Chapter 1872: Mutation of the Living Tide

Latest website: Two days have passed since the day Percy sent a team of wizards to take a boat for coastal reconnaissance. For the past two days, Harry and them had been going all out to fight the dead, reducing the pressure on the line of defense as much as possible.
However, the number of live corpses in the surrounding area still did not decrease, as if every two were killed, another two or three followed, making them feel exhausted.
You know, even squatting at the door of your home with your fingers and playing with ants, such a game that you played as a kid, can be exhausting for two days and two nights. Not to mention, living corpses can't be compared with ants. Although Harry and them can easily kill ordinary living corpses, they still have to work hard to wield their swords.
"How is it over the dock?"
Today Hermione also picked up a wand and a rune card and stood behind the front line to support Harry from time to time, so as to avoid excessive fatigue that caused them to be injured due to momentary negligence.
However, while shooting from time to time, she also needs to pay attention to all aspects of the camp inside and outside-at present she has given Percy control of many things, but the contingency of the scene still needs her to deploy.
"Granger Port in Cherbourg, France, sent another group of people to assist the defense, and Mr. Weasley arranged them to the side." A wizard replied, "In addition ... the investigative team has not yet returned. "
"Well, I see," Hermione nodded, glancing at the sides of the front again, and then exclaimed, "Harry, Neville! You can come back ... take a rest!"
"Ok!"
Neville didn't step back after responding, but turned around and shouted to Harry:
"Harry, you are too physically exhausted, you go back first-I'll block it for you."
"No need, you go back first, I can stand it!" Harry said without looking back. "Don't say that I have a lot of physical energy. You have been maintaining the patron saint, but it's more tired than me!"
Obviously, both of them actually knew that in the past few hours, due to tiredness, the fighting efficiency was much lower than the previous two days. The decrease in the efficiency of destroying live corpses directly leads to the fact that they need to spend more time to maintain the pressure of the defense line on a more stable basic line.
As a result, the battle against the tide of corpses has fallen into a vicious circle.
"Don't fight, you all come back to me!" Hermione sighed and said loudly, "Just leave it to me during the time you go to rest!"
"Hermione, we still--"
"Don't hesitate," Hermione interrupted immediately when she saw that Harry was still stubborn. "Do you want me to ask you over? Don't hurry back to rest!"
Seeing Hermione swell, Harry and Neville glanced at each other, and finally dropped back in the gaze of some Ginny and others laughing.
Passing by Hermione, he hurried back to the camp, and Harry, carrying the Gryffindor sword, couldn't help but whispered to Neville:
"Hermione seems to be getting irritable today. Is it because the tide of corpses lasted too long?"
The two returned from the line of defense and immediately attracted the attention of many wizards in the camp. However, since this time, they have been used to these or admiration, or curious eyes, just nodded slightly when they were out of touch with others, and did not care too much.
"Huh?" Neville paused before shaking his head. "I can't see it."
"Also," Harry wondered. "Even if we can't withstand our current fighting power, we can still ask the Muggle army to help us as we did last time ... It's not that we're in desperation, so we won't rush her into this. . "
"Who knows!" Neville shrugged. "Anyway, I have been with Hannah for so long, and I still don't understand the girl's psychology ... Anyway, just follow her!"
"Yeah!" Harry sighed. "I don't understand--"
The two were talking, and all of a sudden Harry stepped back, then turned sharply and looked in the direction they were coming from.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
Neville asked quickly what he seemed to notice.
"It seems like someone is coming ... it's a very familiar feeling." At this point, he beckoned, "Neville, let's go back and see! Come on!"
Before the words fell, he ran back first, as fast as a gust of wind.
Neville saw him so anxious, for fear of a half-step delay in delaying the emergency, he immediately re-cast the patron saint to call out the silver lion, and flew out of the camp as soon as he turned over, leaving only the surrounding area The sorcerers looked at them in astonishment and went away.
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Harry's perception this time was actually a very special situation. Except for him, Hermione, Ginny, Hannah, etc., inside and outside the camp, and even outside the line of defense, had not found anything.
It wasn't until Harry and Neville quickly returned to this side that some of the wizards who had defended the corpse just before the line of defense loomed through the fog and saw some unusual shadows.
"Look, what's that--"
Seeing Harry and Neville return shortly after they left, Hermione was about to ask, but heard a reminder from a guarding wizard behind him. The next moment, she couldn't help asking any more, and turned around again, looking busy.
Indeed, although there was a living corpse in front of the line of defense, and it was foggy a little further away, she could still see a dark shadow in a certain direction that was not the same as elsewhere. It was as if something had been added to that place, and it was constantly moving and approaching.
"Hermione, Neville and I are going to see."
Harry saw that everyone, including Hermione, had noticed this, so he simply stopped talking and ran out. But soon, he and Neville were stopped by Hermione.
"What's the anxiety ~ EbookFREE.me ~ forgot about what we said before? Don't be impulsive in case of an unexpected situation ... especially you! Harry, you are the first of us to act calmly!"
After Hermione said a few words, she nodded at Neville:
"Let your patron saint explore the situation ... That shadow can move so quickly in such a dense group of corpses, it is definitely not easy. Maybe it is a special giant corpse, or ... maybe even It's a high-level living corpse! "
As soon as he heard the word "high-level living corpse" spit out from Hermione, Harry and Neville, who had "meeted" directly with the lava corpse, immediately changed their faces-it was by no means a bad guy.
At that moment, Harry clenched the hilt of the sword subconsciously.
"I see," Neville rolled over from the back of Silver Lion, followed by raising his wand and pointing at the far shadow, "Go and see!"
While he was talking, the patron saint of lions had dragged a long silver "tail" across the guard line and rushed straight out.