"Don't panic, everyone, the enemy is still a long way from us! There is no need to pack up the things in the camp, and all the apparitions retreat......"

With the approaching speed of the gray fog in the west, it was obviously too late to count the number of people.

Maca ran out of the tent in the crowd of volunteers, and watched the crowd disappear from the spot at Hermione's orders, either with a companion or alone, somewhat chaotic.

Perhaps Hermione's answer in the tent had taken effect, and at least some of the enthusiastic and reluctant volunteers were no longer too hesitant now.

Of course, it could also be because of fear.

"Ahh

Hearing a terrible howl coming from the crowd, Maca turned her head to glance at a young witch who had split while apparitioning.

In the current tense and depressing emergency evacuation process, her sudden scream immediately affected several companions who were not firm enough, and in just a few seconds, there were several similar accidents in a row.

Seeing this, Maca said that the incident in which Hermione was seriously injured was finally about to begin.

"Don't be in a hurry! I said it – there's still plenty of time! ”

After being surprised by the surprise, Hermione's shouts immediately echoed through the clearing in front of the camp. At the same time, I saw her hurriedly running to treat the wounded who had been separated.

It is worth mentioning that Maca saw that Lola, who was good at healing, and her two friends also went to help.

It's a pity that by now, most of the volunteers have already been withdrawn first, including two teams responsible for important supplies. Not having enough potions is one of the biggest problems.

"Don't be nervous! I will not leave you ...... behind."

Hermione divided the remaining potions into portions, barely keeping the wounded from bleeding to death. But even so, if they can't return through apparition, someone needs someone to transport them back.

But in the end, there were not many volunteers who stayed with Hermione, because even if there were people who were ready to sacrifice, most of them were driven back by Hermione on the grounds that "there are not so many people".

It was Maka, who just stood aside and didn't say anything, but in the end he stayed very low-key.

"Myron?"

"Huh?"

Maca was looking at the approaching fog not far away, when he heard someone behind him call him—it was Lola's voice in a low, soft voice.

"Oh, it's really you! I always thought you weren't in Faversham......"

As she spoke, she heard the Auror who had been following Hermione speak:

"There are two broomsticks here, and I suggest that two of them return first with two wounded, and the remaining two will be handed over to us to transport back from the ground - who wants to go first?"

When Maca heard this, she suddenly turned away as if she remembered something.

"Lola, you take one of the wounded back first!"

"Huh? I? Luo ***, who hadn't reacted from the surprise of discovering Maka, was stunned for a moment, "No, I'...... I'm willing to stay......"

However, Maca didn't even listen to her. He walked straight up to the Auror, reached out and took one of them, and then turned around and stuffed it into Lola's arms.

"Go ahead! There's no time, hurry! ”

If Maca remembers correctly, there were no other survivors of the attack in the fog but Hermione.

Now, he himself has dropped a "death quota". And among the few remaining volunteers...... He and this introverted witch named Lola are more or less acquaintances, so if you can help, let's help them!

Of course, this must be done under the premise that the rules of time allow.

"Don't be stunned!"

Maca looked at Lola, who was holding a broomstick with a tangled face, and immediately reached out and grabbed the broom to help her shove it between her feet, and then with a wave of her wand, one of the injured people gently floated to her side.

It wasn't long before Lola took off, almost at Maca's urging and half-compulsion, and headed for Canterbury with the other two.

"Oh! You look so handsome! When I get back later...... Personally, I think I can look forward to it...... Alas! ”

It must be said that in the face of a crisis, some people will be afraid, some people will panic, but there is also a kind of person who will become dead after extreme fear.

That's right, just like the injured person that Maca was transporting - he had just had a split accident in the illusion because of his uncertainty, and now he was injured and couldn't even go back by himself, but he was completely let go as if he had seen through everything.

At this moment, she was even in the mood to laugh with Maca.

It's just that whether she is numb to fear and pressure, or she has really seen through life and death, this is obviously not the time to talk about these gossip.

Maca reached out and touched her wound that hadn't healed yet, and as she bared her teeth in pain, she cast a levitation charm that floated her up.

"Let's move on, too! Hurry up, just don't get caught up in the fog—"

At Hermione's command on the other side, the remaining volunteers took their wounded and wounded, bypassing the camp and following the road towards Spiral Town.

At the front and rear of the procession transporting the wounded, one person with a wand in his hand kept on guard.

Maca walked in the middle of the line and walked silently for a moment, before she couldn't help but mutter, "Reality is not as romantic as you imagined...... After all, there is no such thing as 'going back'. ”

"What?"

Because the voice was so low that even the injured person floating next to him could not be heard, and Maca was obviously not in the mood to repeat what she had said.

"It's nothing, I'm just talking to myself."

"Oh-"

The other party was puzzled, but suddenly, she looked behind her unintentionally, and then finally put aside the unnecessary gossip.

"You ...... Do you feel ...... The fog seems to be getting faster as it gets closer? ”

"What?"

As soon as she reminded them, everyone looked back and saw that the shadow in the west was getting bigger and bigger under the night, as if it would swallow the whole world in their stomachs at any moment.

Hermione frowned, then said loudly:

"Quick! Run! ”

In fact, there was no need for Hermione to say it, and at the same time as seeing the scene behind her, everyone spread their legs and ran desperately. The night wind was blowing, blowing a little cold on the body, but it was still not as strong as the chill that came out of everyone's hearts.

It's too late.