"Click...... Click...... Click......"

Before she could open her eyes, Maca heard a regular whisper echoing in her ears, as if someone was carefully tapping on the table not far away.

Since he had just woken up, his consciousness was still a little hazy, and after listening in a daze with his eyes closed for a moment, the memories of before he had passed out poured into his slightly dry mind like a torrent that had opened the floodgates.

"Whoa" "Hmm. ”

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up, and then couldn't help but frown. For he immediately felt a sharp pain coming from his right arm, and the other pains on his body seemed to be nothing compared to that.

Helbo...... Well? Wait, this is the ward of the school hospital? ”

Although the pain made him frown slightly, compared to his physical condition, the current environment was obviously the more important thing to confirm at the first time.

As for what exactly is this place......

It is not wrong to be wrong, after the scene in front of me gradually changed from blurry to clear, the white bedding, the historical stone carved beams and columns, and the fence and window with black wooden bars staggered diagonally...... All of them indicate that this is indeed the school hospital of Hogwarts.

For Maca, whose memory is still stuck in withstanding Helbo's counterattack and being knocked away, what happened during her coma is undoubtedly something that needs to be understood urgently.

After all, even with Maca's brain, he couldn't imagine how he had survived in such a desperate situation.

"Professor McGonagall?"

There was no one in the room, but the soft noise in the hallway outside had been ringing since he woke up. So even if his magic power was a little overdrawn, he still took the effort to sense it.

And just as he spoke, the "clicking" sound outside finally stopped, and then a figure walked in briskly from the door of the ward like the wind.

"Maka, are you awake? Oh, you can't sit up yet."

"Professor McGonagall," looking at McGonagall, who had obviously gone through a lot of vicissitudes in the past few years, Maca stretched her eyebrows and smiled softly despite the abnormal pain in her right arm, "It's okay, I'm measured...... Did the professor treat me? Thank you! ”

He looked down at his right arm, whose skin was as smooth as a newborn child's, but still limp, and then glanced at his left arm, which had not yet felt anything, and then raised his head again.

From his expression at the moment, there didn't seem to be any low mood in it.

"Professor, can you explain to me what happened when I didn't know it? Also, how long has it been since I was in a coma? ”

McGonagall nodded her head and sat down on the round stool beside Marca's bedside.

"It didn't take long, only about half an hour...... Seeing you badly injured by that Helbo's blow, I really thought it was going to be over. Honestly, Maca, I think I have to say sorry to you first! If it weren't for me."

"Professor McGonagall, I don't need to say that...... You just misestimated the strength of Helbo, that's all. In fact, at that time, I also did not accurately estimate the current strength gap between me and him, which led to a stupid fiasco. ”

After laughing at herself a little, Maca, who couldn't move her arms, had to pout her head and say:

"Professor, let's talk about what happened after I fell unconscious! What's going on? ”

"Well," McGonagall recalled, after a moment's thought, "the turning point was when a bird called itself 'Eagle' appeared......"

This was the first sentence, and it immediately made Maca's expression extremely serious.

……

The fact that Maca and McGonagall were in danger at Hogwarts is apparently unknown to anyone other than Helmao. Of course, whether Helbo can still be regarded as a "human" nowadays, I won't think about it for now.

And when Maca's side had just escaped from a desperate situation of near-mortality, the wizard team on the front line of resistance to the army of living corpses gradually fell into a huge problem.

"Minister, the fog has completely engulfed the living corpses, and the disadvantages of our side in this situation have obviously increased a lot. In fact, although the previous conservative combat orders have been fully communicated, the casualty rate has increased instead of decreasing...... We need a countermeasure! ”

"yes, I know."

At the rear of the battlefield, Kingsley also moved as the clearing team repeatedly retreated. But even if there was room for retreat because of Maca's pre-emptive decision, if they continued like this, they would be about to retreat.

After all, the migration of people from Muggle towns along the route also takes time.

"Whew"

Kingsley thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head and said:

"Send someone back to Spiral Town to see if Sirius has any clues from the alchemist...... By the way, the current predicament was also conveyed to Lupin, and it would be better if Maca was there too...... Go for it! ”

"Understood."

The newly transferred assistant was ordered to leave, and the apparition vanished from the spot.

Kingsley looked at where the other party had left, but his face became worse and worse. Because as far as he knew, the bad news was not limited to the fact that "the fog completely covered the living corpses".

Since the two Aurors who volunteered to investigate after discovering the fog have not even returned yet, Kingsley's speculation is even worse.

For example...... Perhaps from the very beginning, there were still a group of enemies in the fog that he didn't know. And at this point, those enemies who must have good combat power have probably already merged with the original group of living corpses in the mist, right?

At present, not only will the enemy situation become unknown due to the fog, but the fallen living corpses will also be revived again and again due to the mysterious effect of the fog.

Coupled with another group of enemies who are highly likely, the odds of failure in this gambling clean-up operation have become more and more high.

"If you can't do it......"

As the commander-in-chief of the front line of the battlefield, some insistence in Kingsley's heart suddenly loosened slightly. But soon, I saw him shake his head vigorously, frowning and muttering:

"No, even if the situation of the purge team will become more and more dangerous, it will not be a reason to abandon those innocent Muggle civilians."

That being said, even if all of them risked their lives to survive to the last man, the outcome after failing to defend against the army of living corpses would not be much different from returning to Spiral Town now.

The Muggle world will certainly suffer great losses, and then it will eventually evolve into the most uncontrollable state of Muggle military power mixed with magical warfare.

And if you want to say what the whole battle situation will become at that time, I'm afraid that even Helbo, who is the initiator, can't predict.