Chapter 1963 Can't Wait for Rescue

Maca wouldn't contact Percy—or even say, he probably wouldn't contact anyone in this group of friends until he achieved some purpose.

Not to mention anything else, just seeing that he hasn't shown up on his own initiative since this period of time, and even drove Harry and Charlie back one after the other... Although it seems that no one understands his real thoughts and purpose, but It can be seen to some extent that he doesn't seem to want other people to get involved in this disaster at all.

"...I even think that he probably won't have any contact with Mr. Weasley anymore." Delphi looked at Mrs. Maxim with a complex but serious expression, "As far as the current situation is concerned Look, I think he'd be happier if those at Weymouth were forced to abandon camp and get out of England!"

Delphi's questioning immediately made Maxim feel a little speechless-obviously, no matter whether the other party's reasons are sufficient or not, the lie will always make the liar feel more guilty when he is exposed.

"This... I don't know about this."

And until then, Mr. Blois, who was sitting behind the desk, finally spoke again.

"Madam, don't worry about it, I don't think she is suspicious of you... well, I thought about it, maybe someone is secretly obstructing this matter, and deliberately sent you a fake message to use your power to lure me Let's go, lest you have been thinking about pulling me into your resistance alliance—"Blois said, "Speaking of which, you didn't want me to attend the meeting before. Squeeze some restless members of the alliance Is it? I think you could look it up."

"Uh."

To be honest, Blois's speculation was beyond Maxim's expectation, and based on what she just said, Blois's deduction is indeed not impossible.

If it wasn't for the special marking on the urgent letter sent by Percy, after Blois mentioned it now, Maxim might be worried that some people were secretly plotting.

However, the person who sent the letter was indeed Percy Weasley!

"Well, good! I'll investigate." Feeling that he had no reason to continue to persuade the other party to go to Weymouth, Maxim finally nodded and said, "Then...excuse me, both of you."

Having said that, she finally turned around again, and was about to leave Bulova's room full of regrets—since she couldn't convince the other party, it would be better to recall everyone from the Weymouth camp! It's better to reduce casualties as soon as possible.

"Remember to send someone over there to see if there are really living corpses attacking the camp.

"

When she walked out of the room, she heard a reminder of Bulova's "good intentions" from the room behind her. Hearing this, she couldn't help showing a wry smile.

However, after Mrs. Maxim left, a vaguely audible conversation sounded again in the room where the door was closed again.

"Mr. Blois, do you really think that the German Brandt family sent her a false letter?" Delphi had already sat down on the chair near the window, turned to look at Blois and asked. .

Seeing Delphi's inquiry, Blois shook his head and said:

"It seems that the lady has figured it out... Of course not, the Brandt family has been an 'old friend' who has secretly opposed my Blois family for many years. Even if they really want to lure me away from Beauxbatons, they will not Will use this kind of trick that can be exposed in the blink of an eye. So... the attack on Weymouth should be real."

"and you--"

Delphi was a little puzzled when he heard it, but Blois quickly waved his hand and said:

"I just don't want to go, and...to be honest, I don't like the resistance alliance created by Granger and Maxim. If you can't hold on this time, then you should return as soon as possible! Who will do this? all good."

After hearing these two sincere words from Blois, Delphi thought for a while, but just closed his mouth noncommittally, without making any further comments.

She just raised her hand a little, and gently touched the "necklace" hanging on her chest through her clothes, her eyes gradually blurred.

...

The situation at the Weymouth camp has gone from bad to worse. To make matters worse, it seems that many people are no longer optimistic about their actions these days.

Mr. Blois had no hope for them, Mrs. Maxime finally decided to give up, and Maca never contacted them. Even Hermione and others left here.

Coupled with the fact that the defense line was getting tighter and more precarious, and might be breached at any time, all kinds of situations seemed to be urging Percy, telling him to retreat to Granger's camp across the strait as soon as possible.

However, Percy just didn't want to quit!

In fact, Percy had been in charge of Weymouth longer than Hermione, who had formally established the camp, had stayed here. And he spent more energy here than anyone else.

Due to the mistakes he made after graduating from Hogwarts, he suffered the consequences of himself, and because of this, his strength was greatly reduced. Some time ago I finally woke up, but because of my lack of strength, I couldn't even do something to atone for my original self.

Until now, he had finally regained some ability to cast spells, and found a possibility for him to display his abilities here. Percy really put his heart and soul into it.

That's right, in fact, it might be said that he was even more involved in this plan to resist Hai Erbo than Hermione was before!

"Hold on! Keep up the good work! Don't let up—"

At this moment, Percy was no longer behind the line of defense. Because more and more people need to rest, and the vacancies in the defensive line have also increased, he has taken the initiative to go to the first row.

Even if it's just one more person, as long as it can clear up the living corpses faster, the defense line can last longer. If Mr. Blois did come, Percy hoped the line would last at least until his arrival.

"boom!"

Several shattering curses hit a speed zombie that had climbed up the pile of corpses, knocking it into the air, and preventing it from turning over and breaking into the camp. Immediately afterwards, a large number of disappearing spells frequently fell on the ordinary living corpses suppressed and piled up by the gravity trap, reducing the height of the "wall of living corpses" in front of them as much as possible.

Percy waved his wand vigorously, doing the same thing as everyone else.

Scenes like this are constantly being staged, repeated, and cycled around the defense line, but the high wall formed by the accumulation of living corpses is still gradually rising.

Percy knew that they were about to lose their hold, and... Seeing that Mr. Blois hadn't come yet, he probably couldn't come.

"Retreat! Retreat! Leave the dock in an orderly manner..."

In the end, Percy said loudly with great difficulty:

"Give up Weymouth!"