Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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The same survivors who escaped from the fog of London had almost the same conditions for being seriously injured and dying, but the symptoms of the two sides were completely different.

Among them, there must be some problems.

On this basis, Maca seemed to be particularly concerned about the two survivors in Spiral Town, and even arranged a special observation room for them.

Now that I think about it this way, most of it is not meaningful.

"But... why?"

Why are the symptoms of the two survivors different?Why does Maca care so much about the two people in the observation room?Such questions secretly accumulated in Hermione's heart.

"Could it be that the two ladies in the observation room are special, and the key to solving this living corpse disaster lies in them?"

In fact, Maca had said something similar, but only now did Hermione look at it again.

Because as far as the current situation is concerned, the reason why Maca pays special attention to them is obviously not just because they are survivors out of the fog, but because... even among the survivors, they are special.

As for the special law, perhaps only Maca knows.

"Me too...at least this should have been thought of long ago!" Hermione pursed her lips and thought with a little annoyance. "There are not only those two who meet the criteria of'seriously injured and dying survivors', aren't they? "

To be honest, Hermione’s thinking time did drag a bit longer this time, so long that the wizard who didn’t dare to disturb her at will finally couldn’t help but speak again:

"Miss Granger?"

That's right, this man who once learned his father to become a dark wizard, today is indeed determined to stay here with his father.But he asked for death himself, more so as to exchange his wife and children with Hermione and the others.

To put it bluntly, he still wanted Miss Granger, who was obviously the leader at a young age!

Hearing the other party calling herself, Hermione put those thoughts to the bottom of her heart for a while, and then turned her head to look at the old man on the bed again.

"Can't it move?" she asked.

"Yes," the other party nodded, "The potion I made with my brain racked my brain and successfully killed my father, but...presumably Miss Granger, you smelled it when you came in? This kind of anti-curse potion. It's an aerosol. With my father's current state, he will definitely die once he leaves."

Upon hearing the words, Hermione frowned and thought for a while.

"Granger, how is the situation?"

Suddenly, the somewhat chatty teammate also appeared at the door.But soon she was busy covering her nose and mouth, and immediately stopped walking into the room.

"Oh, Merlin's beard... what does it smell like?"

Hermione, who was thinking, didn't care about her appearance. After thinking about it again, she suddenly touched her beaded handbag and said:

"Let's do it! You will speed up the preparation of more potions, and when the preparations are made, I will use my bag to transfer your father away... Although the space in this bag is not large, it is fine to squeeze one or two people. "

While she was talking, she turned to:

"While you are making potions, we will first take away your family members downstairs. When you are ready, immediately let the Muggle soldiers guarding below tell me—"

"Then I will go first."

As she discovered something more important to her in the middle, she apparently became a little rushed.

Fortunately, the difficulties involved in moving both families away did not seem to be as great as imagined.

As she walked downstairs, she frowned slightly.

"So, isn't it a very important thing for Maca to let us stay there as a guard? Now we are leaving one by one, and only Ron is left in the observation room. This is a self-explanatory decision. Will it have any bad influence on Maca's plan?"

Hermione originally thought it was a pretty good idea for her to call for volunteers to come to Faversham.But right now, the affirmation in her heart gradually began to shake.

Not long after, she was seen pushing out the doorway downstairs, and then immediately gestured to the Auror who followed.

"Just move the people downstairs first, and the two in the upper room will be a little later..." After that, she turned to the Muggle soldier and said, "Leave them here for a while. connection."

"Ok."

Seeing the other party nodded in response, Hermione, who had explained the task, immediately took out a flying broomstick from her handbag and immediately straddled it.

"I'll leave it to you here. I'll go back first-there is an emergency and I need to notify the spiral town."

Before she finished her words, she saw her kicking her feet, flying quickly into the sky under the surprised gaze of the Muggle soldiers not far away, and flew away in a blink of an eye.

"Ah! Broom...this is the witch!" A soldier couldn't help sighing.

...

Hermione obviously paid attention to the differences in symptoms shown by the survivors, and even suspected her decision to go to Faversham.

On the contrary, it was guessed that Hermione would most likely go to the rear to support the civilian transfer operation of Maca, but it seemed that the focus was not in the observation room of New Saint Mungo.

"Kingsley, is the transfer of Faversham town going smoothly? Is there any news?"

"Well, the information from Lupin seems to be going well, and the efficiency is quite high."

On the battlefield, Maca is still fighting hard—although the results are not brilliant, and the speed of the army of corpses is indeed increasing, with the help of the volunteer team, it seems that time should be too late.

Therefore, Maca seemed to be very satisfied with the assistance initiated by Hermione.

Perhaps, just as Hermione had thought, only Maca himself knew what was going on with the two survivors in the observation room.

"Then I have to work harder!"

After a brief pause, he dashed forward again, rushing into the group of living corpses that were still like mountains and seas at a faster speed than before.

Needless to say, the battle continues.Even when the people along the way had all migrated, this extraordinary magic war was still not over.

Rather, when the group of living corpses finally rushed to the side of Spiral Town, the intensity of the war had reached its peak.

"Hailbo--"

As the group of living corpses was constantly shuttled, Maca let the ice ridge pass over the enemy's black body again and again, while whispering to himself in his heart:

"Will you come again... No, you will definitely come!"