Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The attack of the army of living corpses continued.And the fact seems to be just as Delphic's guess at the time, the crisis of the Black Flame Vortex was just the beginning.

After that, there have indeed been several mass explosions in the group of living corpses, and a black flame soaring to the sky was set off in front of the protective barrier of the stronghold.And the location of its outbreak seems to be found arbitrarily, north, east, southeast... wherever there are a lot of living corpses, it can happen everywhere.

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

However, during the defense war so far, what surprised the wizards in the stronghold most was not the series of threatening changes in the army of living corpses.

"Do you know? I thought Miss Granger and the others used the ancient magic text to make this formation very powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful! Look, the protective barrier doesn't know what it is. What kind of magic, it actually blocked the living corpses out, and even self-detonation didn't work... Oh, Merlin, I knew I would learn ancient magic literature."

Since the number of living corpses outside has already increased to a certain extent, several groups of wizard volunteers in charge of long-range attacks in the stronghold cast spells toward the outer edge of the barrier while even whispering.

And the topic they were talking about was naturally related to the current battle in Metropolis.

Hearing the awe and emotion of the younger wizard in front, a middle-aged witch who seemed to be of British origin suddenly shook her head.

"It's useless for you to learn it for a lifetime!" She said, "Most of you are from other countries, so it may not be very clear. The ancient magic texts that Miss Granger and the others learned were those of Mr. McLean who studied ancient magic. What is compiled from various materials and classics is not the same thing as the rune studies we know!"

"Oh? Mrs. Hosting, do you know so? By the way, you are also a British wizard... Tell us more about it?" another witch urged.

"Well, cough... Actually, I don't know it very well. You know, I haven't returned to China for a long time before-I just asked the little girl from the Weasley family a few words a while ago." That was called. Said for Mrs. Hosting’s witch, “Listen to her, that Mr. McLean taught this ancient magic literature when he was a professor at Hogwarts, and even the textbooks were written by himself... Oh, it’s a pity , There have been too many turbulences in the past few years, and now more and more...

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

"If this disaster comes later, so that he can have time to teach students at Hogwarts for a few years, maybe this world will be a different look now!"

"Speaking of which...where is Mr. McLean now?"

In the team, a certain wizard said subconsciously, but everyone was silent.Soon, these wizards finally stopped talking, and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to casting spells against the damn living corpses outside.

At about the same time, the Granger Camp on the other side of the strait ushered in a few unexpected but reasonable guests.

...

Because there was no way to contact Hermione and the others at the Burrow, the things that Bill had to deal with had been much less recently.

If there is no news from the UK, he does not need to send information to the rear; if there is no enemy attack, he does not need to assemble a team to fight.

Even the Dutch side quieted inexplicably. Although they were also occupied by living corpses, they strangely stayed within the borders of the country-needless to say, there must be some will restricting their actions.It's a pity that even though some forces sent people to enter the country for investigation at the beginning, not even one came out again. As the number of times increased, not many people dared to enter.

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

So, Bill has been very idle in recent days... it was a kind of restless leisure.

"Da, da, da...pop."

Today, he wanted to send a letter to the headquarters of the Federation, but he stabbed the tip of the pen gently on the parchment for a while, only to realize that he didn't seem to know what to ask for, so he finally put the pen back in casually. In the ink bottle.

"I don't know Mr. Akinbad and Luna, they--"

After thinking about the Luna group who insisted on going to the other side and trying to return to the Burrow, Bill shook his head a little upset.Immediately, he stood up on the table, ready to go outside and take two steps to relax.

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

In fact, Bill knew in his heart that sometimes, just worrying about doing things can make more mistakes, and occasionally stopping to see the situation may not be unnecessary.

However, this feeling of being full of unknown ahead is indeed too torturous.

However, when he frowned slightly and walked near the entrance of the tent before he had time to get out, he opened the curtain first.

"Mr. Weasley, outside—"

Before he could finish speaking, the guard saw Bill close at hand.Because the distance was too close, he was also taken aback, and subconsciously let go of the hand that raised the curtain and backed out.

Naturally, Bill was stunned, and after a short pause, he pulled out the curtain and walked out.

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

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

This poor guard probably didn't have a chance to finish his sentence today, as it was just now, and it is the same this time.Seeing that Bill stopped talking with him immediately after hearing the word "father", he raised his leg and walked quickly past him.

"I see...Thank you."

Not long after, Bill quickly came to the entrance, and before he could get closer, he had already seen the figure that was too familiar to be familiar.

Because of the angle, the other party didn't seem to see Bill for the time being, but was looking at the injured camp on the opposite hillside with some curiosity.

It's just that Bill's legs, which were walking fast when they came here just now, seem to have suddenly rusted every joint and can't move.

"……dad."

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