"Mr. Weasley, if I guessed correctly ... I think I might understand why Mr. McLean kicked us out of Hogwarts."

Suddenly, the words of the old jazz suddenly made Charlie suddenly realize something.

"Do you mean that the corpses bowed down in the direction of Hogwarts before?"

He hesitated, but then frowned and shook his head.

"But ... Sir, if Maca knows what will happen, why can't he tell us straight? What he looked like at the time was really ... let me be honest, if I wasn't convinced that it was indeed Ma Card, at this moment I even want to doubt, maybe all this was made by him under the control of Haierbo! "

"Of course, you can't rule out the possibility," Old Aslan said solemnly. "And compared to you, I have never even met Mr. McLean before-just because of everyone. It seemed that he was reliable, and I was more inclined that he might have some troubles, and deliberately chose to alienate us by keeping us away from Hogwarts. "

"Ok."

Charlie nodded slightly, but didn't know what to answer.

"In short, now that I want to come, it seems that our north side is really nothing more than Hogwarts ... even Haierbo should still be in London. To be honest, we actually have reason to believe that the latter may also be Already gone to Hogwarts! "

"And what happened in Hogwarts?" Charlie pondered. "Did Maca fight him again in Hogwarts?"

"Perhaps!"

The old wizard's inference is indeed very reasonable, in fact, it was indeed part of his guess. Unfortunately, some of the most central and secret things he could never have imagined.

And just as the two were talking softly here, while the other wizards were busy protecting their camps, it was cold, and there was a terrifying horrible breath in the north again.

At the same time, a thunderous thunderous sound swept across the camp along with the earth's slight tremor, making everyone's heart beat again.

"Living corpses! Here comes the corpses!"

Shouts rang loudly from the north, but soon everyone found out that it was as simple as a dead body.

"No, not just living bodies, but--"

"Boom!"

On the temporary sentry tower near the edge of the camp, the wizard who warned with a loudspeaker was too late to speak, and everyone saw a black figure as tall as a giant suddenly appearing from the mist in the north and hit hard A protective curse was supported by dozens of male and female wizards.

Just like this, the translucent barrier immediately broke apart.

Until this time, everyone finally saw the specific appearance of the terrible figure-it was a huge humanoid monster with dark body, knotted muscles, and two long horns on its head. The stout arms, the stern face and the scarlet eyes all made people shudder.

However, its terrifying appearance is not the most important thing. The key is that it rushed into the camp and began to destroy and trample on the violent posture of the wizards, which made people feel fear in their hearts.

"Withdraw! Withdraw now!"

Just in a blink of an eye, many wizards north of the camp died under its merciless stampede, and even if someone could still grit his teeth and try to wield his wand to fight back, the spell fell on his body as if just tickling it Even the possibility of breaking the skin is not there.

Seeing this scene, the old Aslan immediately understood that this was no longer an enemy they could deal with. Not to mention, in the gap where it was hit, there are still many living corpses coming in frantically, and there are even many individuals who have already evolved.

"Go south, don't hesitate, go now!"

As he shouted, he was about to go forward. Seeing that Charlie seemed to follow, he pushed him backhand.

"You go too!"

"but--"

Charlie wanted to argue, but stared at Old Aslan. At this moment, the old wizard had lost the usual laziness, and seemed to have suddenly become much more majestic.

"Only one person is responsible for attracting its attention. Hurry up ... if it is possible, take Little Kate away from the UK! As things stand now, there is no place for people to stay here!"

The old wizard clenched his wand tightly, turned his head and ran towards the tall figure, and couldn't help sighing in his mouth:

"Looks like, we are far underestimating the horror of this disaster!"

"Old Jazz--"

Charlie hesitated for a while, but thinking of the last mention of Kate by the old Aslan, he had to turn around hard, riding a broom to cover the others in the chasing corpse and withdraw to the south.

When he looked back on the way, he saw that the old wizard had stood in front of the demon-like figure, and waved the magic wand in his hand.

"Uh-"

A fiery arc of magic yellow earth burst out from the tip of his wand, and shot towards the belly of the black giant. The dazzling brilliance shows its extremely high intensity, and it can be seen that the magic level of the old wizard is really not low-that is far beyond the level that ordinary wizards can achieve.

If you have to make a comparison ... maybe, the old Hitchparch of Dumbledore's peers is not much worse than Dumbledore in terms of curse science alone.

I have to say that if he returned to Britain a few years ago, his strength would surely cause many powers to marvel-the hidden strong will always be sought after, not to mention that he does have Ability to match the word "the".

But unfortunately, this aspect of his life that he is best at, in this disaster, it is already difficult to bloom the glory of this era.

"Oh!"

The next moment, ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, I saw the black demon wave his hand suddenly, and he smashed away the arc of curse cast by the old wizard. And then, it took a step forward, clenching its huge fist and slamming hard at the place where the old wizard stood.

"Boom--"

During a splash of dust, the old wizard also flew out of the opponent's smashing range by the reaction force of the Feisha curse, rolling over the ground quite a few times.

When he got up again in a hurry, his left hand fell weakly to his side, and it looked like a waste.

"It can't be phantom ... it's really a bad thing."

The area that was previously evacuated from the mist was just the highland hillside opposite. The camp was still covered with fog, affecting everyone to use the Mirage.

"hiss……"

Old Aslan's forehead was exuding fine sweat beads due to the pain of a fractured left arm.