Chapter 1525 Westbound

As time went on, the sky finally gradually darkened again.

Speaking of which, how many sunsets has this been since the disaster?

Perhaps because people are always afraid of the unknown darkness, whenever the sky is dark and night falls, everyone's expression becomes visibly tense.

Hermione, who was sending batches of Muggle civilians away from the camp with Portkeys, subconsciously glanced west.

The red sunset hangs on the mountain tops in the distance, dyeing the whole sky like a blazing flame, just looking at it makes one feel intoxicated and dizzy.

However, the "mountain" that Hermione saw that was about to engulf the setting sun was actually not a mountain at all, but a gray mist that had moved to the city of Sittingbourne five miles away without knowing it.

Yes, the distance is close enough to be seen!

"It's almost over, everyone, work harder! Maybe we can move the remaining groups of people to a safe place before dark!"

It can be said that the mountain-shaped mist is like a pressure visible to the naked eye, pressing heavily on the big guy's heart.

Those Muggle civilians who haven't fully understood the meaning of the gray fog are fine, but the wizard volunteers who have been hearing that the front line has been retreating have a completely different mood.

Because they have never really been to the front line, they only know the dangers but not the specific situation. On the contrary, they will be more frightened because of their half-knowledge.

Even if these volunteers who are willing to take risks in person to respond to the call are more or less psychologically prepared, they will obviously be afraid when they should be afraid, right?

"Don't worry! Maca... oh no, it's McLean! He's on the front line defending us from danger now! With McLean here, we'll be fine!"

"Yes! And Mr. McLean! And we all left the town voluntarily to help, and we were ready to sacrifice long ago! Now, what is there to be afraid of?"

What Hermione said seemed to have some effect. When one person started to respond to her words, soon, more people cheered up the people around them.

And maybe it was infected by the gradually excited emotions of these wizard volunteers! Those Muggles who were waiting in line for transfer under the guidance of the soldiers,

It has also become a lot more active in action.

Even though many of them didn't even know the reason for the evacuation, it was obvious that "these young wizards who can cast magic are here to help them"...

However, just as the camp finally entered the final busy stage, the officer who had brought Hermione to the dark wizard's family finally reappeared.

"Miss Granger, the wizards in this town...there should be only 'those two' left?"

Facing the unreasonable question from the other party, Hermione couldn't help being slightly taken aback. After she handed over the port key in her hand, she nodded at the other party and said:

"That's right! There are not many wizard households in this town. After sending everyone away, I checked it against the list sent by Lupine...uh, the headquarters. At least the registered households It should have all been transferred."

After explaining in this way, she looked at the other party with a slight frown and said:

"Why do you ask this on purpose? Does your officer need to make corresponding records?"

But hearing Hermione's question, the other party shook his head slightly.

"It's not like that," he said, "In fact... just now the team in charge of checking whether there are any omissions in the town sent news that they encountered another wizard during the search. And, that person told that A squad is at it - with your wizarding magic!"

"Do it?"

When Hermione heard this, she finally completely handed over the work at hand to the volunteer next to her, and immediately pulled the other volunteer's sleeve and walked aside.

"Is the search team okay? Anyone hurt?"

"Well, that's not bad," the other party said immediately, "Although someone did suffer a little injury, it was basically a minor injury and it was not a hindrance. And because they were worried, they didn't dare to treat that person casually." I shot, but the opponent quickly broke through the encirclement and left."

At the end, he suddenly and subconsciously glanced at the setting sun... or, in other words, at the "foggy mountain" under the sun, and then couldn't help but frown.

"But the problem is, the direction the man left—is west."

His military rank is not high, but because he is mainly responsible for liaison work, he still has a lot of understanding of the current situation.

Especially that piece of gray fog that looks abnormal at first glance, in fact, you don't even need to understand it to understand that the guy running straight in that direction is definitely very suspicious.

"I see, this matter... I will think about it first."

It's a busy time right now, and there is still a clearing force between the army of living corpses and the town, even Hermione is somewhat concerned about what happened to that wizard, and there seems to be no need to blindly chase after him.

not to mention……

"Miss Granger, I've come to see you this time because there is actually another matter," the officer who summoned him paused, then immediately turned to say, "That...uh, 'Mr. Dark Wizard'? He said that everything needed has been done and you can go over."

"Oh!"

Hearing what the other party said, Hermione immediately put her thoughts aside.

"Okay, I'll go there now... Ah, I don't need a car! I know the place, this time I just fly over on a broom!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around to find someone to give a brief explanation, and then once again bathed in the curious or surprised eyes of the Muggles, she rode on a broom and flew into the air under the sunset glow.

Not long after, she had come to the sky above the white house again.

Just looking towards the ground in mid-air, Hermione saw the figure waiting at the gate with two Muggle soldiers at a glance.

Obviously, even though the man seemed gifted in potions, that particular potion was by no means easy to make. Compared with the first time we met, his face is more tired now, and his body has become much more sloppy.

However, the other party's expression was faintly filled with excitement.

"Miss Granger, the potion has been prepared... These quantities, together with the part I made and prepared before, must be enough for my father to transfer safely!"

Seeing Hermione landed in front of him, the other party hurriedly said:

"Miss Granger... Thank you! Really thank you... Now, at least my father can live longer."