Chapter 1973 Strange Weymouth
Hurrying all the way from the Yorkshire Dales, we are finally coming back to Weymouth! However, Charlie felt more restlessness and palpitations in his chest.
On the way, he led a group of Hogwarts alumni who were forced to flee. It can be said that they were constantly hiding in Tibet. Endless living corpses crowded the cities, towns, mountains, and fields... You can see them everywhere.
And this brought them great danger and obstacles.
Back then, these wizards had come back deliberately to save this homeland, but now, they have also become a group of pitiful and funny exiles.
Yes, you can't think too much about this matter, because no matter how you think about it, there is always a cruel irony in it. If I think too much, I am afraid that even the little persistence left will be wiped out.
There don't seem to be any enemies in this forest. Everyone, take a rest here and recover your strength. Norbeta and I will go to the front again to see how to go next.
While talking, Charlie looked out of the woods a few more times—this is already the southwestern part of England, and the distribution of living corpses is indeed more sparse than before. It's a pity that due to recent changes, the group of living corpses has become much more active than before. It is not easy to reach Weymouth safely.
And...Charlie suddenly noticed that the movement of the living corpses seemed to become more and more regular as he went south. They...seem to be moving south collectively.
I hope this is just some local coincidence! Charlie thought secretly in his heart.
And at this moment, a wizard who was beside him nodded and said:
Mr. Weasley, thank you for your hard work, remember to be careful.
I know.
Charlie immediately nodded slightly, and then walked out of the woods under the silent gaze of the crowd. After being far enough away from the woods where everyone was hiding, he took out the dragon whistle and blew loudly into the sky.
Roar--
Nobetta, who had been hovering in the air, heard the whistle, and immediately swooped down with her wings folded. When she reached the ground, she flapped her wings and landed in front of Charlie.
Before the surrounding living corpses could immediately encircle him, Charlie skillfully climbed onto Norbeta's back, and let it fly into the air again with his own whistling—there is almost no flying ability here. The living corpse, Nobetta can fly freely.
It's really thanks to you all this time! Charlie patted the side of Norberta's neck, and said loudly in the violent airflow, Although...you still didn't help me deliver the letter to Percy.
That's right, remembering the encounter with the devil in the Yorkshire Dales before, Charlie sent Norberta to Weymouth to deliver the letter. After that, he rode a broom and led everyone on the road, and he didn't meet the returning Norbeta until he was on the way.
However, he soon discovered that the letter that was supposed to be sent to Weymouth was still hanging around Norberta's ankle.
... Forget it, sending letters should not be done by fire dragons, and I can't blame you for that.
And when he heard what he said, Norbeta, who was gliding forward, turned her head, glanced at him and let out a low growl.
Obviously, Charlie never thought of the reason why Norberta failed to complete the task of delivering the letter. It was not that Norberta did not understand his words. Rather... When Nobetta flew to Weymouth, the recipient had already left this world forever.
Well... it should be fine to go from here, but... there still seem to be a lot of living corpses ahead! Charlie looked down at the several roads below, and began to explore the route seriously, otherwise, try to get them out later. Get away!
It turns out that they are indeed not far from Weymouth. While Charlie was thinking this way, the scene below was becoming more and more familiar, and the front was changed to the vicinity of Yeovil Town.
However, until this moment, Charlie's face finally became tense with the increasingly dense living corpses in front of him.
What's going on... Ah! It's the east side! Following the moving direction of the living corpses, Charlie suddenly saw that the east seemed to be the source of the living corpses in this area.
No! Weymouth—
As if suddenly realizing the answers to many questions, Charlie's face changed drastically—why didn't he think of it? Sudden catastrophe can happen in the Yorkshire Dales, so naturally there is a possibility here in Weymouth, isn't it? Compared with the originally peaceful Yorkshire Dales, Weymouth is obviously more likely to be attacked.
Nobeta, speed up! Speed up!
After being urged by Charlie, Nobeta immediately stopped just spreading her wings and gliding, but flapped her wings again in the wind. The strong airflow made Charlie's skin ripple, but he didn't care about this little thing at all, he only hoped that Norberta could fly faster.
Huh? No. But the more he flew towards Weymouth, the more unexpected scenes Charlie saw, Why is the group of living corpses in chaos again? Oh, yes... there must be resistance on the other side of the defense line. !
Although he didn't know how Percy did it, Charlie gradually became sure that there was an obvious force in the Weymouth camp that was counterattacking the horde of living corpses.
To be honest, this is not something that the defensive forces he knows can do-it can be seen that there are many individuals who have evolved in the crowd of living corpses, which is not something that ordinary living corpses can handle enemy. Relying on the original layout of the camp's several lines of defense, Charlie felt that it was already pretty good to be able to barely withstand the pressure of the attack from the living corpses, so how could he possibly launch an attack on his own initiative?
And it was just like this that Charlie, who was a little surprised and grateful at the same time, finally changed his face again when he saw another scene in the distance.
It was a black flame like a sea wave, with a jet-black pillar of fire interspersed with each other, attacking the living corpse.
It can be seen that among those black flames, sometimes there will be a few hazy figures flashing away. They can move freely and flexibly in it, and the terrifying black flame doesn't seem to cause any damage to them, but is also their friend.
Thanks to the recent thinning of the fog, otherwise, Charlie would have to get closer to see these situations clearly.
It's just...Although Charlie also wanted to know who those figures were, what he wanted to know more now was what happened to the Weymouth camp?
Where are the three lines of defense? And what about the camp behind? Is this really Weymouth ahead? Where have Percy and all the wizarding teams gone?
What the hell happened here...?
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