Chapter 2189 Visitor

The attack of the zombie army is still going on. And the fact seems to be just like Delphi's speculation at the time, the crisis of the black flame vortex was just the beginning.

After that, there were indeed several collective self-detonation incidents among the living corpses, and black flames soared into the sky in front of the protective barrier of the stronghold. And the places where it erupts seem to be irregular, north, east, southeast...wherever there are many living corpses, it may happen everywhere.

The danger of this army of living corpses has undoubtedly become greater.

However, during the defensive battle so far, what surprised the wizards in the stronghold the most was not the series of threatening changes in the zombie army.

"You know? I thought that the formation that Miss Granger and the others made with the help of ancient runes was very powerful, but I never expected it to be so powerful! Look, I don't know what the protective barrier is. What kind of magic, it actually keeps those living corpses out, even self-detonation doesn't work... Oh, Merlin, I would have studied ancient magic literature if I knew it back then."

Since the number of living corpses outside had already reached a certain level, several groups of wizard volunteers who were in charge of long-range attacks in the stronghold were throwing spells towards the outer edge of the barrier, and even whispered with kung fu.

And the topics they talked about were naturally mostly related to the battle in front of them.

Hearing the admiration of the younger male wizard in front, a middle-aged witch who seemed to be from England suddenly shook her head.

"It's useless even if you study it all your life!" She said, "Most of you are from other countries, so you may not be very clear about it. The ancient rune that Miss Granger and the others learned is the one that Mr. McLean himself summed up and studied ancient magic. The things that were only compiled from various materials and classics are not the same as the research on runes we know!"

"Oh? Mrs. Hosting, you know so well? By the way, you are also an English wizard... Tell us carefully?" Another witch urged.

"Well, cough...Actually, I don't know much about it. You know, I haven't been back to China for a long time—I just asked the little girl from the Weasley family a few words not long ago." The witch said for Mrs. Hosting, "Listen to her, that Mr. McLean taught this ancient magical literature when he was a professor at Hogwarts, and he even wrote the textbooks... Alas, it's a pity , There have been too many turbulences in the past few years, and now it is getting more and more..."

Having said that, she couldn't help but paused, then shook her head and sighed:

"If this disaster can come later, so that he can have time to teach students at Hogwarts for a few years,

Maybe this world looks different now! "

"By the way... where is Mr. McLean now?"

In the team, a certain male wizard subconsciously said something, but it made everyone fall silent. Soon, these wizards finally stopped chatting, and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to casting spells to deal with those damn living corpses outside.

At about the same time, Granger's camp on the other side of the strait ushered in several unexpected but reasonable guests.

...

Because there is no way to contact Hermione and the others at the Burrow, recently Bill has a lot less things to deal with.

Without news from England, he didn't need to send information to the rear; if there was no enemy attack, he didn't need to gather troops to fight.

Even the Netherlands became inexplicably quiet. Although they were also occupied by living corpses, they stayed within the border strangely—needless to say, there must be a certain will restricting their actions. It's a pity that although some forces sent people in to investigate at the beginning, none of them came out again. As the number of times increased, not many people dared to enter again.

Bill also sent people to the Netherlands, even earlier than many forces. But of course, the result was no different from the others.

So, Bill has actually been very idle these days... a kind of restless idleness.

"Da, da, da... clap."

Today he originally wanted to send a letter to the headquarters of the Federation, but the tip of the pen poked lightly on the parchment for a while, but found that he didn't seem to know what he wanted, so he finally inserted the pen back. into the ink bottle.

"I don't know Mr. Akinbad and Luna—"

Thinking about Luna's party who insisted on going to the other side and trying to return to the Burrow, Bill shook his head with some annoyance. Immediately, he supported the table and stood up, ready to take a few steps outside to relax.

There was no way, because he couldn't think of anything else he could do besides managing the camp well and taking care of the dwindling injuries next door.

In fact, Bill also knew in his heart that sometimes, just focusing on doing things anxiously may make more mistakes, and it may not be unnecessary to stop occasionally to check the situation.

However, this feeling of the unknown ahead is indeed too tortured.

However, just as he frowned slightly and walked near the door of the tent, before he could get out, someone lifted the curtain before him.

"Mr Weasley, outside—"

Before he finished speaking, the guard saw Bill who was close at hand. Because the distance was too close, he was startled, subconsciously let go of the hand that raised the door curtain and retreated.

Bill was naturally taken aback for a moment, and after a slight pause, he opened the curtain and walked out.

"What's the matter? Finish your sentence." He looked at the guard and asked.

"Uh... oh," the other party came back to his senses, quickly turned his head and pointed in the direction of the camp entrance, "some people who said they were looking for you are now at the gate, and one of them claims to be your father... ..."

The poor guard probably didn't have a chance to finish his sentence today, it was the case just now, and it is the same this time. After Bill heard the word "father", he immediately stopped talking to him, and walked quickly past him with his legs raised.

"I see...thank you."

Not long after, Bill quickly came to the entrance, and before he got close, he saw the figure that was so familiar from a distance.

Because of the angle, the other party didn't seem to see Bill for the time being, but just turned his head and looked at the wounded camp on the opposite hillside with some curiosity.

It's just that Bill's legs, which had been moving so fast when they came here just now, suddenly seemed to be rusted in every joint, and they couldn't move at all.

"……dad."

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