Chapter 1505 Stepping Into Chaos

"Click...click...click..."

Before he opened his eyes, Maca heard a regular sound echoing in his ears, as if someone was carefully tapping on the table not far away.

Since he had just woken up, his consciousness was still a little hazy, and after he closed his eyes and listened in a daze for a while, the memories before coma flooded into his slightly dry mind like a torrent that opened the gate.

"Crash" "Hmm."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up, then couldn't help frowning. Because he immediately felt that there was a sharp pain coming from his right arm. Compared with that, the other pains in his body seemed nothing at all.

"Haierbo...huh? Wait, is this the ward of the school hospital?"

Although the pain caused him to frown slightly, compared to his physical condition, the current environment is obviously something that needs to be confirmed immediately.

As for where exactly is this place...

You can't be wrong, after the scene in front of you gradually changed from blurred to clear, the white bedding, the stone beams and columns with a sense of history, and the grilled windows with black wooden strips diagonally interlaced... all show that This is indeed Hogwarts' school hospital.

For Maca, whose memory is still limited to having suffered Haierbo's counterattack and was knocked into the air, what happened during his coma is undoubtedly a matter that urgently needs to be understood.

After all, even with Maca's brain, he couldn't even imagine how he survived the desperate situation at that time.

"Professor McGonagall?"

No one was in the ward, but the soft noise in the corridor outside had been going on since he woke up. So even if the magic power was slightly overdrawn, he still spent some effort to sense it.

And just after he spoke, the "clicking" sound outside finally stopped, and then a figure walked in quickly from the door of the ward like the wind.

"Maka, are you awake? Oh, you can't sit up yet"

"Professor McGonagall," looking at McGonagall who has visibly vicissitudes during this period of time, Maca stretched his brows and smiled softly despite the pain in his right arm. Did you treat me? Thank you!"

He lowered his head to look at his right arm, which was as smooth and clean as a newborn child, but still flaccid, and then glanced at his left arm, which still had no feeling at all, before raising his head again. Come.

From his expression at the moment, it seems that there is no depression in it.

"Professor, can you explain to me what exactly happened when I didn't know? Also, how long has it been since I was in a coma?"

When Mag heard this, he nodded immediately, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit down on the round stool beside Maca's bed.

"It didn't take long, only about half an hour... When I saw you were seriously injured by that Hai Erbo, I really thought everything was over. To be honest, Maca, I think I have to tell you first. Sorry! If it wasn't for me at that time"

"Professor McGonagall, I don't need to say these words... You just misestimated Haierbo's strength, that's all. In fact, at that time, I also did not accurately estimate the gap between my strength and his current strength. A stupid fiasco happened."

After a little self-mockery, Maca, who couldn't move both arms, could only turn his head and say:

"Professor, just tell me what happened after I fell into a coma! What happened?"

"Well," Mag sorted out his thoughts for a while, and then recalled, "The turning point at that time started with the appearance of a bird calling itself 'Master Eagle'..."

This is the first sentence,

Immediately, Maca's expression became extremely serious.

...

The fact that Maca and McGonagall were once in danger at Hogwarts is obviously unknown to everyone except Hai Erbo. Of course, whether Hai Erbo can still be regarded as a "person" now is not to be pondered for now.

And when Maca had just escaped from the near-death situation, the wizard team on the front line resisting the army of living corpses gradually fell into a huge problem.

"Minister, the fog has completely engulfed the group of living corpses. In this situation, our disadvantages have obviously increased a lot. In fact, although the previous conservative combat order has been fully conveyed, But the casualty rate has not decreased but increased... We need a countermeasure!"

"Ok, I know."

At the rear of the battlefield, Kingsley also moved as the suppression team retreated repeatedly. But even if Maca's decisive decision in advance ensured the room for retreat, if this continues, they will almost be unable to retreat.

After all, population migration from Muggle towns along the route also takes time.

"call"

Kingsley thought for a while, and finally shook his head and said:

"Immediately send someone back to Spiral Town to see if Sirius has any clues from the alchemist... By the way, I will also convey the current predicament to Lupine. It would be better if Maca is there too... go quickly!"

"Understood."

The newly transferred assistant was immediately ordered to leave, and Apparated disappeared from the spot.

Kingsley looked at the position where the other party left, but his complexion became worse and worse. Because as far as he knew of the bad news, it didn't stop at the fact that "the fog completely enveloped the group of living corpses".

Since the two teams of Aurors who voluntarily went to investigate after discovering the fog hadn't even returned, this naturally led to Kingsley's even worse speculation.

For example... perhaps from the very beginning, there were still a group of enemies in the mist that he didn't know about. And at this moment, those enemies who must have strong combat power have probably already joined the original group of living corpses in the mist, right?

Up to now, not only the enemy's situation has been obscured by the fog, but also the fallen living corpses will be revived again and again due to the mysterious effect of the fog.

Coupled with the possibility of another group of enemies, the probability of failure in this gambling-like suppression operation has become higher and higher.

"If it really doesn't work..."

As the commander-in-chief on the front line of the battlefield, some of Kingsley's persistence suddenly loosened slightly. But soon, he shook his head vigorously, frowned and muttered:

"No, even if the situation of the suppression team will become more and more dangerous, it cannot be a reason to abandon those innocent Muggle civilians."

That being said, even if they all risked their lives to survive until the last person, the ending after failing to resist the army of living corpses would not be much different from returning to defend Spiral Town now.

The Muggle world will definitely suffer great losses, and then it will eventually evolve into the most unmanageable state where Muggle military power and magical warfare are mixed.

And when it comes to what the whole battle situation will turn out to be, I'm afraid even Hai Erbo, who is the instigator, can't predict it.