"Boom—"

The sound of buildings collapsing outside made Frida's whole heart twitch; And the tremor under her feet made her stiffen all over.

This is an unprecedented catastrophe and, perhaps, the deadliest toll in Britain in years.

By now, Frieda was a Muggle, but she had come to understand that it was a wizard who had caused all this. The royal family had already sent troops to issue warning documents in advance, and since it was impossible to help all the residents evacuate in a short time, the army could only remind all those who had not had time to move to find a place to hide first.

But who knows, hordes of living corpses are coming much faster than anyone could have imagined, and from Kent to London to Birmingham, the fog is getting wider and wider.

After the previous few "mushrooms" landed, although Helbo and the group of living corpses were forced to stop their progress, after that, the speed of the fog became faster and faster.

Due to the arrival of the army of living corpses, there are still many Muggles like Frieda who have not had time to flee north, and right now people are probably hiding in the house, cellar, and attic like her!

Outside, a gray mist was completely enveloped, and the sound of overlapping footsteps echoed through the streets, accompanied by various movements that represented destruction.

Yes, buildings are falling, trees are falling, streets are shattering, and the apocalyptic reality makes it difficult for anyone to run out of the door.

In this case, it may be only your own home that makes people feel a little warm – even if it's just as cold.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, another sound of a building collapsing came in from outside, and the sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly even through several walls.

It's closer...... It's closer than it was before!

Frida's mind began to shake involuntarily under the extreme nervousness. She suddenly turned from hesitation and hesitation to muttering curses, and her spirit gradually collapsed.

Then, at the moment when the roar sounded again, her home was also toppled by a horde of living corpses, crushing her under the rubble.

Situations like Frida's have happened many, many times, and they have a near-consistent ending.

Not long after she took her last breath in pain, the power of the mist caused her to open her eyes again, and then dragged her stump and roared to merge with the other living corpses.

Helbo's army of living corpses is constantly replenished in this way, just a few "mushrooms", and it seems that it has not yet reached the point where it can really break his muscles and bones.

Of course, more Muggles were killed by the army of living corpses on the way to escape than Muggles who were "buried alive" due to the collapse of buildings.

Because of the speed at which the living corpses march, it is not uncommon for evacuees to be chased along the way. Then, like bulldozers, they "crushed" all the way through.

This "man-made disaster" was deduced by Helbo with a feeling that was almost like a "natural disaster".

……

“…… Your Majesty, you can't stay here anymore, you must retreat immediately! ”

In the manor house of the British royal family, the prime minister was trying to persuade the queen to leave the place - although the fog and the army of living corpses were still far away, the speed of non-stop progress was afraid that it would soon come straight to this manor.

However, no matter how much the prime minister persuades him, it seems that he is determined to stay and live with the country.

"If you want to go, you can go, I definitely won't leave!"

She said it righteously.

But at the same time, her son, His Royal Highness the Prince, obviously did not have the courage to be as stubborn as his mother.

"Davidson, we have to go—there's news from the front, the fog has arrived in Birmingham, and it's pretty much included in the small southern half of the country! If we go on like this, we won't be able to run a single one. ”

"Yes! Indeed, it is time to stay away from here, and a wise man would not choose such a time," the old bishop could not help but nod his head again and again, "but ...... Her Majesty's side...... She probably doesn't want you to leave, does she? ”

"Mother, she-"

As he said this, the prince couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the door beside him. He knew that the Prime Minister was doing his best to persuade the Queen at this time, but he didn't think that would help.

As the son of the other party, the prince actually understands his mother's temper very well, and at this time she will never leave the country and her subjects to run away alone.

After a moment of hesitation, the prince finally gritted his teeth secretly, and then shook his head and said:

"The queen has the duties of the queen, and the prince has the duties of the prince - the mother, as the king, she will neither leave nor can leave; And as the next first successor, I must and must save my life! ”

This is indeed the truth, but even so, when this word came out of his mouth himself, it still inevitably made people feel very pale.

The reigning king can't be a deserter, so can the successor king?

But the old bishop knew that this was His Royal Highness the Prince.

"Your Highness, you're right!" Davidson immediately agreed, "Now that McLean is gone, no one knows if he's dead." In this case, there will certainly be no one to stand in his way for a while—no one will survive any longer! ”

As he spoke, he suddenly glanced at the other side of the hallway. Over there, the antechamber of the manor, where that "fool" of Barbré still waits every day.

Is McLean still likely to come back? Davidson wasn't sure about that, because he knew that the guy's strength was indeed terrifying, and even Helbo might not be able to actually kill him.

But he knew that Barbré's stupidity must be a pointless act.

"Your Highness," he thought for a moment and couldn't help frowning slightly, "we'...... Would you like to bring him with you? He has been practicing every day these days, and his strength has indeed grown greatly, and if Your Highness were to give him an order, he would probably obey it. ”

"Him?" The prince followed Davidson's gaze and then shook his head, "Leave him to his mother!" Even if I reluctantly let him follow me, I won't do my best, and I don't want a disobedient person. ”

With that, the prince tilted his head slightly, and then he and Davidson left the corridor one after the other.

Around the same time, Maca on a distant island in the sea had just assisted Harry in his first hurdle of mastering the Gryffindor Sword.