Chapter 1952 The Strength of Old Hufflepuff

Mr. Weasley, if I'm not mistaken... I think I may understand why Mr. McLean wants to kick us out of Hogwarts.

Suddenly, the old knight's words made Charlie startled, and he realized something.

You mean to say that these living corpses bowed in the direction of Hogwarts?

He hesitated for a moment, but frowned again and shook his head.

But... old sir, if Maca knew what was going to happen, why didn't he just tell us? The way he looked at that time, it was really... Honestly, if I hadn't been convinced that it was indeed Marca at the time. Ka, right now I even want to suspect that all of this might be caused by Hai Erbo's control!

Of course, the possibility you mentioned is not ruled out, old Aslan said with a serious face, and compared to you, I haven't even met that little Mr. McLean before—just because everyone They all seem to think that he is very reliable, so I am more inclined that he may have some difficulties and deliberately choose to keep us away from Hogwarts by driving us away in an alienated attitude.

Ok.

Charlie nodded slightly, but didn't know how to answer the question.

In short, thinking about it now, it seems that there is really nothing in our north except for Hogwarts... Even Hai Erbo should be in London. To be honest, we actually have reasons to think that the latter may also be Already headed to Hogwarts!

And what happened at Hogwarts? Charlie wondered, Could it be that Maca fought him again at Hogwarts?

Perhaps!

The old wizard's inference is indeed very reasonable, and in fact, he has indeed guessed part of it. It's a pity that he couldn't guess some of the most core and most secret things.

And just as the two were talking softly here, and the other wizards were busy adding protection to the camp, suddenly, there was another terrifying breath from the north that made people feel chills.

At the same time, a thunder-like bang suddenly swept across the camp along with the slight tremor of the ground, making everyone's hearts jump again.

Living corpses! It's a group of living corpses coming!

Shouts suddenly sounded from the north, but soon everyone discovered that

It's not as simple as a living corpse.

No, not only living corpses, but also—

Boom!

The sorcerer who used the amplifying spell to warn on the temporary watchtower near the edge of the camp didn't even have time to speak, and everyone saw a black figure as tall as a giant suddenly appearing from the fog in the north, and slammed into it fiercely. On the protective spell barrier supported by dozens of male and female wizards.

Just this one, the translucent barrier immediately shattered inch by inch.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone finally saw the specific appearance of that terrifying figure—it was a huge humanoid monster with pitch-black body, knotted muscles, and two long horns growing on its head. The thick arms, ferocious face and scarlet eyes all make people shudder.

However, its frightening appearance is not the most important thing. The key is that it rushed straight into the camp and began to wreak havoc, trampling on the tyrannical posture of a group of wizards, which made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Retreat! Retreat immediately!

Just in the blink of an eye, many wizards died under its ruthless trampling on the north side of the camp, and even if some people could still grit their teeth and try to fight back with their wands, the curse fell on their bodies as if they were just tickling them. There is no possibility of even scratching the skin.

Seeing this scene, old Aslan immediately understood that this was no longer an enemy they could deal with. Not to mention, there are still many living corpses frantically pouring in at the gap broken by it, and there are even many individuals who seem to have evolved.

Go south, don't hesitate, go immediately!

While shouting, he was about to move forward, and when he saw that Charlie seemed to be following, he immediately pushed him back.

You go too!

But--

Charlie wanted to argue, but was glared at by old Aslan. At this moment, the old wizard is no longer as lazy as usual, and seems to have suddenly become a lot more dignified.

There is only one person responsible for attracting its attention. Go away... If possible, go and take Little Kate away from the UK! Judging from the current situation, this place is no longer a place for people to stay!

The old wizard held his wand tightly, turned his head and ran towards the tall figure, and couldn't help sighing softly:

It seems that we have far underestimated the horror of this disaster!

Old Sir—

Charlie hesitated at the spot for a moment, but when he thought of old Aslan's last mention of Kate, he had no choice but to turn around with difficulty, and rode on a broom to cover the others from the chasing crowd of living corpses and retreated to the south.

When he turned back on the way, he saw that the old wizard had already stood in front of the huge demon-like figure and swung the wand in his hand violently.

Chi--

A fiery khaki arc of magic power erupted from the tip of his wand, shooting straight towards the black giant's abdomen. The dazzling brilliance shows its extremely high strength, which shows that the magic level of the old wizard is really not low - it has far exceeded the level that ordinary wizards can achieve.

If you have to make a comparison... perhaps, this old Hufflepuff who is of the same generation as Dumbledore is not much worse than Dumbledore in terms of charms alone.

It has to be said that if he had returned to the UK a few years ago, his strength would definitely have aroused the amazement of many forces-the hidden strong will always be sought after by people, not to mention that he does have the ability to strong The ability to match the term “or”.

But it's a pity that this aspect of his life, which he was best at in his life, has found it difficult to bloom the brilliance that this era should have in this disaster.

Boom!

In the next moment, I saw the black demon suddenly waved his hand, and scattered the arc of magic spell cast by the old wizard. Immediately afterwards, it took a sharp step forward, clenched its huge fist, and slammed down on the place where the old wizard was standing.

Boom—

When a burst of dust splattered, the old wizard narrowly flew backwards out of the range of the opponent's attack through the reaction force of the Flying Sand Curse, and rolled several times on the ground quite embarrassingly.

When he hurriedly got up again, his left hand was already hanging limply by his side, it looked useless.

Not being able to Apparate...is really a bad thing.

The area that had been evacuated from the mist before was only the highland hillside on the opposite side, and the camp was still covered in gray mist, which affected everyone's use of the Apparition Charm.

hiss……

On old Aslan's forehead, fine beads of sweat oozed from the pain of the broken left arm.