Hogwarts Everything is Three

Leonard’s defense zone is located in the central stronghold. A bright green flame suddenly appeared in the empty grate below the stone fireplace. The Aurors who were in charge of guarding stood up and raised their wands on alert. As long as there was something unusual, they were ready to cast it at any time. Cast out the spell to solve the trouble.

But Ian, who has a stubborn blond hair, appeared in the middle of the flame, spinning like a top.

A few seconds later, he crossed the grate. Ian, whose hair was half covering his eyes, had his eyebrows drooped. He was so frustrated that he didn't even slap the ashes off his body as usual. The Auror guards naturally stepped forward and started. Conduct a review of him, such as using spells such as the original form.

When the test passed, the leading guard squeezed a smile: "Sorry, Chief Knox...As you reported earlier, those cunning kingdom people pretended to be a lot of people trying to sneak in..."

"You did a great job..." Ian waved his hand weakly, and he raised his head, seeing a busy and noisy sight before him.

The main defense area in front of them is different from the defensive stronghold of their guerrillas on the periphery. The defensive stronghold of the guerrillas is purely defensive. The personnel inside are only armed forces, and the members here seem to be very mixed.

Clerks in parliament uniforms, Aurors, strikers... Moreover, in addition to the defensive areas that were blocked and unable to escape, a large part of the other defensive areas captured by the United Kingdom also fled here, so it looks like a variety of Identity.

Except for the professionally trained armed personnel, most of the others acted as if they were scattered in the sand. Some clerks hurriedly carried documents and shuttled through the defense zone. The armed forces in charge of defense shouted and improved various facilities.

Many of these wizards, who were doing nothing, gathered together in twos and threes, each holding the photos and flyers of the main defense zone that Ian had seen before, and they looked terrified, as if they were frightened everywhere. Scurrying mice.

Ian, who frowned and looked around, turned his head and looked around, only to find that he saw Uncle Leonard sitting on a high-back wooden chair near a bunker. His complexion was a little sallow, and his red eyes were bloodshot. My hair looks very messy even without washing and taking care of it for several days.

"Report!" Ian strode over and stood in front of Leonard. "I'm here to report on behalf of the Macduff team and ask for support."

"Support? Has your team already played against the United Kingdom? What's the situation now?" Leonard stood up sharply, his brows were still frowning, but he was surprised when he found out that Ian came over. It's still a bit higher than usual.

"There is no official match yet, but because of some accidents... there have been casualties in the team, but the remaining personnel are still standing at the outer defensive stronghold." Ian's voice was full of grief and anger, and he lowered his head to cover up his expression when he thought of what had just happened.

Leonard looked at his nephew up and down, and it seemed that the other party was not hurt, his shoulders were relaxed, and the expression on his cheeks was no longer tight.

"Ian, you go to contact them, first give up the stronghold and return safely." Leonard's wand cast a "clean up" on Ian to make him look better, "I received the United Kingdom commander Albert’s request to meet, I plan to listen to what the other party has to say before considering the next specific defensive measures. If... what they say is true..."

"Uncle! I'm afraid the captain is unwilling to give up the defense so quickly... All the members of Robert's defense area resisted and refused to surrender. McDuff asked the players for their opinions. We are not afraid to die and say we will resist to the end..." Ian muttered Sullenly said, "Can you provide us with some more resources such as magical alchemy bombs? They know that they can't successfully defend against the United Kingdom... You know that the kingdom's army mentioned us before persuading the surrender... So they took me away and wanted to let each other go. Let the people of the kingdom see how powerful American wizards are..." Ian suddenly raised his head, staring at Leonard with the same red eyes, "Uncle Leonard, you are the commander-in-chief, you order me to go back, Macduff I was issued a military order as my boss to force me to come here, but you can let me and them fight to the end..."

"Ian... Chairman Piqueley has lost contact. You know this... Originally, there was little hope that this resistance would win." Leonard sighed deeply, and he patted Ian's Shoulder, "At first, Piqueley and I wanted to use a few victories and successes to delay the defensive battle and allow the international situation to coerce the United Kingdom to retreat... But now, no matter what the situation is on his side, he really hasn't responded for so long. It is indeed less and less meaningful for us to defend." Leonard was low-spirited and stared at Ian: "In that case...Ian, we should now take the opportunity to take advantage of the United Kingdom's mind that does not want too many casualties to win more conditions... Speaking of this, you should understand. In this case, too much sacrifice is meaningless... If it is really the problem of the **** of death, the world of magic will count on the goddess and Alan, no one will. Consider supporting us..."

"Uncle... Didn't you say that you would never surrender?" Ian lowered his head, "There will be no American magical world..."

"The prerequisite for never surrendering is the hope of resistance... so a little hope... but the situation is different now." Seeing the unwillingness in Ian's eyes, Leonard stood up straight and took his own unwillingness. After leaving his mind willingly, he turned and said solemnly, "In short, I do not agree with you going back, nor do I agree with McDuff's decision to stay the course to the end. Now I order you in the name of the commander of the defensive zone to call They all come back, this is an order! Let's talk to them...this is not a fight between wizards anymore..."

Suddenly, Leonard and Ian stopped the conversation. They looked obliquely to the rear almost at the same time, and the shadow cast on the side of the bookcase began to move.

"It just so happened that Albert had just returned to Lying City, and my father and I happened to be a bit empty so we came directly."

Before Allen's voice was finished, he walked out of it with Owen and Jessica, while Penello, with a cold face, guarded behind them.

Things fell to the ground and made the sound of ping-pong-pong. After a short silence from UU reading www.uukanshu.com, there were shouts in the room. The Auror who responded the fastest, they yelled and greeted people for defense, and Some of them hurried over with their magic wands to protect Leonard; the documents in the hands of many civilian wizards were shocked and landed on the ground. In panic, they were a little confused and hurriedly backed away, but they heard the Aurors. They hurriedly ran back from both sides to make room for the Aurors; the correspondent held the badge and quickly contacted the wizard outside...

"Merlin, that's Alan Harris, how could he come here in person..."

"An existence that mysterious people can't resist, can we all resist it together?"

"He is still carrying that devil..."

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Despair spread in the defensive zone. For the American wizards who did not understand the situation, including the previous battles against Germany and Bulgaria by the British, none of the Alan Harrisonians had participated in the war, and the Americans had a fluke of victory. It originated from this, but now Allen himself actually appeared inside their defense zone headquarters...

Then, the fall of the entire defense zone seems inevitable.