Chapter 1563 Confused and Sober

"The last batch, the last batch of townspeople left... Bring all the remaining portkeys! After sending this batch away, the evacuation task of Faversham Town will be completed!"

The fog that kept rolling over had covered most of the setting sun, and no one wanted to go to the west to take a look, because the shadow like a mouth swallowing the sky would make anyone feel more oppressed.

Anxiety spread quietly throughout the camp.

"Did the door key hear what I said? The door key...forget it, or myself..."

"I'll come and go!"

Maca, who was standing at the corner of the tent, waved his hand casually, then turned his head and went out through the door at the back.

To be honest, Maca can actually understand those volunteers who unknowingly stopped what they were doing. After all, they only stood up out of passion and impulse. Obviously, they are not really prepared to sacrifice for what they insist on.

But it must be said that the volunteers are uneasy right now, and perhaps some of them still have a part of fear mixed in, but they have not yet reached the point where they are terrified of death.

They are just hesitating, hesitating, reflecting on why they came here, and they are just asking what else they can do next.

Hai Erbo is powerful, the army of living corpses is terrifying, and the gray mist pressing down like a mountain collapse seems to be a signal that an irresistible crisis is coming.

The edge of the mist was about to touch the westernmost edge of the town, and if a moment passed, everyone would be ruthlessly deprived of the right to Apparate.

At that time, these volunteers, who were unwilling to accept protection silently and stood up several times, may have nothing to do except wait for death.

However, who can really see death as home? Especially to die so powerless?

Yes, Maca knew that this group of "young" wizards, the oldest of whom were only in their early thirties, was experiencing a loss between unwilling will and cruel reality.

"Don't worry about it... No one will know what the future will be like."

Maca, who had just walked out of the tent, murmured to himself that he might have said this to the volunteers who at least had the courage to stand up and resist, but it might also be to himself.

After all, he is also one of these "rebels", and... probably also considered "young"!

"Captain, and everyone...give me all the portkeys that have been checked so far! It's okay if you don't meet one group, there are only the last batch of Muggle townspeople waiting to be transferred outside."

"Oh, this is good news! Here, it's the half of the basket, you can send it directly..."

Compared with the volunteers who were responsible for helping the evacuation and transfer of the people, the team members who have been checking the door keys one by one in the tents behind obviously seem to be more stable. Because the inspection work requires considerable concentration, they have no extra time to think about it.

"Okay...then everyone should tidy up too! I think Miss Granger will come over soon to announce the end of the mission."

Maca just walked through the tents behind, waved his magic wand, took a few baskets that were not full, and went all the way back to the original tent, and then handed over those strangely shaped portkeys with everything to him. The teams responsible for distribution.

Then, he stood in an inconspicuous corner again, watching a group of Muggle townspeople who were either curious, doubtful, worried, or confused, and a Plush toys, and even a feather duster disappeared suddenly.

The increasingly serious expressions of the volunteers,

It formed an extremely sharp contrast with the complex demeanor of the Muggle residents.

"The last group!"

Just when Maca was thinking secretly that the biggest victims of this disaster so far were Muggles after all, Hermione, who had been cooperating with the army outside, finally walked in behind the group of Muggles.

"The Muggle military has also begun to evacuate... Oh, please go! They will help you leave here with 'magic', just like I said outside!"

Hermione herself led the group of Muggles in a circle, guiding everyone to put their finger on a portkey to be activated. Then, with a burst of space fluctuations, the last three families were sent away under the watchful eyes of everyone present.

"All right!"

The next moment, Hermione, who had already been talking outside with a dry mouth, didn't care about drinking saliva to moisten her throat, so she clapped her hands and said loudly:

"I know everyone has worked hard, but now is definitely not the time to rest! Immediately notify everyone in the tent behind, and all gather in the open space outside, and start counting the number of people... We are leaving here before the fog can cover us. Time to devour!"

"But...Miss Granger, can we really just run away with our tails between our legs?"

Some of the volunteers couldn't help asking a question in a low voice. Hermione, who was about to go out first, paused, then turned around and looked at everyone.

"If I answer 'yes' now...you may think that I have no guts, not a real Gryffindor?" Hermione pursed her lips and said, "If I was in the past, I might be the same as the current Gryffindor." You are all at a loss, but there is one person who has taught me a truth that is not recklessness in a desperate situation, it is definitely not a kind of courage."

Maca never cared about a temporary retreat. It can be said that he has a thick skin, but to preserve his strength for future counterattacks, in fact, it is as natural as having to withdraw once before hitting a heavy punch.

Although Maca is a Hufflepuff, in the final analysis, everyone is Hogwarts.

By now Hermione has deeply understood that, including Slytherin, which she once hated, it is obviously necessary for the four colleges to learn from each other.

"Anyway, come out with me first!"

After finishing speaking, Hermione didn't wait for the volunteers to speak, and turned her head and went out. After she was out of sight, everyone came back to their senses one after another. Some followed her footsteps and walked forward, while others turned around to inform others.

Only Maca still didn't move, he just looked at the direction Hermione left, and couldn't help feeling extremely moved. This girl must have gradually grown to the point where he is not allowed to worry about it, and she can walk into the future alone!

But at this moment, he suddenly heard an uneasy noise from outside:

"Come out quickly! The fog is moving faster..."