Chapter 1524 Different Viewpoints

The same survivors who escaped from the fog of London had almost the same conditions of being seriously injured and dying, but the symptoms displayed by the two sides were completely different.

There must be something wrong with this.

On this basis, in addition, Maca seemed to be particularly concerned about the two survivors in Spiral Town, and even arranged a special observation room for them.

Now that I think about it, most of them have no deep meaning.

"But...why?"

Why do the symptoms of the two survivors differ? Why did Maca care so much about those two people in the observation room? Such questions secretly piled up in Hermione's mind.

"Is it because the two ladies in the observation room are special, and the key to solving this disaster of living corpses is hidden in them?"

Maca had actually said something similar, but it was only now that Hermione took it seriously again.

Because judging from the current situation, the reason why Maca pays special attention to them is obviously not just because they are survivors who have come out of the fog, but because... even among survivors, they are special.

As for what kind of special law it is, maybe only Maca knows it.

"Me too... at least I should have thought of this earlier!" Hermione pursed her lips and thought with a little annoyance, "Those two are not the only ones who meet the condition of 'seriously injured and dying survivors', aren't they? "

To be honest, Hermione's thinking time really dragged on a bit this time, so long that the wizard who was waiting at the side who didn't dare to disturb her at will finally couldn't help but speak again:

"Miss Granger?"

That's right, this man who once followed his father's example and became a dark wizard has indeed made up his mind to stay here with his father today. But he begged to die, more because he wanted to exchange his wife and children's future life with Hermione and the others.

To put it bluntly, he still has the young Miss Granger in front of him who is obviously the leader!

Hearing the other party call her, Hermione temporarily put those thoughts in her heart, and then turned her head to look at the old man on the hospital bed again.

"Can't move?" she asked.

"yes,

The other party nodded, "Although the potion I concocted with all my brains managed to hang my father's life, but...Miss Granger, you must have smelled it when you came in, right?" This anti-curse medicine is an aerosol, and in his father's current state, once he leaves, he will surely die. "

Hermione frowned and thought for a moment after hearing this.

"Granger, what's going on?"

Suddenly, that somewhat chatty teammate also appeared at the door. However, she soon saw that she was busy covering her mouth and nose, and immediately stopped her steps towards the room.

"Oh, Merlin's beard... what does it smell like?"

Hermione, who was thinking about it, didn't care about her appearance. After thinking about it for a while, she suddenly touched her beaded handbag and said:

"Let's do this! Hurry up and prepare more potions. When I'm ready, I'll use my bag to transport your father away... Although the bag doesn't have a lot of space, it's okay to squeeze one or two people. "

As she was speaking, she turned to say:

"While you're concocting the potion, we'll take away your family members downstairs first. When you're ready, let the Muggle soldiers guarding below tell me—"

"Then, I'll go first."

She looked clearly rushed as she discovered something more important to her along the way.

Fortunately, the difficulty of moving all these two families away did not seem to be as great as imagined.

As she walked downstairs, she frowned slightly.

"So, wouldn't it be very important for Maca to let us stay there as guards? Now we are leaving one by one, and only Ron is left in the observation room. This is a self-talking decision. Will it have any bad impact on Maca's plan?"

Hermione originally thought it was a pretty good idea to call volunteers to come to Faversham Town on her own initiative! But right now, the affirmation in her heart gradually began to waver.

Not long after, she was seen pushing the door downstairs, and then immediately gestured to the Auror who followed.

"It's enough to transfer the people downstairs first, and the two people in the upper room will have to wait a little later..." At this point, she turned to the Muggle soldier and said, "Leave the two people here for a while. connection."

"OK."

Seeing that the other party nodded in response, Hermione immediately took out a broomstick from her handbag after explaining the task, and immediately straddled it.

"I'll leave it to you here, I'll go back first - I need to notify Spiral Town if there is an emergency."

Before she finished speaking, she kicked her feet, and flew into the sky under the surprised gaze of the Muggle soldiers not far away, and flew away in a blink of an eye.

"Ah! The broom...that's the witch!" A soldier couldn't help but exclaimed.

...

Hermione obviously attached great importance to the differences in symptoms displayed by the survivors, and even doubted her decision to go to Faversham town because of this.

But on the other hand, Maca, who had guessed that Hermione would most likely go to the rear to support the transfer of civilians, seemed not to focus on New St. Mungo's observation room.

"Kingsley, is the transfer of Faversham Town going smoothly? Is there any new news?"

"Well, judging from the information from Lupine, it's going well, and the efficiency is quite high."

On the battlefield, Maca is still fighting hard—although the results are not brilliant, and the speed of the zombie army is indeed increasing, but with the help of the volunteer team, it seems that there should be time.

Therefore, Maca seemed to be very satisfied with Hermione's assistance.

Perhaps just as Hermione thought, only Maca knew what happened to the two survivors in the observation room.

"Then I have to work harder!"

After a short pause, he dashed forward again, rushing into the mountain-like sea of ​​living corpses at a faster speed than before.

Needless to say, the battle is still going on. Even when all the people along the way have migrated, this unconventional magic war is still not over.

Rather, when the horde of living corpses finally rushed to Spiral Town, the intensity of the war reached its peak.

"Helbo—"

While constantly shuttling through the crowd of living corpses, Maca let the ice edge pass by the black body of the enemy again and again, while whispering to himself in his heart:

"Will you still come... No, you will definitely come!"