it can't hide his downcast expression - Sirius, who is experienced in this field, can almost be sure that the gloomy eyes are not just caused by fatigue. caused by.

And when Sirius heard Harry say "Aunt Petunia", he knew exactly what made Harry act so confused.

However, just when he was about to say something to wake Harry up, Harry shook his head at him instead.

"Sirius, needless to say... As early as when I decided to replace Hermione and the others to come here to join the battle, I had already made corresponding mental preparations. Although... well, when I really faced that reality, even if The other party is Aunt Petunia, and it seems to be an extremely harsh trial for me!"

Having said that, Harry shook his head again, then grinned at Sirius and said:

"Let's go! There is one thing that must be conveyed to Kingsley as soon as possible... that is, my feet are a little out of control, please take me there!"

Harry has indeed grown up, even if he faces the cruel reality alone, he can endure it with strength.

While Sirius secretly sighed, he didn't delay any longer, and picked Harry up after a short pause—Harry must have been injured, but he had no choice when he couldn't use his followers to reveal himself. Instead of using magic like the Levitation Charm, he decided to carry Harry over by himself.

"Harry, just now you said 'come here instead of Hermione and the others'... Did you come here alone today?"

While running fast, Sirius asked casually, panting slightly.

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