"Mr. Weasley, if I'm not mistaken...... I think I might understand why Mr. McLean kicked us out of Hogwarts. ”

Suddenly, the old sir's words made Charlie stunned suddenly, and suddenly realized something.

"You mean to say that these living corpses were bowing in the direction of Hogwarts?"

He hesitated, then frowned and shook his head.

"But...... If Marka knew what was going to happen, old sir, why couldn't he just tell us? The way he looked at that time was really ...... Honestly, if I wasn't sure it was Maca, I would have even wondered if he had been under Helbo's control! ”

"Of course, I can't rule out the possibility of what you said," said old Aslan with a serious face, "and I haven't even met Mr. McLean before compared to you—it's only because everyone seems to think he's reliable, and I'm more inclined to think that he might have some kind of trouble, deliberately choosing to keep us away from Hogwarts by driving us away in an alienated attitude." ”

"Hmm."

Charlie bowed slightly, but he didn't know how to answer.

"Anyway, now that I think about it, it seems like there's really nothing left to our north except Hogwarts...... Even Helmau should still be in London. To be honest, we have reason to think that the latter may have already made it to Hogwarts! ”

"And what's going on at Hogwarts?" Charlie pondered, "Could it be that Maca is fighting him at Hogwarts again?" ”

"Maybe!"

The old wizard's inference was indeed very reasonable, and in fact he did guess part of it. It's a pity that some of the most core and secret things are something he can't guess no matter what.

And just as the two of them were talking softly here, and the other wizards were busy adding protection to the camp, a chilling and terrifying aura came from the north again.

At the same time, a thud like thunder swept across the camp with a slight tremor of the earth, causing everyone's hearts to skip a beat.

"Living corpses! It's a horde of living corpses coming! ”

The shouts rang out from the north, but soon everyone realized that it was not as simple as a living corpse.

"No, not just living corpses, but—"

"Boom!"

Before the wizards who had been warning with a loudspeaker spell on the makeshift watchtower near the edge of the camp could speak, they saw a black figure as tall as a giant suddenly appear from the fog to the north and slammed into the protective barrier supported by dozens of witches and wizards.

Just like that, the translucent barrier immediately shattered inch by inch.

It was only then that everyone finally got a clear picture of the terrifying figure - it was a huge humanoid monster covered in pitch black, with knotted muscles and two long horns on its head. The thick arms, hideous face, and scarlet eyes all make people shudder to watch.

However, its terrifying appearance is not the most important thing, the key is that it rushes straight into the camp and begins to wreak havoc and trample on the tyrannical posture of the wizards, which makes people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

"Withdraw! Retreat now! ”

In the blink of an eye, many wizards on the north side of the camp had died under its merciless trampling, and even if someone could grit their teeth and try to wave their wand to fight back, the spell fell on their body as if it were only tickling it, and even the possibility of breaking a little skin did not exist.

Seeing this scene, Old Aslan immediately understood that this was no longer an enemy they could deal with. Not to mention, there are many living corpses frantically pouring in at the gap that it has broken, and there are even many individuals who seem to have evolved.

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

As he shouted, he was about to walk forward, and when he saw that Charlie seemed to be coming with him, he pushed him with his backhand.

"You go too!"

"But—"

Charlie wanted to argue, but was glared at by old Aslan. At this moment, the old wizard no longer has the usual lazy and casual, and looks as if he has suddenly become much more majestic.

"The person in charge of getting its attention only needs one, go quickly...... If you can, go and get little Kate out of England! As it stands, this is no longer a place for people to stay! ”

The old wizard clenched his wand in his hand, turned his head and ran towards the tall figure, and could not help but sigh softly:

"It seems that we have greatly underestimated the horror of this disaster!"

"Old Sir -"

Charlie hesitated for a moment, but at the thought of the last mention of Kate by old Aslan, he had to turn around with difficulty, and mounted his broomstick to cover the others in the crowd of chasing living corpses and retreated to the south.

When he turned back on the way, he saw that the old wizard had already stood in front of the huge demonic figure, and waved his wand violently.

"Uhhh

A fiery arc of earthy mana burst from the tip of his wand and shot straight into the black giant's abdomen. The dazzling brilliance showed its extremely high intensity, and it was evident that the old wizard's magic level was really not low—it was far beyond what ordinary wizards could achieve.

If I had to make a comparison...... Perhaps, this old Hufflepuff, a contemporary of Dumbledore, was not much worse than Dumbledore in terms of charms alone.

I have to say that if he had returned to the UK a few years ago, his strength would have caused the amazement of many forces - the strong man in the hidden world will always be sought after, not to mention that he does have the ability to match the word "strong".

But it's a pity that this aspect of his life, which he is best at, is difficult to shine in this era in this disaster.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, I saw that the black demon suddenly waved his hand, and actually scattered the arc of magic cast by the old wizard. Then it took a leap forward, clenching its huge fist and slamming it down where the old wizard stood.

"Boom—"

In a burst of dust, the old wizard also narrowly flew out of the range of the opponent's smash through the reaction force of the flying sand spell, and rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment.

When he hurriedly got up again, his left hand was already hanging limply at his side, and it looked like it was useless.

"Can't apparition...... It's a really bad thing. ”

The area that had been emptied of the fog was only the highland slope opposite, and the camp was still covered in gray mist, affecting everyone to use the illusion shifting spell.

"Hiss......"

On Old Aslan's forehead, fine beads of sweat oozed from the pain of a broken left arm.