"Miss Granger ... Maybe I will be unavoidably attacked soon ... If you still have a potion of immortality, I suggest you use it now! If it's late ... it's too late. "

While running in the fog, and at a time when those flying species could strike again at any time, the Auror was still dutifully considering Hermione's safety.

"Miss Granger, I probably don't have time to talk about the other ... I just think you can think about it, even if you only survive one, it's much better than sacrifice all here? And Mr. McLean, he ... I hope you were able"

Before he could finish speaking, a dark, claw-like claw darted past, dragging him together with a few words that had not had time to speak into the seemingly endless darkness.

"Thank you ... I'm sorry."

As Marca ran, she sighed secretly in her heart.

That was Kingsley's colleague and friend. Honestly, Maca really wanted to save him. Unfortunately, in order to ensure the lives of Delphi and Luna, all unnecessary variables will obviously be what he needs to completely eliminate during this time and space journey.

The sacrifice of such a good Auror elite happened around him, but Maca couldn't take the shot, and could only watch the fact that sadness became reality again. This feeling was undoubtedly very bad.

"You ... you're right, I must be alive," Hermione had apparently noticed the quiet death of the Auror, and she ran with a gritted tooth, and then whispered, "But I might still I hope that more people can survive, not just me alone! "

Having said that, Hermione suddenly turned her head and looked at Maca and the other remaining volunteer witch:

"I don't think it will work like this ... but I have another plan here, which may give us some more time to think about other methods!"

"Of course, Miss Granger!" Said the witch, "I have heard more than one person say that you are very clever ... What to do next, you can just say that both Meron and I are listening!"

It must be said that in the current situation, the three of them still fled with two wounded patients. This is not the problem, because the floating spell does not slow down the running speed of the wounded.

The problem is that, even if they ran full force, they could not compare with the moving speed of the fog, but also with the flying corpses who looked at them in the fog.

"We have to stop, as quickly as possible before the monsters hiding in the dark attack us again!" Hermione said seriously, "Do you understand what I'm talking about? Can you believe me?"

Hermione also seemed worried that her claims would not persuade the other two. After all, in this desperate situation where it seemed like the next step would die, it was hard to believe that it would be a good idea.

But in the next moment, the two heard Maca, who hadn't talked much ... or "Myron", and promised to be unusually happy.

"I see! I don't know what you are going to do, but just do it ... three ... two ..."

Probably Hermione hadn't anticipated that it would be this time for Myron to determine the time to stop, so she took a moment's notice before pulling out the rune slate.

However, Maca didn't want to hesitate so much in order to make her camouflage look more real.

just……

Just as the three men and their two wounded men suddenly stopped in place, and Hermione quickly placed the slate on the next second after the start, the hemispherical magic barrier was almost at the same time as the evil claw. Appeared in front of them.

"Oh!"

At that moment, the entire barrier trembled, making the scalp numb for a while.

"I think I may have to thank you for your trust and your decisiveness," Hermione, crouching on the ground, who just opened this set of suggested patterns, couldn't help but whispered, "If we are one step behind, I am afraid that One less person. "

"No, thank you ... or, at least wait until you really get out of this danger!"

Maca shook her head and remedied her whisper:

"I'm just too nervous, I can't move my brain, so I can only listen to you ... oh!"

As soon as the voice fell, another sharp claw “banged” across the magic barrier again, and Maca just crouched down and crouched down, as if she was scared to say nothing.

Upon seeing Hermione, she sighed after glancing at the two wounded men again.

"It's okay, we believe you! I think everyone thinks the same way."

"Thank you."

The words of the witch gave Hermione a little encouragement. The two of them had dealt with the problems of the two black wizard families together before. They talked a lot on the road and seemed to make friends.

Since Maca did not choose to follow at the time, it was not clear, but he could still hear some signs from the conversation between the two.

It must be said that the support of someone at this moment may be one of the reasons for Hermione to persist to the end.

"Let me think about it"

Hermione nodded at the other person, then frowned again and fell into thought.

But after that, the flying corpses in the dark launched two consecutive attacks, and UU read the book www. uukanshu.com's magic barrier also became crumbling.

After all, this is just a simple magic text array used to fight for time. With such an intensive attack, it is impossible to prevent it for long.

"Sure enough ... Still not working?"

"Oh!" "Click"

Suddenly, a crackling sound mixed with thumps made everyone's heart tremble at the same time.

"Attention, it may not be able to support it anymore ... I said‘ Run ’a moment, and we immediately ran forward with the injury! Do you understand?”

Hermione whispered a reminder that the witch answered quickly, but "Myron" was still buried in her head and did not respond.

Suddenly, Hermione had to reach out and touch each other.

"Why, what?"

"Cheer up! Not at the last minute ... please don't give up!"

...

However, Hermione eventually gave the witch the only remaining potion of immortality at the moment when the magic shield shattered. This is not because she and the other party are already friends, but because the other party obviously has more hope for escape than this "Myron".

As for Hermione ...

"Protect God!"

"Barriers"

Maca lay down on the road, looking at the light of several curses in the fog not far away. He knew that Hermione was seriously injured at this point, but he could only fall on the ground and watch quietly.

Even knowing that Hermione wasn't going to die, it wouldn't be a pleasure to watch her suffer and see.

Until that time, Hermione had a hard time calling out "Professor Dumbledore."