In the south-eastern suburbs of London, hordes of living corpses are surging like an ocean.

Commanded by Kingsley, a number of elite wizards led a number of scavenging troops fought to hold off the massive enemy, and spells rained down on the living corpses.

At the same time, there were also some magic-wielding dead in the herd of living corpses, shooting horrific and deadly spells mercilessly towards the side of the purging army.

An explosion, a puff of smoke, a roar...... In the place where these two armies are facing each other, even if the sun is shining at the moment, it only makes people feel oppressive and chaotic like dark clouds covering the sun and thunder and lightning.

Those who have never been on the battlefield cannot appreciate the fear that even huddled behind cover could be killed by an attack from nowhere.

However, everyone is obviously not crushed by this pressure and is still fighting with all their might. Casualty was inevitable, but with the orderly planning and Kingsley's accurate and timely command, many of the team members were rushed back to the rear of the battlefield for treatment after being injured.

Of course, this is a battlefield after all, and no matter how good the commander is, he cannot completely avoid the appearance of sacrifice.

There are those who are killed by the killing curse on the spot, those who succumb to their injuries during temporary transportation, and those who are even accidentally killed by the enemy's spell in order to save the wounded.

War is always cruel, whether it is a wizarding war or a Muggle war.

"Attention! The firepower of the team on the west side is insufficient, so Di Ge and them increase the frequency of attacks! If this continues, the hordes of living corpses will go in the direction of Surrey! ”

Kingsley, who was sitting in the center, immediately gave the latest order after listening to the report of the air team. At the same time, another spy who came from the east side of the battlefield suddenly said:

"Miss Tonks's team can't stand the pressure of the living corpses—"

When Kingsley heard this, he immediately said again:

"Let Aberforth go for reinforcements!"

"Sir, the main team responsible for resisting the march of the living corpses head-on is still retreating, and the pressure is too great......"

"Let the reserves join in the frontal purge as well!"

"Mr. Kingsley—"

Interim reports arrived one after the other, informing Kingsley of the disorderly situation in various areas of the battlefield, and then he could make a judgment as quickly as possible.

The great sense of responsibility made beads of sweat ooze from the forehead of a calm and calm man like Kingsley, but he could not relax even for a moment.

Because, if even one of these pieces of information is delayed, the price to be paid may be more casualties.

And just as chaos and order coexisted in the battlefield, and the brilliance of various spells flickered frequently, behind the group of living corpses, a large gray mist drifted from London.

The strange fog that has always shrouded the city of London has actually begun to move!

Kingsley looked at the misty area in the distance and approached the battlefield little by little, his brow furrowed more and more, and he forgot to wipe the beads of sweat that slipped from his forehead.

“…… Could it be Helbo? ”

Other possibilities are not impossible, but the first thing that came to Kingsley's mind was Helmo himself.

Their team of wizards who were scavenging the living corpses had taken the initiative at the risk that Helbo might appear at any time. Once they found out that Helbo had also joined the battlefield, they had no chance of winning but "retreat".

"Convey it to the various squads, and as soon as you find Helbo's figure, quickly evacuate the battlefield! Don't hesitate! ”

After having people go around the battlefield to deliver orders, Kingsley himself beckoned slightly hesitantly to the Aurors who were responsible for protecting him.

"Hear me clearly, the next thing is just my request, you can not agree! And my request is ...... I need someone to get around the battlefield and to the rear of the army of living corpses to determine why the fog is moving. This task is very dangerous, as there is a high probability of encountering Helpo himself...... Think about it! ”

However, as soon as Kingsley finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice suddenly come from behind him.

"I'll go!"

"Mr. Potter?"

Kingsley suddenly turned around, and suddenly saw the figure of Harry who had stopped with the Gryffindor sword.

"Let me go!"

Looking at Kingsley, who was slightly stunned, Harry immediately repeated the words again. But in the next moment, he saw that Kingsley seemed to think of something, and shook his head decisively.

"I don't know how you got out of Spiral, why didn't Lupin stop you...... Of course, this obviously doesn't matter anymore. However, this mission to explore the fog will certainly not be entrusted to you. ”

"Why?" When Harry heard this, he couldn't help but exclaim, "When I was in town, Lupin wouldn't let me out; And now, you won't let me fight...... Kingsley, I already have enough strength to watch so many friends and family get hurt or even die...... I ......"

"Potter," Kingsley interrupted before he could finish, "when did I say I wouldn't let you fight?" I just think that with your current strength, the place you should go should not be in that fog, but at the forefront of clearing the living corpses. ”

"At the forefront? Okay—"

Harry was surprised when he heard that Kingsley didn't mean to stop him. But soon, when he saw the Aurors who were protecting Kingsley, he couldn't help but swallow the "good" back into his stomach.

"But ......"

"Mr. Potter!" One of the Aurors looked at Harry, who was worried, and shook his head slightly, "Minister Shackel is right...... With your strength, the one who can make the most difference will definitely be at the forefront of the battle! As for the tasks that 'anyone who goes can die', leave it to us! ”

"Mr. ......"

"Potter, go!" Kingsley suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the battlefield in front of him, "While the fog has not yet drifted into the battlefield, go and reduce the number of enemies as much as possible...... Of course, pay attention to your own safety, you are the most precious force among us! ”

This is war.

Harry gritted his teeth and saluted the Aurors before bursting into the battlefield with his sword in his hand.

Kingsley and the Aurors paused slightly as they watched his surprisingly athletic figure disappear into the crowd, and then forgot about it again in the direction of London.

"Minister, we will split into two teams, one team will go into the fog and the other team will follow the fog on the periphery. If the first team doesn't come out to meet within the scheduled time, we'll send someone back to report. ”

"Well," Kingsley turned his head and leaned towards them like Harry had just done, "I'm sorry, then please!" ”

"Don't say that, for the safety of the entire purge force, our lives are nothing!"

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