Chapter 1519 Race Against Time

Fighting for hours in a row would be tiring for anyone, and Maca was no exception.

From afternoon to night, even Harry, who was endowed with supernatural power by the sword of Gryffindor, fell down several times on the way and had to rest, but Maca persisted.

However, those living corpses are like inexhaustible cockroaches, not only in large numbers, but also constantly getting stronger.

Even if you can't see much change in a short period of time, after a few hours, probably as long as you are not blind, you can see that they are very different from the beginning just in appearance.

It can be seen that the previously dark substance that gradually covered the body of the living corpse no longer stops at the surface of the body. The in-depth fusion has obviously improved the physique of those living corpses.

As far as modern magic is concerned, except for a few spells with particularly high lethality such as the Explosive Curse and the Killing Curse, it is already difficult to cause enough damage to them.

However, what is worrying is not only the enemy's anti-magic ability. Due to the increase in physical strength, the marching speed of the army of living corpses is also gradually increasing. Even with Maca's non-stop frontal resistance, he barely suppressed the progress of the group of living corpses to the same extent as the evacuation team.

And if this continues, the flames of war will spread to the Muggle cities that have not yet completed the evacuation operation.

Fortunately, there is good news.

"...Huh? On the contrary, did the right arm, which was completely smashed, recover first?"

After struggling to squeeze the magic power and freezing a batch of living corpses into "popsicles" again, Maca, who was panting and retreating a little bit, suddenly paused, and then slowly raised his right hand slightly surprised.

Seeing the palms gradually clenched into fists in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He couldn't move both arms, which was quite inconvenient after all. Relying entirely on the mind to cast spells is not only very easy to fatigue, but also not conducive to the adjustment of precision. and magic savings.

To be honest, if it weren't for the lack of materials and craftsmanship of modern wands, the characteristics of lightness, slenderness, and accuracy are definitely better than ancient long wands.

"I really hope that one day I can completely put aside these troublesome things, calm down and do some research!"

While Maca was complaining in his heart, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, waved his fingers and quickly outlined a cooling rune in front of him.

In the next moment, the misty cold air suddenly condensed on his fingertips, turning into a sharp white ice edge.

"If you don't worry about it, the magic power will really be insufficient... However, although this can be regarded as 'applying what you have learned', I really never imagined that there will be a day when I will hold the dagger again to fight! Anyway, at least at this point Now, I still have to say 'thank you' to Naroina Mira."

Before the words were finished, I saw Maka kicking her feet the moment she lightly held the ice edge, and then disappeared from the spot.

"Maca... what speed is that?"

Harry, who was resting behind with arms crossed by two Aurors, couldn't help but let out a soft sigh after seeing that scene.

"If only I could grow that fast"

This is obviously not completely impossible, but the premise is to further obtain the approval of Gryffindor's sword and let it lend him more power.

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help gripping the hilt of the sword he had been holding tighter.

"laugh!"

The ice edge that Maca condensed with the help of cooling rules is naturally far less sharp than the Gryffindor sword. Not only that, compared to ordinary blades, it is even relatively blunt.

But,

Every living corpse that is swept across by it will be quickly invaded by the terrifying cold air attached to it.

Under Maca's high-speed movement, the ice edge continuously passed over the group of living corpses. Although the efficiency of knocking down the enemy was not as high as that of the large swathes of cold current and direct beams of regular force, it was not slow. where to go.

It was already difficult for the suppression team to participate in the battle. From the rear, they watched Maca flashing and disappearing behind each enemy, and the result was that the enemies fell one after another.

For a while, the sound of "plop plop" falling to the ground in the army of living corpses can be heard endlessly.

After Maca rushed to finish off some of the living corpses in the front row, and buried them deep in the ground as he did before, he retreated back with a slight panting.

"Kingsley! How far is it from Sittingbourne? How far is the evacuation going?"

Seeing Maca turning her head and asking loudly, Kingsley immediately replied:

"There are still about two miles (3.2km) left. According to the current speed, we will enter the edge of the urban area in about half an hour! As for the evacuation progress... it should be about the same, in time!"

But Maca, who heard the news, was not happy at all.

"It's barely enough to get here, let alone some small neighborhoods on the way, there is a town of Faversham between Canterbury and Sittingbourne..."

Not only that, because Maca's magic power was about to bottom out, and in order to save magic power, the efficiency of blocking the group of living corpses would naturally be more or less reduced.

In other words, the enemy's speed will definitely not decrease but increase from here.

But just when Maca frowned and said in secret, Kingsley once again heard Kingsley shouting at him:

"Don't worry! New news came from Spiral Town just now, saying that a group of volunteers made up of asylum seekers had already rushed to Faversham Town! Lupine also distributed a sufficient number of Portkeys to them. , With the assistance of the Muggle army, the efficiency should not be much lower!"

"Volunteer team?"

When Maca heard this, he couldn't help being a little startled, and several familiar figures flashed in his mind.

"Don't mention anyone else, Hermione must be inside!"

Thinking of this, to be honest, he didn't know whether he should give a "knowing smile" to himself who guessed this in an instant.

...

Facts have proved that Maca still understands Miss Granger's thoughts very well.

A few hours ago, when Hermione was thinking about what else she could do in the square, she quickly associated Delphi, who didn't go to the front line, to the front line where the war was tight.

It's just that, although going to the front to fight is also a big wish deep in her heart, she also knows very well that her own strength is not suitable for charging.

And after thinking about it for a while... what else could she do, the answer seemed obvious.

After that, through the proposal of Delphi, who had overheard the conversation among the members of the Wizards Dueling Club, Hermione immediately decided to gather all the wizards who were willing to risk their lives to act, and seek Lupine's consent and support.

I don't know if it was because of seeing Delphi traveling together, or because of the lack of evacuation speed, Hermione's proposal was passed quickly.

So, after hours of preparation...

"Ladies and gentlemen, please follow the guidance and move forward in an orderly manner without crowding"