Chapter 2250 Remnant Cocoon

The Whomping Willow thinks he may have been unlucky this year.

Why?

Why do those damn caterpillars have to run on themselves to cocoon? Why are those cocoon threads so tough and firm? And if you say cocooning, then cocooning! Why tie it up like a broken spindle by the way?

I knew that I shouldn't take it seriously at the beginning, and I should have thrown away those little bugs that can only spit while I was still able to move. If I had done that earlier, I wouldn't be so immobile later embarrassing situation?

But the good thing is, it's a tree.

These days, even if it is almost immobile, it does not prevent it from absorbing water and nutrients from the ground. As long as you don't starve to death, and wait until the dead insects on your body break out of the cocoon and leave, then these cocoon threads that trap it will sooner or later become inactive and aging, won't they?

That's right, like now!

When Ms. Kern was standing not far away and looking at this strange tree, she saw that the big tree, which was covered with cocoon threads and hung with empty cocoon shells, suddenly twisted crazily. This scene really looked a little ridiculous, but even Kern would not understand that at least the Whomping Willow was serious—it wanted to get out of trouble, move freely again, and slap all the creatures that tried to get close to it. all over!

"Shhh-"

During the violent twisting, those cocoon threads that were originally full of toughness but now finally began to wither and become brittle were broken and torn, and more and more cocoon threads and cocoon shells fell on the grass under the tree.

Maybe it was because this scene was really strange, even Kern had never seen it before, which made her stay aside and watch quietly with great interest, probably because she wanted to see the result of the tree's struggle.

"Oh, is it a hybrid of 'Madman's Tree' and some other tree? But it is much smaller than the Madman's Tree I saw back then."

After looking at the Whomping Willow and twisting it vigorously for a while, Kern seemed to have searched for information on tree species similar to this magical tree from his long-term memory.

After muttering something like this in ancient Greek, she shook her head hesitantly.

"However, what are these cocoons?" She said to herself, "There are many ways to bind a madman's wood, but using cocoon threads... what kind of insect is this?"

Kern thought about it like this, but he didn't have to figure it out, he was just looking around and thinking about it in his spare time during the walk.

And just as she leaned over to pick up a cocoon shell,

While thinking about it, the Whomping Willow, twitching every piece of paper with all its strength, finally got rid of most of the cocoon threads on its body, leaving only a few entangled hooks hanging on the branches and fluttering in the wind.

However, after such a toss, it obviously consumed too much energy, and the branches were only hanging weakly and trembling slightly. It seemed that the whole tree had no energy.

Kern naturally wouldn't do anything to help it, and the Whomping Willow doesn't really need help anymore, but...

"Ok?"

Ms. Kern looked up and took another look, and suddenly, as if she had discovered something again, she raised her head and let out a little surprise.

From her angle, she could vaguely see that among the not-so-thick branches of the Whomping Willow, there was actually a complete cocoon hanging there alone.

While the bug was still there, Cocoon seemed to be as tenacious as before, stubbornly surviving the crazy dance at the Whomping Willow just now.

But obviously, when there are enough cocoons still alive, they can tightly bind the Whomping Willow to prevent it from moving around. But now, with only one cocoon left, it has become lonely and lonely. When the Whomping Willow regains its strength, it will be pulled off the branch sooner or later.

At that time, it may not be able to survive the strong whip until the day it breaks out of the cocoon.

Kern thought for a while, and felt that the tree probably wouldn't let this little thing go, so he finally raised his hand, took it off the tall branch, and let it gently fall into his palm.

"Think of it as raising a pet to relieve boredom."

The cocoon doesn't look big from a distance, but it's actually not small, and it still weighs a lot in the hand. Kern weighed it lightly, and stopped looking at the trembling and resting Whomping Willow, and walked towards the lake unhurriedly with only this cocoon.

...

Flobber caterpillars cocooning into butterflies is a rarity, so rare that even Kern didn't recognize it. However, the insects break out of their cocoons at different speeds, and it is not uncommon for the large army to fly away, but there are still one or two left behind.

Just like among the living corpses, there are always a few lucky ones like Shabo, because Luna saved it, so it will no longer be involved in some complicated things; A different kind of individual like "greedy" actually wants to kill other people of the same kind in turn.

As for whether Hermione and the others can be considered as an alternative existence among human beings, it's hard to say. They just hope that they are not a minority among the minority, otherwise, this cause of resistance may never see where the future lies.

Of course, what Hermione and the others are more concerned about right now is not this, but... If the lord of the living corpses is really Maca, then what plans does he have now? Why would you rather spend so much time and effort to come up with this cooperation negotiation, but never personally recognize everyone?

Through Luna's previous judgment, Hermione and Delphi reconfirmed the possibility that the Lord of the Living Corpse is Maca. Even though there is still no conclusive evidence to fully prove it, they have already begun to use this judgment as the basis to ponder what Maca encountered during this time.

"Tomorrow, it's time for us to go to England to finish the rest of the discussion, and then maybe we really have to cooperate to deal with those demons." Hermione looked at everyone present and said, "To be safe, I want to divide half of the people here In the past, the remaining people stayed at the camp and made plans for the next step depending on the situation."

After the negotiation, everyone returned to Granger's camp and began to discuss the next action plan.

However, no matter how urgent the situation was, the news that the Lord of the living corpses might be Maca still made everyone feel complicated, and it was difficult to concentrate for a while.

But... yes, after all, the cooperation has not been fully negotiated, and we may have to fight side by side after a long absence. There is always time to figure out some reasons.

And at this moment, Bill who was sitting on the other side suddenly knocked on the edge of the table, frowning with a report in his hand.

"By the way, there is another bad news that must be told," he said solemnly, "The devil really hasn't found anything more, maybe it really is the Lord of the Living Corpse...well, it's Maca I don’t know... In short, the clouds are still spreading from England to France, and have already crossed half of the English Channel—on this issue, I think we must make preparations early!”

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