Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Perhaps Luna knew some of what happened to Maca at the British Ministry of Magic, but Hermione obviously had no way of knowing.  Also, she may not have the time to know now.  Belgium, the dinner palace last night.  After a night of noisy, the usual tranquility has been restored here. It was early morning, and there was no one else except some wizards who were cleaning up.  At the back door of the palace, Hermione, who had just rushed back from Weymouth, was hurriedly talking with Mrs. Maxim and the old butler of Blois. "Mr. Butler, Mrs. Maxim," Hermione was weakly supporting the wall because of the excessive use of gravity rules, but the speed of her speech was not reduced at all. "There has been a tide of living corpses in Weymouth. The current situation Some are serious...Although I temporarily used some means to temporarily stop them from advancing, it is by no means a long-term choice. Judging by the situation on the scene, I think the Muggle army may be more suitable to deal with the current situation. "   "Muggle army?" When Maxim heard this, he frowned, "More reliable than magic?"    "Yes," Hermione said seriously, "Leave aside the future, just say this time--this Most of the living corpses in this tide of living corpses are of the ordinary kind. It is simply a matter of quantity. Harry and the others have been there for a while. Judging from the results of the battle, Muggle weapons can be used against them. It causes effective damage." If it is an army composed of batches of evolved corpses, the Muggle army must be difficult to deal with, but ordinary corpses are another matter entirely. A Muggle army with a large number of weapons of mass destruction can, to a certain extent, make up for the disadvantage of a small number of wizards.  In the absence of Mr. Blois, asking the Muggle military for assistance should be a very effective solution. "I see," the old butler thought for a while, nodded quickly, "I went to meet the president, it was reasonable, I think he would agree, but—"    he pondered a little. Then he asked naturally:    "Miss Granger, where is the Patriarch? He...hasn't he come back?"