Chapter 1532 Returning to the Fog

"The fog moves faster?"

The night wind howled, swaying the canopy of the trees beside the road, and the branches twitched like whips. One couldn't help but feel that they all had a will of their own like the Whomping Willow in Hogwarts.

It has to be said that the sudden burst of strong wind at this time is indeed somewhat suspicious.

But obviously, no matter how strong the wind is, it has nothing to do with the movement of the fog ahead. If the arrival of the strong wind can still be said to be accidental, then the accelerated movement of the fog... perhaps to some extent is a kind of "artificial" necessity.

"Helbo, you're finally here."

Suddenly, Maca stood still in the middle of the road, and as the accelerated gray fog "slapped" towards him like a wall, a group of living corpses that were denser than the periphery immediately followed.

For a moment, his ears were filled with the sound of messy footsteps.

However, as if confirming Maca's words, those living corpses who were attacking him just now seemed to be blinded collectively, all ignoring his existence and shouting loudly. ran past him.

If no one has issued the latest mandatory order to them, it will certainly not suddenly become like this.

At the same time, Maca also no longer launched attacks at will, allowing those living corpses to pass by in a hurry. His gaze fell all the way to the end of the army of living corpses that were rushing.

At this moment, the group of living corpses is about 8 miles away from downtown Canterbury.

...

"Miss Granger... I'm sorry, and... thank you!"

It was obviously not an easy task for Hermione to evacuate with several wounded who could not bear the spatial movement. Fortunately, besides her, there were several other volunteers, as well as the Auror sent to her by Lupine, who finally decided to stay and help her transport the injured in the split accident.

It's a pity that there are only two broomsticks, which is not enough for all of them to return to Spiral Town quickly. For this reason, Hermione could only let some people retreat first, while she and another volunteer rushed on the ground with the remaining two injured.

The effectiveness of the Levitating Spell made their actions not too difficult, but there was still a distance between Faversham and Canterbury.

"No need to thank you, after all, every life is precious!" Hermione said as she walked, "Also, don't worry too much! Spiral Town will definitely send someone to pick us up after learning about our situation. !"

"Miss Granger is right," the Auror added after hearing the sound, "Besides, there is no fork in the road from Canterbury to Faversham. They will find us along the way."

However, just as the two spoke to appease everyone, one of the wounded, who was brought by the floating spell, suddenly froze. Then, I saw her looking in the direction of Faversham Town, where everyone had just left, and said in a daze:

"Do you feel that... the fog behind seems to be approaching much faster?"

"what?"

After this reminder, everyone looked back one after another. However, they saw that the large shadow outline representing the fog was enlarging bit by bit in everyone's field of vision at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a huge mouth that would engulf the entire world, coming straight to oppress it.

Accompanied by the increasingly strong night wind and the dark night due to the onset of clouds, one can't help but feel a tightness in the chest.

"Quick! Run!"

As far as the current information on all kinds of alienated living corpses is concerned, except for those individuals that can fly, other types should not be able to keep up with the drifting speed of the fog. But even if the flying species didn't follow, probably no one would be willing to be engulfed by that weird fog.

"Wait! Don't run to the side! That's enough fog to cover the entire city of London, it's too late."

Seeing that in a moment of desperation, a volunteer seemed to have an idea and wanted to run sideways out of the area that was about to be covered by the fog, Hermione immediately yelled at him.

But I don't know if it was because of the strong wind, or because the other party was too nervous to listen. I just saw the volunteer jump off the road and into the field beside the road, and ran quickly to the north.

Seeing this, Hermione was about to jump down and chase him back, but was grabbed by the arm of the Auror who was following her.

"If you chase after him, only one more person will be engulfed by the mist!"

Lupine hadn't asked him to follow Hermione so that he could protect everyone in the volunteer team, and if that was the case, he certainly couldn't. His mission was to protect Hermione alone.

It's just...Of course, if it's within the scope of one's ability, naturally one more person can be saved and one more person can be saved as much as possible.

"Miss Granger, go!"

He controlled the strength of the Levitating Charm, and while leading a wounded patient, he pulled Hermione forward.

Hermione was dragged by his arm, she pursed her lips and turned towards the back of that figure who was running farther and farther in the field, until the figure was completely covered by the night, and then she turned her head again.

"Miss Granger, there's nothing you can do about it, no one will blame you!" Another volunteer who followed immediately comforted her.

But Hermione broke away from the Auror's hand a little first, quickened her running pace as if giving up, but then shook her head vigorously.

"It's not something that others will blame at all!"

However, before Hermione's depressed mood recovered a little bit, they realized after a while that maybe the result would be the same whether Hermione chased or not. Much faster!

"Is it still too late?"

Before the words were finished, when Hermione and the others turned their heads again, they found that the mist had already chased them not far behind. After waiting for everyone to run a few more steps, without making any sound, the vision suddenly dimmed.

This is undoubtedly a long-lost feeling, although surely no one will miss this situation shrouded in endless fog.

"Fluorescent flickering!"

The volunteer waved his wand to try to create some light, but in the blink of an eye, the slightly lit tip of the wand went out immediately, even faster than in London.

Needless to say, this mysterious and eerie mist is obviously constantly changing... just like those living corpses that have undergone various alienations.

"The direction of the road remains the same, keep going! Don't stop!"

As Hermione said just now, the fog that is enough to cover the whole of London is very large, and it will definitely not be able to drift away in a short while.

What's more, it is still unknown what danger awaits them in this mist.

"what"

Suddenly, a shrill scream came faintly from the direction where the previous volunteer fled.