After all, London has become an empty city, a "empty city" in the true sense.

A city without people may no longer be called a city. Every street is empty, there are no living people, not even dead people. Only the ruins after the war, it seems to be silently telling the past prosperity and the sadness of the present.

The grey fog that enveloped downtown London for several days drifted away.

That's right, those mists drifted away gradually-followed by a group of special living corpses that were no different from those of the leading troops outside.

It turns out that at least half of Kingsley's concerns were guessed correctly, and there was "something" in the fog that suddenly started moving. But it wasn't Haierbo himself who made most people worry, but a group of more powerful living corpses that were small in number but could not be underestimated.

However, it is worth mentioning that although Harry rushed to the end of the corpse, he witnessed the scene of the mist gradually covering the corpse.

Even, I found an accident that is very important for the Qing Qing team ... or it can be said to be a very "bad" accident.

However, he was unable to witness the special living corpses at the center of the mist ...

...

"Kingsley."

When Sirius quickly carried Harry behind the battlefield to the back of the battlefield, the fog was not close enough for people to avoid, that is to say, those clear-cut teams at the front had not yet started to retreat.

"Little Sir ... Potter?"

Kingsley first glanced at Sirius, but soon caught a glimpse of Harry who was behind Sirius. When he saw that Harry looked like he had just been picked up from the blood pool, he immediately expressed a worried expression.

"Wounded? What's the delay ... Sirius, hurry him to the back for treatment!"

"No, I'm fine, Kingsley!"

Without waiting for Sirius to answer on his behalf, Harry struggled to slip off his back, and then leaned Sirius' shoulders towards Kingsley:

"These are basically the blood of the living bodies ... Well, let's not mention this! Kingsley, I have to report to you some bad news first!"

After speaking about it in one breath, Harry gasped a little again, and then said solemnly:

"In fact, I just rushed from the fighting front to the end of the army of corpses. I found that the mist moving from London seemed to be moving faster than I thought ... this thing, before that Did Mr. Auror, who rushed to investigate, send back notice? "

"Huh? So fast?"

When Kingsley heard that, he suddenly looked up in surprise, and glanced again in the direction of the fog.

"No, neither exploration team has any news at all, and no one has returned—"

"Compared to them, although I took a straight line, but it took a lot of time on the way. In theory, they should be faster than me ..."

Harry frowned at this moment, seemingly worried about the Aurors willing to sacrifice himself, but he immediately shook his head again.

"Forget it, it may not necessarily be an accident ..." He said, "Kingsley, there is actually another more important thing--"

"What's the matter?" Kingsley asked immediately.

"It's about living corpses that have been knocked down by our spell and have lost their ability to move," Harry replied, "those ... well, what do you say? 'Corpses'? In short, they are in contact After the fog of the past, I climbed up from the ground again! "

"what?"

This time, Sirius was surprised. As someone who really knocked out many living corpses at the forefront, it will naturally have deeper feelings about the situation where this enemy is "resurrected" again.

To be honest, just turning the dead into a corpse once is enough to be shocking. How do you know that those corpses can stand up again after they fall?

"Harry, specifically? How did the corpses 'get up' from the ground this time?" Sirius hurriedly asked, "Under this clean-up attack, many live corpses are incomplete. what!"

That's right, it's not just the sharp Gryffindor sword that can make those living bodies torn apart. Such as the strong enough split spell and thunderbolt explosion spell, etc., if the intensity reaches a certain level, even the clothes corner may not be able to survive.

"How to get up?"

Upon Sirius' inquiry, Harry seemed to remember some unpleasant pictures he saw at that time, and then wrinkled his nose and said:

"How do you say? It's like children's blocks ... put together? Well, to be precise, it's like forcing blocks that aren't suitable together ... like that."

"His—" Sirius heard it, and subconsciously said, "Stitch people? It sounds like the radical alchemists who tried to touch the forbidden zone of life in the past ... It's unpleasant!"

When Harry and Sirius both showed a disgusted expression, Kingsley waved his hand:

"Anyway, next, our side must reduce injuries as much as possible. After all, converging the remains on the battlefield is undoubtedly a very difficult thing, but if you leave it alone, those fogs will create even more after they pass. Many enemies. "

"As for how to solve the problem of resuscitation ... By the way, Sirius, did you just mention the living alchemy that appeared in the medieval period? Please go back to Spiral Town immediately and ask someone who is good at alchemy to ask Look at that! "

"Well, too!"

Sirius said, trying to help Harry to find a therapist in the back, and then go to Spiral Town. But Harry stopped him from reaching his hand and shook his head slightly:

"I can go by myself, Sirius, you can go back! If this problem is not resolved in time, the army of living corpses will only grow more and more difficult to stop ... It will be too late when the number grows to a certain level! "

"Are you ... okay?"

Sirius looked at Harry ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and cleared the team towards the still-approaching fog and the front line that had begun to retreat alternately, and finally nodded.

"Kingsley, then I'll go back first."

The voice didn't fall, and with the momentary distortion of space, Sirius Mirage shifted away.

"Porter, can you really go alone?"

"It's okay, Kingsley!" Harry said. "I'm just a bit tired. I'll be back at the front line after a short rest."

In fact, Harry didn't lie-although he did get a bit of an injury, it was just a bite on his arm.

Instead of saying something, I had encountered Aunt Petunia in the living corpse before, but it was the biggest reason why he was so tired.

"call--"

Looking back at the hordes of corpses in the distance, Harry took a heavy step and walked straight to the last treatment area.