Chapter 1901 Shouldn't Come Back

Sir, by this evening, some important areas of the main castle should have been rebuilt. Although our protective magic is definitely not comparable to the original one, everyone has tried their best to set up multiple magic spells for defense and daily maintenance. In addition, some of us discussed it and hoped to temporarily transform the Quidditch field into a place for cultivating devil's nets—some of them were in charge of the research and cultivation of mutant devil's nets in Africa, and they might be able to help us. Bringing an effective large-scale defense capability..."

In the newly renovated headmaster's room at Hogwarts, a wizard was reporting the current reconstruction progress and wartime preparation plan to old Aslan.

Although Hogwarts, which is located in the extreme north of the UK, has not been involved in the direct invasion of living corpses, it is always necessary to take precautions. Right now, after they contacted the Weymouth camp and obtained some very valuable information, they have already begun to make various preparations for the war they will eventually participate in.

And among them, it even included the selection of some wizards who were good at fighting to carry out targeted training according to the information about the living corpses that Percy had given at the beginning.

After hearing the other party's report, old Aslan nodded immediately.

"Jones and the others, right? I know...it's okay! Anyway, before peace is restored, Quidditch matches will definitely be impossible. But let them be careful, the mutated devil's net is too aggressive, don't hurt themselves."

"Okay, I will tell them." The wizard ticked off the palm-sized notebook in his hand, and then continued, "Also, a new emergency contact has been sent from the Weymouth camp. It is said that Miss Granger's original plan to retake Birmingham City has been put on hold for the time being, and let us hold our ground and wait for news."

"Huh?" Old Aslan touched his white beard subconsciously when he heard it, and said with some doubts, "According to the previous information, now should be the best time..."

He thought for a moment, then nodded again.

"...But it's not wrong to make more preparations. After all, it's not difficult to regain Birmingham. How to hold on afterwards is the biggest problem." He said, "You can reply to the letter later and say that we will fully cooperate with their actions. Reassure them."

"I see," the wizard responded, and finally said, "Besides—Mr. Charlie Weasley said before he went out on patrol this morning that he would increase the scope of his patrol today. Won't be back at lunchtime, so let's not wait for him."

"Oh, really?" Old Aslan couldn't help smiling when he heard that, "It's really hard for him, remember to leave a lunch for him, and eat it when he comes back."

"Of course." Fang Fu also laughed, "To be honest, with him and his fire dragon Norbetta around these days, everyone can be more relieved - after all, it is a genuine adult Norwegian Ridgeback, one person and one dragon You can directly save two patrol teams! In addition, the wizards he brought are all good hands, which is really reassuring."

After finishing speaking, he greeted old Aslan, and left the principal's office to continue working on other things.

Old Aslan watched him leave, then put on his glasses and lowered his head, and continued to consider the cooperation plan with the Weymouth camp.

This time they received the news that the plan had been put on hold, so their preparations had to be done again, at least the extra time had to be more reasonably allocated to various operations.

Especially the training of combatants - originally after the Union Army at Weymouth recaptured Birmingham,

He also plans to spare some people to go there.

At that time, if Birmingham can really stabilize in the center of southern England, then their experience in resisting the attack of living corpses will become the treasure of this war of resistance, and it is worth learning for everyone who sacrificed their lives to break into this torrent.

It can be said that Hermione's plan to recapture Birmingham is actually a bold pilot plan, and it is for this reason that many people admire it.

However, it is obviously not advisable to be brave and foolhardy. At this time, she chose to wait and see, and old Aslan felt that it was okay.

It's a pity that it turned out that he was thinking too much, and what happened next made him feel a little unexpected.

"Crack."

Suddenly, the door of the principal's office was opened again, and the wizard who had just left just now rushed in from the outside in a hurry.

"Old Sir, outside...outside..."

"What's the matter?" Seeing the panting appearance of the other party, old Aslan couldn't help getting up and said, "Don't worry, take a few breaths first, and speak slowly."

"No, no... I don't have time to catch my breath," the other party waved his hand indiscriminately, and then pointed to the direction of the vestibule outside the window, "A young man appeared on the lawn with a young girl and a middle-aged wizard. Come here from the castle, the protective spell we arranged has no effect on him at all... Moreover, he still claims to be Maca McLean."

"McLean?"

Hearing this, old Aslan hurriedly walked two steps, went to the window and looked out, but unexpectedly, a pair of eyes from below the castle also happened to meet him and met his eyes.

What kind of eyes are those?

Deep, calm, and even a little cold, just a pair of eyes can make people ignore his appearance and appearance in an instant. The unparalleled sense of presence is definitely the kind that will never be forgotten after seeing it once.

Perhaps people who are familiar with Maca will not have such an abrupt feeling when they see him now. But people who saw him for the first time would definitely be captured by his eyes, without exception.

There is no doubt that the changes in Maca are quite obvious.

"Notify everyone, put down the work at hand and gather in the auditorium."

Before he finished speaking, old Aslan disappeared at the window, leaving only his last words still echoing in the newly rebuilt, still somewhat empty principal's room.

...

"Maka, who are these people? Didn't you say that there is no one in the school?"

Willie followed Maca's footsteps and walked lightly on the flat grass, looking at the Hogwarts Castle that was being rebuilt in front of her with some confusion.

"I don't know exactly who it is," Maca shook his head, looking at the witches and wizards gathered at the door, and casually said, "I just know...it shouldn't be 'bad guys'. Oh, some of them are still wearing Hogwarts clothes." The hospital uniforms should all be former students who have already graduated from the school!"

As he was speaking, he couldn't help but sighed slightly.

"Unfortunately, they shouldn't have come back here."

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