Chapter 1776 Meeting the Survivors Again

It is undoubtedly a very sad thing when a person dies and can only be buried on the spot. But what is even more tragic is that after death, he has to be buried in a foreign country.

Originally, everyone had planned to send them out of the UK immediately after Safina finished her treatment. But now it seems that it may be necessary to wait a little longer.

"Everyone just need to send us to the port, we will stay there for a while, wait for Hunter... Well, after Hunter is gone, we will bury him well, and then go to sea."

Officer Rowan's words were also the thoughts of the rest of their team—everyone knows that corpses buried in the soil will not crawl out again, which gave them good reasons for Hunter to be buried at least in the on British soil.

"Okay!" Harry nodded, "At least Weymouth is somewhat safe... But please remember to keep the ship ready to sail at any time to avoid any accidents. As for Mr. Hunter's funeral, we still have to Please forgive our absence, we must complete this investigation mission as soon as possible."

"Oh! Of course," Officer Rowan nodded immediately, "May God bless you... Well, you wizards don't seem to believe in God, so let's take it as my personal blessing! Thank you for your help."

Not long after, Harry and the others escorted the other party back to the pier when they came. After staying to help them resettle in the vicinity, they embarked on the trip to go deep into the mist again.

The fog was so thick that it blocked seventy to eighty percent of people's vision. The figures of Harry and the others leaving only stayed in the sight of Officer Rowan and the others for a few seconds. Soon, the group of six people were completely engulfed in the gray mist.

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The first target location for Harry and others was Swindon, which is located west of London and southwest of England-at least according to the plan, they had to pass there, and then corrected the investigation route again.

After leaving Weymouth, facing a rather long journey, they all had to ride broomsticks to travel instead.

In fact, the feeling of flying on a broom in this fog is not good at all. The fog is so thick that they are like blind flies, unable to judge whether they are flying or not from the surrounding scene. straight line.

Fortunately, as long as the broom is not actively controlled, the broom will always fly in a straight line. Even if there are some deflection errors when flying long distances, they can still roughly judge when and where they are.

"I finally understand the state of the Balikas bat team that lost the game.

"Ron sighed, "Playing Quidditch in dense fog, both sides can only fly around, they probably don't know what they are doing!" I'll just say it! At that time, the fans were too harsh on them. They were just called 'Bats', and they didn't really change from bats! "

In this regard, although Ginny and Harry also like Quidditch very much, they don't want to answer him at all-the bat team is the most famous team in Northern Ireland, and they are both British wizards, so it is natural to have a good impression of them. normal.

But now, God knows where they are hiding from disaster! It's hard to say whether he will have the chance to play in the future.

"Flying forward for more than ten minutes, you will be able to reach the next city. Pay attention and concentrate on guarding your surroundings." Harry reminded, "Although according to what the lady said before, it seems that there are still many cities in the UK. Among the survivors, there are many wizards among them. But whether we will be targeted by Hai Erbo again, but no one can say for sure."

"Well," when it came to danger, Ron nodded honestly immediately, "Let's go down and see the situation in this city later!"

"I hope it's still safe here." Hannah, who was flying behind with Neville, couldn't help but whispered after hearing this.

But Harry could only shake his head slightly - in today's Britain, no place is truly safe, he only hopes that they can find Maca's location before encountering fatal danger, and that is already very satisfying .

However, before reaching the city he had mentioned before, they heard a chaotic movement coming from below. After just a little bit of identification, everyone knew that it must be a rather fierce battle - and there must be a wizard among them!

"Go down! But don't land."

After saying that, Harry took the lead in pressing the wooden handle of the broom, and suddenly it spun and fell directly below him.

After all, it was in the fog with extremely low visibility, so the falling speed would naturally not be fast. Even though the sound of fighting could be heard all the time, he still couldn't rush, so he could only slowly approach the direction where the sound came from.

After a while, they finally heard sporadic human voices shouting—one voice was calling for help, another voice was comforting, and another was constantly shouting and trying to recite mantras.

"Quick imprisonment... There are many obstacles..."

It can be found that the wizard did not cast any offensive spells at all, and people could clearly feel the embarrassment of his clumsiness just by listening.

It appears to be under siege.

"It's over here—"

Harry and the others finally saw some treetops. After having reference objects, everyone's speed was much faster. After everyone had followed Harry and flew a short distance away, a group of living corpses suddenly appeared within sight.

"We're here to help! Hold on!"

Hearing such a sentence in a desperate situation can cheer up those who are about to give up. Although Harry didn't think so deeply, he instinctively didn't hesitate with his words, and shouted from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, he led everyone directly through the not so dense canopy, and rushed into the forest.

The thin branches scraped past their faces, burning and hurting, only Safina was the exception—the mask on her face finally came into practical use.

Of course, Harry didn't care about the bloodstains on his cheeks. When someone needs help, he can always give full play to his strength, and a little pain can inspire him more courage.

At that moment, while riding a broom deftly around a tree trunk, the sword of Gryffindor was raised in his hand. Facing low-level living corpses, the sharp blade didn't need more strength from its owner, and it easily passed through the bodies of several enemies in a row.

For a moment, the blood splattered and stained the bushes red, but Harry flew smoothly through the middle, rushing straight to the three wizards who were surrounded by these living corpses.

"Are you okay? Hurry up and squat down, don't run around."

That's what they said, but even if they wanted to run right now, they had nowhere to run, as they were surrounded by living corpses.

"careful!"

Suddenly, Safina shouted at Harry from the periphery.