Chapter 1867 Plan Suspended

"Miss Granger, some wizard survivors who have just fled to Yeovil Town said that there are new changes in the group of living corpses in the east. It is said that the living corpses over there have become active again—"

"East? London or Winchester?"

"That's not clear. At present, no one can get close to the two places. In addition, the two sides are not far away. No one knows where the source of the commotion happened this time."

Near the Weymouth camp, teams of wizards who had just settled temporarily were gearing up, ready to launch a counterattack against the living corpses. At the same time, Hermione had already planned to go to Winchester to meet Maca.

However, the latest news that came from Yeovil Town suddenly forced her to overthrow and reconsider all the plans that were about to be put into practice.

The turmoil of the living corpses is completely different from usual, and the fighting power they can form through active actions cannot be underestimated.

Especially Hermione's privately decided Winchester itinerary, because this can only be regarded as her private matter, and it is obviously not suitable to ask too many people to help.

And even if Harry and the others expressed their willingness to go with them... Thinking about the last time, even if the living corpses were not in a state of commotion. Even with Mr. Blois, who is good at group attacks, their journey can be called difficult, let alone the current disadvantaged situation.

To break through the large area densely populated by living corpses and go to Winchester to meet Maca, the difficulty is probably not much lower than going directly to London.

"Do you think this news is accurate?" Hermione asked after looking at the wizard who sent the letter from Yeovil.

"It shouldn't be too low," the other party nodded. "The two survivors didn't use false information to mislead us. Moreover, our people took the initiative to ask. Our leader feels that this news is very important to Miss Granger. It should be more important to you, so let me come and tell you personally."

"Well," Hermione smiled gratefully at him, "Thank you for your hard work... You can go to the tent next door to rest! There are tea and snacks over there."

"Oh! Can I take some to Yeovil?" He said happily when he heard that, "I can only eat some long-preserved food over there all day long, and I almost vomited during this time!"

"Of course," Hermione said immediately, "you go and ask them to prepare some for you to take away, just say that I told you—those snacks were brought by Mrs. Maxime from France to comfort everyone, they are very fresh and delicious. good."

"This is really good!"

Seeing the other party happily walk out of the tent of the command post, the smile on Hermione's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a trace of anxiety and disappointment.

"Hermione?"

Percy, who was sitting not far away, saw that she was in a bad mood, so he couldn't help calling her with some concern.

"Oh, I'm fine." Hermione waved her hand, "It's just...you heard the news just now. And in this way, not only will the process of clearing the surrounding expansion safe area be greatly slowed down, but also waiting for an opportunity to occupy Birmingham City plans are also greatly delayed. And—”

"...Your plan to go to Winchester must be given up temporarily." Percy took over the conversation and reminded intentionally.

"I know," Hermione sighed, "don't worry! I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know what's important... don't say I can't ignore the safety of Harry and the others, even if I really have the ability to go to Winchester alone, In this situation, I will first weigh my own strength.”

"Ok,

That... that's good. "Although Percy originally planned to persuade her not to go, after hearing Hermione's promise, he didn't know what to say for a while.

After the two of them were silent for a while in the empty tent, Hermione gestured to Percy and said:

"Go and inform everyone! Allocate time to each team leader... Next, in short, let's strengthen the defensive work first! We will discuss the rest later."

After all, she simply put aside the marching plan that she was still drawing up before, rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes for a nap.

Percy turned his head slightly before going out, seeing her posture, he couldn't help sighing secretly:

"It's really becoming more and more like McClain."

...

"A door that can't be opened?"

In the depths of the Forbidden Forest next to Hogwarts Castle, more than a dozen wizards were facing a suspicious huge stone door, and no one knew what to do.

Charlie, who came here riding the fire dragon Nobeta, had just arrived here, and after hearing a brief explanation from the old wizard Aslan, he finally understood what happened to the shock wave just now.

It turned out that this old wizard, who was about the same generation as Dumbledore, was really powerful. The spell used to test Shimen was so powerful that it was definitely not something ordinary wizards could cast.

It's a pity that even old Aslan couldn't do anything about the huge stone door inlaid in the mountain before him.

"Judging from the result of the blow just now, I don't need to try again, because I probably can't break the protective magic on it with all my strength." The old knight shook his head and said, "Although...... It's really disturbing to have something hidden."

And until now, Charlie on the dragon's back hesitated and said:

"Old sir, about this door... I may know something."

"Oh?" Aslan heard that, he immediately asked, "What do you know? Can you tell me?"

"Of course," Charlie nodded, "but I'm just guessing... I remember that my younger brother seemed to mention it before, saying that McLean often ran into this mountain forest for a while, and then he didn't know where he came from. A large group of wild elves were brought in, and they were arranged to live in the Forbidden Forest. So I thought, this door may have been made by McLean, and the settlement buildings in front of this stone gate are probably those small The elves transformed the tribe of the centaurs and made it out!"

"Mr. McLean?" The old wizard looked at Shimen and nodded slightly, "Well, maybe it is true. But...'wild elf'? What is that?"

"I don't really understand their ins and outs," Charlie spread his hands, "but I have seen them—maybe they were the tribe before the house elves became 'household'? Anyway, they look very imaginative, and their magical talents are amazing !"

"So that's how it is," the old wizard said immediately after hearing the words, "Mr. McLean has more and more miraculous things... Did he find it from some wilderness?"

Having said that, he patted the Shimen in front of him casually, and felt the shaking hand back from Shimen again. Then he turned around, waved at the others and said:

"Let's go! We should go back...Since it is Mr. McLean's handwriting, I don't think we need to worry too much. Let's go back and continue repairing the castle!"

Before he finished speaking, he greeted Charlie in a friendly manner, and took the lead to return to the forest.