Chapter 1501 Resurrection

After all, London has become a ghost city, a "ghost city" in the true sense.

A city without people may not be called a city anymore. Every street is empty, there are no living people, not even dead people. Only the ruined walls after the war seem to be silently pouring out the prosperity of the past and the sorrow of the present.

The gray fog that had shrouded the city of London for several days gradually drifted away.

That's right, the mist gradually drifted away - along with a group of special living corpses that were quite different from the vanguard troops outside.

As it turned out, Kingsley was right about at least half of his concerns. There was "something" in the fog that suddenly began to move. However, it was not Haierbo himself who made most people feel anxious, but a group of more powerful living corpses whose strength could not be underestimated although their numbers were small.

However, it is worth mentioning that just now Harry rushed to the end of the army of living corpses in one go, and witnessed the scene of the fog gradually enveloping the group of living corpses.

There was even a discovery that was very important to the suppression team... or it could be said to be a very "bad" unexpected situation.

However, he failed to witness those special living corpses that were in the center of the mist at that time...

...

"Kingsley."

When Sirius carried Harry on his back to the rear of the battlefield quickly, the fog was not close enough for people to avoid it, that is to say, the suppression teams on the front line had not yet started to retreat.

"Sirius... Potter?"

Kingsley glanced at Sirius first, but soon caught sight of Harry, who was being carried by Sirius on his back. And when he saw Harry's appearance as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood, he immediately showed a worried expression.

"Injured? Then why delay... Sirius, send him to the back for treatment!"

"No, I'm fine, Kingsley!"

Before Sirius could answer on his behalf, Harry struggled and slid off his back, then supported Sirius' shoulder and said to Kingsley:

"These are basically the blood of those living corpses... Well, let's not mention this! Kingsley, there is a bad news that I have to report to you first!"

After saying this in one breath, Harry took another breath,

Then he said with a serious expression:

"In fact, I have been rushing from the front line of the battle to the end of the zombie army just now. I found that the fog floating from London seems to be moving much faster than I thought... This matter, the previous one Did the Mr. Aurors who rushed to investigate send back a notice?"

"Huh? So fast?"

When Kingsley heard it, he raised his head in surprise, and glanced in the direction of the mist again.

"No, the two exploration teams have no news at all, and no one has come back—"

"Compared to them, although I walked in a straight line, I spent a lot of time on the way. Logically speaking, they should be faster than me..."

Harry couldn't help frowning at this moment, as if worried about those Aurors who were willing to sacrifice themselves, but he immediately shook his head again.

"Forget it, maybe something happened..." he said, "Kingsley, there is actually another more important matter—"

"What's the matter?" Kingsley asked immediately.

"It's related to the living corpses that have been knocked down by our spells and have lost their ability to move," Harry replied. "Those... well, how do you say? 'corpses'? After the mist in the past, it actually climbed up from the ground again!"

"what?"

This time, it was Sirius who showed surprise. As a person who has really knocked down many living corpses at the forefront, he will naturally have a deeper feeling for this situation where the enemy is "resurrected" again.

To be honest, just turning the dead into living corpses once is enough to shock people. Who would have thought that those living corpses could stand up again after they fell down?

"Harry, what's the specifics? How did those corpses 'get up' this time?" Sirius hurriedly asked, "Under the attack of this eradication, there are quite a few living corpses that are not even physically complete. what!"

That's right, it's not just the sharp Gryffindor sword that can tear those living corpses apart. Just like the strong enough division spell and thunderbolt explosion spell, etc., if the strength reaches a certain level, even the corner of the clothes may not be able to stay.

"How do you get up?"

Under Sirius' questioning, Harry seemed to recall some unpleasant pictures he had seen at that time, and then wrinkled his nose and said:

"How should I put it? It's like children's building blocks... put together? Well, to be precise, it's a feeling of forcing together several blocks that don't fit together..."

"Hiss—" Sirius couldn't help but subconsciously said when he heard the words, "Stitcher? It sounds like those radical alchemists in the past who tried to touch the forbidden area of ​​life... It's really unpleasant!"

Just when Harry and Sirius showed disgusted expressions, Kingsley waved his hands and said:

"Anyway, from now on, our side should minimize casualties as much as possible. After all, it is undoubtedly a very difficult thing to collect corpses on the battlefield, but if we leave it alone, the fog will create more dead bodies once the fog passes. Lots of enemies."

"As for how to solve the problem of resuscitating... By the way, Sirius, didn't you just mention the living alchemy that appeared in the Middle Ages? Please go back to Spiral Town immediately and ask someone who is good at alchemy Let's talk!"

"Well, yes!"

As Sirius said, he was about to help Harry go to the back to find a therapist, and then make a trip to Spiral Town. But Harry stopped him from reaching out to him, shook his head slightly and said:

"I can go on my own, Sirius, just go back! If this problem cannot be resolved in time, the army of living corpses will only increase and become more and more difficult to stop...It will be too late when the number grows to a certain level! "

"Are you... all right?"

Sirius looked at Harry, and finally nodded towards the fog that was still approaching and the frontline clearing teams that had begun to retreat alternately.

"Kingsley, then I'll go back first."

Before the words were finished, Sirius Apparated and left with the momentary distortion of the space.

"Potter, can you really walk alone?"

"It's okay, Kingsley!" Harry said, "I'm just a little tired. I'll go back to the front line after I rest for a while."

In fact, Harry wasn't lying - although he did suffer a little injury, it was nothing more than a big bite on the arm.

Instead of talking about it, the fact that he met Aunt Petunia in the group of living corpses was the biggest reason why he was so tired.

"call--"

Looking back at the group of living corpses in the distance, Harry dragged his heavy steps and walked straight to the treatment area at the rear.