Chapter 1947 The Kneeling Crowd

Those Flobber caterpillars that cocooned on the Whomping Willows at Hogwarts are finally becoming butterflies... and it's not just that.

Since the first signs of the disaster, numerous Flobber caterpillar farms around the world have gone awry.

These little guys who have never been able to form cocoons have found suitable places to form cocoons this time after eating all kinds of waste, and for a while, the production of thickeners in those farms has plummeted. It's just because of the frequent disasters throughout Europe after that, so that everyone has no mind to take care of such trivial matters.

In this day and age, however, it is evident that certain legends that were once household names are almost unknown.

"The migration of Flobber caterpillars into butterflies is a harbinger of impending disaster. Their appearance at this time means...the worst thing has happened."

Delphi watched the group of gray butterflies fly by in the distance, feeling the uneasiness rising in his heart, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear clearly.

"Yes, that's right... Although the process may be different, the result is the same. In fact, nothing has changed. That nightmarish future has finally come."

"Delphi, what's the matter?"

Seeing that she was just standing there, muttering to herself as she watched the butterflies gradually departing towards the south, Willie couldn't help calling her again.

And it wasn't until this moment that Delphi finally came to his senses.

"Well... no, nothing." She shook her head and said, "It's just... a little worried all of a sudden, and always felt that something terrible might happen."

"Oh," Willie put down the flower pot in her hand, nodded and said, "I seem to have a similar feeling."

...

In fact, so far, except for Delphi, who is rather special, other wizards outside the UK may at most suddenly feel uneasy. But as for the people in the UK, their uneasiness can be seen with the naked eye.

"Mr. Weasley, something new has happened to the group of living corpses outside! They... oh, I think you'd better come out and see for yourself!"

At the door of the tent of the command office in the Weymouth camp, a wizard guard rushed in from the outside in a hurry, saying so with a serious face.

And Percy, who was flipping through the information behind the desk at the moment, heard,

He stopped the action at hand immediately, and with some doubts, but resolutely withdrew from the chair and stood up.

"What happened to the living corpse?"

As he asked, he followed the other party out of the tent and went all the way to the defense line outside the camp. Soon he saw that Charlie had come here too.

And when he really saw the actions of the group of living corpses outside the defense line, he finally understood why the guard insisted on him just watching.

Because, the movement of the group of living corpses is really a bit incomprehensible.

I saw those living corpses who had just calmed down a little after a movement not long ago, but now they were all facing the north inexplicably, kneeling down on the ground one after another. Since there were already a lot of living corpses, this scene immediately made people feel a little nervous.

After all, you must know that these living corpses always look like walking corpses on weekdays, and they will never do anything that makes people think they have wisdom.

But now, looking at their pious appearance like believers kneeling down to gods, people even dare not try it easily.

However, a few more courageous wizards on the defensive line couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly waved their wands, and released a powerful crushing curse at the living corpses lying on the ground.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a cracking sound, the back of the hit ordinary living corpse was immediately torn apart, and the black-gray rotten flesh and blood splashed all of a sudden.

However, the living corpse who clearly hadn't lost the ability to move did not turn around and run towards this direction at all as usual. Seeing that it didn't seem to care about this attack at all, it still knelt tightly on the ground, almost motionless.

"He didn't even respond to being attacked," Charlie was also holding his wand, standing by the line of defense, wondering, "What happened?"

Obviously, the more unresponsive these living corpses are, the weirder they will feel. Coupled with the uneasiness that surged in my heart when I saw the group of big moths flying by not long ago, at this moment, everyone couldn't help feeling more and more anxious.

"Percy, look at them all kneeling towards the north. I think something must have happened there... Otherwise, Norberta and I will go and have a look first?"

"Well... okay," Percy pondered for a moment, then nodded his head and said, "But be careful, if you find anything unusual, don't approach it lightly, let alone do it—by the way, didn't you say before, then Is this old Mr. Aslan taking people down in the Yorkshire Dales? If you don't find anything conclusive when you get there, don't go any further north, but come back!"

"okay, I get it."

Charlie nodded in understanding, and then he took out the dragon whistle and blew, summoning the fire dragon Nobetta to fly him into the sky.

"Mr. Weasley, what about us?"

Hearing the question from several guards around him, Percy hesitated for a moment, and finally waved his hand and said:

"Before they fight back, you can try to clean up a batch first. But you still have to pay attention, if there is any accident, immediately withdraw to the camp... Do you understand?"

Having said that, he turned around and walked back, adding:

"I'm going to inform Mrs. Maxim of the changes here now."

Thinking that Mr. Blois was in Beauxbatons right now, Percy felt that the other party might know something about this weird situation.

Not long after, he returned to the tent and immediately picked up the quill and wrote a letter in a hurry, which was sent to France.

However, not many people in this world know about the omen of the Flobber Gray Butterfly or the truth about the crowd of living corpses kneeling down. Although the Bulova family has a long history and relatively more inheritance from ancient times, but such a thing that has not been mentioned for thousands of years, even if there are some records in the ancient books of the family, he may not be able to notice it.

Percy watched the letter being taken out of the tent by the wizard who delivered it, and then he put down the pen in his hand, and sat behind the table with a serious expression, thinking for a while. After staying for a while, he got up and left the tent again, and rushed to the defense line again.

Needless to say, because the situation this time was so abnormal, he could no longer sit still in the camp. If he didn't keep an eye on the spot, he was afraid that something unexpected would happen that he couldn't deal with in time.

"Ginny, Ron... when will you come back?"

Looking at the crowd of living corpses kneeling on the ground outside, Percy couldn't help thinking so.

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