Chapter 1949 Yorkshire Dales

The Yorkshire Dales are a region of valleys in central England.

To be honest, due to the wide field of view and few trees, it is actually not a good place for defense during wartime. But obviously, there is still a reason for old Aslan to choose this place.

Because at least before today, this valley was a little far away from London, but not too far away. In the case of relatively sparse distribution of living corpses, it was still possible to continue to understand some movements in the south through patrol observation. It can be said that it is not only safe enough, but also has the convenience of obtaining intelligence.

In addition, there is a city of Birmingham between London and London. If Weymouth still has a plan to recapture the latter, they can provide some assistance in a more convenient and timely manner here.

However, no matter how sophisticated old Aslan's strategic planning was, it could not be worth an accident that almost no one could have predicted.

Oh no! In fact, certain crises seemed to have been foreseen by someone—otherwise, old Aslan and his fellow Hogwarts alumni would not have been forced to move to the Yorkshire Dales.

"Old Sir, we have tested the living corpses kneeling on the hillside outside the camp in various ways, but there is no response at all."

"Then let's start cleaning! Let's start from the south side first... In addition, separate out a team of people, ride a broom and keep an eye on the sky above the top of the north slope, and come and report immediately if there is any abnormality."

"Okay, I'll let everyone know."

After coming to the valley and confirming the place to stay, old Aslan made people focus on arranging protection, so that the area they currently use for living and discussing affairs is still very simple.

Just like right now, even though this is still a commanding tent, it is also a resting place for old Aslan.

Sometimes he was obviously talking about some very serious things, but when he turned his head, he would see the old man's bed and various daily necessities. Even if the old man didn't care about anything, it would inevitably make some people who came in to listen to the task feel a little embarrassed.

Seeing that the wizard couldn't help turning his head back before leaving, and glanced at his somewhat messy bed, old Aslan shook his head after all, and simply hid the bed with a wave of his wand.

Then, he frowned and paced back and forth in the tent.

"Something must have happened in the north."

Old Aslan said secretly in his heart.

But what happened? As soon as he started to think about this question, he suddenly felt that the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

And obviously, if so many living corpses can be made to bow down automatically, what happened over there will never be a trivial matter. In order to ensure the safety of the alumni who followed him to the greatest possible extent, it should be necessary to be ready to evacuate at any time.

But the problem is that if they retreat immediately when they encounter possible danger, what is the point of them taking the risk to come here?

He was thinking and weighing, when suddenly he heard footsteps coming from far and near outside, and he ran over here in a hurry.

"Old Sir," soon, a wizard in charge of guarding the camp gate opened the curtain at the entrance of the tent, "We saw Mr. Weasley coming, you know—with his dragon .”

Hearing this, old Aslan frowned and nodded.

"It seems that the same situation happened to the group of living corpses in the south... Well, I see, please come here... Forget it, let me go out!"

He looked at the messy tent, then raised his legs and walked towards the door, and left here with the wizard who came to inform him.

However, despite the rudimentary nature of the tent, the camp built on the high ground has already made a decent appearance. It's just that most of the people have just left here and went to the southern hillside, so the camp seems a little quiet.

Old Aslan stood by the extinguished large bonfire in the middle, looked up, and happened to see Charlie landing on the open space outside the camp on his fire dragon Nobetta.

Because not long ago, Charlie was still working with this group of alumni, and he even helped out when he came here to set up a camp, and everyone seemed very familiar with him. After saying hello to several wizards at the entrance, he walked straight towards old Aslan through the door.

"Mr. Weasley," the old wizard stepped forward, and immediately asked, "Where is Kate? How is she?"

Ms. Statham, who followed Charlie before, was the granddaughter of the old wizard after all. Seeing that she was not by Charlie's side at the moment, she was a little worried.

"Oh, it's okay. She stayed in Weymouth for the time being. I didn't let her come with me this time." Charlie said, "After all, the reason for the abnormal behavior of the group of living corpses is still unclear."

"Well, it's fine." Old Aslan nodded slightly, and then turned to say, "So, the same thing happened near your Weymouth camp?"

When Charlie heard this, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Actually, what I saw along the way was almost the same scene... It seems that the place where the problem occurred is further north."

"Then... are you going to continue going north?" Old Aslan said, after thinking for a while, he couldn't help adding, "Or, are you planning to go back to Hogwarts?"

"I'd really like to see it again myself, but Percy told me I'd better stop here before I set off from Weymouth. Oh, I think I forgot - Percy is my brother, Acting Commander of Weymouth Camp at present - I have to listen to him now."

"Your brother is right. In this situation, it's better to be careful!"

As he spoke, old Aslan glanced back to the north. It's a pity that the fog blocked his vision, preventing him from seeing anything with reference significance.

After a short pause, he turned around and continued:

"Then I think you'll be returning to Weymouth soon this time... Give me a word by the way! Tell your brother we're here, and if anything changes, I'll send someone right away Pass the news on."

"Okay," Charlie nodded, "Old Sir, then you should be more careful here... Unexpectedly, the north, which was thought to be relatively safe, now seems to have a greater hidden danger. I will as soon as possible Go back and discuss it with Percy, Weymouth has a batch of new reinforcements recently, maybe we can get some people here to strengthen the defense."

"That's good news."

Old Aslan smiled, but the smile didn't stay on his face for too long, but it suddenly became solemn again—at that moment, he suddenly turned his head again, and looked at the camp again with Charlie northern sky.

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