How many years haven't such a serious disaster happened?

Yes, at least since the wizards set up the magic world and isolated themselves from Muggles, there have been no such city-level disasters as incapable of hiding.

Even the original Greenward and later Voldemort, they started only the so-called "Wizard War." Even if several wizard wars have affected Muggles in the same way, compared with this London mist disaster, it seems to be insignificant in an instant.

Although there is currently no way to count a series of accurate casualty figures, anyone who has a general understanding of the situation in the city of London, it is not difficult to reach a chilling conclusion.

Up to now, including the enemy and us, the wizard alone has probably killed hundreds of people; and to speak of the Muggle side ... this number may be thousands.

However, when Sirius discovered that this unwarranted war finally seemed to have the hope of ending, another bad news that couldn't be more bad immediately smashed the joy just born.

At the same time, more than ten black pupil wizards appeared at the same time. How much impact will this have on the situation at hand? This is almost obvious.

And he wasn't even sure if there were more black pupil wizards yet to appear.

When Sirius half-squatted next to the wounded and completely digested the attacked fragments obtained from the other party's memory, he stood up sharply.

"Rescue as much as possible, but if ... he wants to bury himself in his hometown, along the Halama River in the outskirts of Madrid, Spain, where his sister's grave is."

After saying a word to the therapist on the side, Sirius turned decisively and left, calling several people while running.

"You! Immediately go to the front of the front to inform the logistics team to clean up and wait for us to meet; the rest follow me to gather the various teams and prepare to retreat!"

That's not what these so-called "elite wizard teams" can resist-even with a fire dragon.

"Bill! The Quidditch Museum is too far from here. Take the asylum seeker to Diagon Alley first! Also, don't act separately, and wait for me to gather together after the team!"

"what happened?"

Bill, who was originally sorting out the asylum seekers, naturally saw the fall of the blower, but what Sirius had seen with deceptive mind-taking was clearly unknown.

"A dozen or so black pupil wizards appeared in a cluster at the same time, and it seems that the situation is probably coming here, and the situation is very bad."

Needless to explain too much, Bill is also the one who has met those black pupil wizards, knowing how terrible this situation will be in Sirius' mouth. So just listening to it, he nodded immediately.

"I see ... I'll tell Charlie first."

"Ok."

Sirius watched Bill turn his head and ran forward. Then he went forward and waved his wand and whispered:

"Call for protection."

...

Generally speaking, the ciphertext messages received by Lupin are mostly delivered by owls, and if some information is very important, it may be that a shaman ran over to convey it.

Only the most confidential, important, and urgent news will be notified by the patron saint. After all, this is a special method of using the patron saint developed by Dumbledore. It will be used almost only. Limited to members of their Order of the Phoenix.

So, when he saw a big silver-white dog rushing in from the door, his expression suddenly changed.

"problem occurs?"

This is only a subliminal question by Lupin, because it is clear that this technique of Dumbledore has not yet achieved the patron saint's wisdom. In front of this silver dog patron saint, all he could do was to unilaterally convey to him what the spellcaster wanted to say.

After listening to a dog using Sirius' voice and tone to briefly state the actions of the Black Pupil Wizarding Group, Lu Ping's expression also became a little stiff, his brows frowning with sadness.

"A dozen black pupil wizards ... I don't know if Harry will meet," Lupin thought of Harry for the first time. "If he is also attacked, I am afraid he will be in danger."

Since Harry and Thomas did not tell anyone about the rest of San Mungo, Lupin did not know that they were not actually outside now. So when he thought of it, he began to worry.

Anyway, Harry is one of the few people who can deal with those "black eyes" nowadays. As a matter of course, his power cannot be lost.

"... Yes, and Aberforth."

Thinking about it that way, Lu Pin immediately pulled a piece of parchment paper from the side, picked up a quill, dipped it in ink, and lowered his head to write. After writing, he took the magic wand and clicked on it, turning it into several identical notes.

These notes are limited in number, and it is obviously impossible to notify the scattered personnel one by one. Because although he was unwilling, he had to choose only some of the most important objects to inform the situation in advance.

The first is that the conditions for communication are limited, so it is impossible to notify so many people at the same time, and they can only be carried out in batches;

"Go and bring a few owls ... forget it, let me go! You go and tell the guards outside, the situation changes, strengthen the protection of the curse, and pay attention to everything that happens outside. If there are groups of enemies, Don't ever confront head-on, come in and defend immediately ... don't be reluctant to use the supplies that Maca gives. "

Having said that, Lu Ping hurriedly ran back in person, but he was more dignified in his mind—because the biggest problem now was that he couldn't even notify Maca.

Not long after, watching the owls carrying the note spread their wings and quickly immersed themselves in the mist outside, Lu Pin could not help but sigh slightly.

"Then Haierbo ... seems to be iron-clad this time to win the whole city of London?"

...

At present, the demon summoning ritual is still a secret that only a few people know. Maca didn't say, Delphi didn't say, and of course Haierbo, the initiator of the ceremony, had no reason to tell others.

But, of course, even if they let Lupin know about it, they obviously won't play any good role. Not only that, but there may be further unrest in everyone's minds.

As for Harry, they don't know these things. But after they received a letter from Lupin, they realized that the reason why the former black pupil wizards had become less and less was not simply because of his hard work and Thomas.

"This is a conspiracy," Harry looked at the note in his hand, biting his teeth. "He obviously did so not only to concentrate his strength on a heavy punch, but also to let us gradually relax and paralyze! Damn it! Haierbo! "

If Haierbo had accumulated his hands and released them from the beginning, even if there was a gap in strength, Harry would not be so annoyed.

But in his view now, Haierbo clearly has full power, but the black pupil wizards just appeared one by one, as if they were playing with them at all.

"It really deserves to be 'despicable' Haierbo."

By the way, Ron glanced at the note in Harry's hand. He was already annoyed because of his inferior strength. Of course, he was even more angry now.

"No," Harry thought for a moment, then suddenly shook his head. "I have to go out--don't say that those black pupil wizards have acted at the same time. Even if they only appeared one by one as before, they are also the majority of wizards. A deadly threat that cannot be countered. "

Now, the shamans who are struggling to resist in downtown London are obviously getting worse.

However, let's not talk about Harry's own thoughts, at least at this moment, the few friends watching him are showing disagreeable expressions.

"Harry, you can't go out."

This time, everyone in the ward almost always said that he didn't want him to run out by just a moment of recklessness, and then maybe he really killed himself.

"Yeah, don't go out!" Ginny hurriedly hugged Harry's arm and said, "This situation said by Lupin is far beyond your ability, don't go!"

"Well, and ..." Even Hermione, who had been depressed until Maca didn't agree to her following, persuaded behind Ginny, "Isn't Maca already out? I think he will find a way . "

"but--"

However, if even Harry Potter didn't go out to fight, what should those people who are still desperate outside do-he originally wanted to say this, but this kind of statement seems a bit arrogant, So he held back and said nothing.

But the expression on Harry's face can be seen only ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He is still struggling.

"Harry?"

Seeing Percy came over and called herself, even though the other party didn't say too much persuasive words like the others, there was still a bit of persuasion in that expression.

"Don't talk about it, anyway, let me think about it first."

Having said that, Harry stopped talking to the little friends any more, and sat back on the floor again to grab his numb scalp.

Compared to many wizards who stand on the front line for loved ones, friends, and loved ones, Harry's side can be said to be purely his heart of blood and justice. Now, the increasingly difficult situation has not actually extinguished his courage.

He just needed to think about what he should do next--even for himself, he couldn't give up the people who fought all night in the city.

"……courage."