Chapter 2192 small injury

The distance between the Burrow and Granger's camp was actually not that far away, but with the English Channel separating them, it seemed like two worlds.

About Arthur and the others going to Granger's camp, about Professor McGonagall leading the teachers and students ashore in Genoa, about Lupine trying to make a new Marauder's map...During this time, outside events happened Many things, but Hermione and the others obviously have no way of knowing.

It seemed that other people outside would not know that the Burrow was going through a very dangerous defensive war right now.

The coming of the army of living corpses has become more violent.

To be honest, even Hermione, who is currently grasping the overall battle situation in the stronghold, doesn't know what the next battle will look like.

Under the arrogant will of the demon behind him, the speed of attack of the living corpses is still accelerating. But even so, they are still not in the slightest disorder, but the frequency and number of self-explosions rushing to the barrier have increased significantly.

Delphi and the others have already returned to the battlefield—whether they have had enough rest or not, they must return to the battlefield, and together with Safina, Neville and others in the barrier, reduce the number of enemies as much as possible.

Harry came a little later, which was requested by Delphi. After all, once the demon appeared, he would become the main force against the demon.

However, if the stronghold does not last until the moment when Arrogance appears, all plans will be meaningless.

So Harry still came with a sword in hand, and every sword was bound to gain something. Even if the efficiency is a little lower compared to Delphi, Bulova, Safina and others, but now, the fewer living corpses that rush straight to the barrier and explode themselves, the better.

And then... Harry got hurt.

boom--

At that moment, Harry spotted a living corpse and swooped down as usual, using the Quidditch technique called Lonski's feint, he suddenly pulled up when he was about to rush into the pile of living corpses. , while swinging the sword.

This flying movement is not easy. When he was practicing on the field, even though he was very talented in Quidditch, he would often fall with a black nose and a bruised face.

However, because of the hard training in the past, Harry is now more proficient in using it. Every time the sword is swung, it is at the closest position to the living corpse, and it is closed at the touch of a finger, ensuring that he will not be involved in the subsequent self-destruction.

Unfortunately, the situation on the battlefield is extremely complicated.

Accidents can happen everywhere.

This time, probably a seriously injured living corpse fell at the foot of the song target he locked on, and was blocked by other companions, so that Harry didn't expect a self-destruct to dive down before him. happened when.

The explosion of the soul flame does not cause much damage on the physical level, the frightening thing is only the violent impact on the spiritual level. Even though Harry's mental strength was high after being repeatedly sharpened by the sword of Gryffindor, he still suffered a little injury.

Fortunately, Mr. Blois was not far from him at that time. Seeing Harry being blown off his broom by the unexpected explosion, he immediately caught him, saving him from falling directly into the army of living corpses and being killed. The tragedy of the siege ensued.

When Harry woke up from a semi-consciousness, he found that he had been sent back to the room where he had rested before.

Uh……

Harry, who was lying on the broken sofa, shook his dizzy and swollen head, propped up his upper body and glanced at the window—the sky was still so gloomy, and the leaden gray clouds seemed to be pressed down from mid-air at any moment, Everything on the ground was crushed to dust.

From this angle, the battle situation around the stronghold can't be seen, only half of the silver barrier can be seen... At least the second protection of the stronghold has not been broken.

It's just... I don't know how long I have been in a coma.

The rumbling sound can still be heard in the ears, accompanied by the magic brilliance flickering outside the window, the war is still going on. Although he himself was not sure whether the movement next to his ears was the sound of his tinnitus, or the sound of a living corpse exploding itself.

After a short pause, Harry turned over from the sofa and sat up. Seeing a glass of water on the coffee table in front of him, he picked it up and drank a couple of sips to moisten his thirsty throat.

In fact, his injury was not serious, and he should be able to participate in the battle again after resting for a while. But he also understood that this time at least before the devil really showed up, he really had better not go there. It would be the worst if he couldn't make a move when he was needed.

Sighing, Harry got up again holding the Gryffindor sword, and sat down by the window.

This time it can be seen that the battle a little further away is still going on fiercely. Perhaps he did not fall asleep for too long, and the situation on the battlefield has not changed much - there are still so many enemies, and it is still difficult for everyone to resist.

Only the sky seems to be a little darker than before, which proves that even when everyone is not paying attention, time is still passing by talking to itself.

Boom!

In the distance, another huge black flame rose into the sky like an oiled bonfire, probably in the southeast direction of the stronghold. Fortunately, Bulova and Delphi are not there for the time being, and they have not received much impact.

At the same time, a flame flying dragon and a giant ice bird were patrolling back and forth, while spewing flames and cold currents downward.

Which side was the advantage and which side was the disadvantage at the moment, even Harry couldn't tell.

...

While Harry was staring blankly at the battlefield in the room on the west side, Hermione in the east tower was worried about his injuries—the moment Harry was swept by the black flames that exploded just now, she too saw.

After all, the two have been good friends for such a long time, and it is always inevitable to worry about it.

It's just that Hermione doesn't have much time and energy to worry about Harry right now. Due to everyone's all-out resistance, the number of the army of living corpses has at least dropped to three out of ten.

Even though the proportion seems small, but now, just looking at the corpses gradually piled up around the barrier, one can understand that this hell-like scene also shows the results of everyone's struggle.

Not to mention that many of them have already been turned into the ground by Mr. Blois.

But... with so many living corpses piled up around, it also made Hermione feel uneasy. No one can be sure whether these corpses are still of value to the devil.

Or to put it simply, this may simply be the backhand left behind by that arrogance.

Hermione has already started to think about how to get those living corpses away from around the stronghold - no matter where they go, it's better than just piled up around.

It seems...it's going to rain? Hermione looked up at the sky and muttered a little uncertainly.

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