Chapter 1242 Passing Bill

Wendell still didn't dare to tell his wife what he heard from his neighbor, Mr. Wilson. But now, at least he understood that going out at will would be a very dangerous thing.

So in order to ensure the safety of his family, he decided to stay at home to hide for a while and see the situation.

However, even though they were hiding in the house on the fourth floor, the various noises outside from time to time still made the couple feel uneasy. Even if Wendell didn't say it, his wife was unknowingly aware of the changes in the city outside.

Not to mention anything else, just the sound of explosions resounding far or near in the fog outside was enough to make them feel anxious.

Especially on several occasions, the movement seemed to come from the alley downstairs, which was unbelievably close.

Undoubtedly, continuing to hide it like this will not make the wife less frightened, on the contrary, it will add more fear from the unknown. Therefore, Wendell could only tell his wife about the so-called "thug".

But he didn't expect that, just as he was talking, and while he and his wife were wondering what kind of thugs dared to make trouble in London, a black shadow suddenly broke through the window of their house and landed on them. in front of.

There was only a loud bang, and the coffee table in their house was instantly smashed to pieces.

"Oh--"

The Wendells were terrified, because they discovered that the person who suddenly crashed in from the window was actually a living person! And in the other party's hand, for some reason, he was still holding a broom?

"you……"

Wendell pulled his wife behind him, then looked at the uninvited guest who obviously fell badly, hesitantly and cautiously asked:

"Are you OK?"

To be honest, he really didn't know what to ask, after all, this place is on the fourth floor!

"Oh...it's okay!" The other party used a broom as a crutch, and propped himself up, "I knew this would happen, even if it was a waste of time, I should have put on the armor...my waist."

Immediately, under the suspicious eyes of the Wendells, the other party suddenly took out a delicate wooden stick from the inside of the strange coat, and waved it at the broken window.

"Repair as ever.

"

The next moment, the Wendells saw the shattered glass slag and wood chips fly up immediately, and reassembled back to the window frame like a rewind. In just a blink of an eye, the smashed window was restored.

After the window was repaired, the other party turned around and shrugged:

"Sorry, this shouldn't have been done in front of you! But now that London is like this, I don't think it's a big deal for one more person to violate the "Secrecy Act."

"Uh--"

Wendell's wife is stunned now, but Mr. Wendell is not bad, at least he can speak.

"This... sir, how did you crash into our house from the window on the fourth floor?" He said with a look of disbelief, "And, what happened just now? How did you fix our window?"

"Well, I'm really sorry for breaking into your house without permission—you know, the fog outside is too thick," the other party said politely, "As for how I got here..."

He said, lifted the broom in his hand and shook it, and motioned to the couple:

"I'm a wizard, and wizards can ride broomsticks... I remember that being mentioned in your storybook, isn't it?"

Having said that, he just slightly bowed his body, then turned around and said:

"By the way, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself - I am Bill Weasley, as I said earlier, I am a wizard. In order to express my apologies, I think I have to give you a piece of advice - Now there are evil wizards in downtown London, they are a bunch of murderous lunatics."

"I hope this news of mine will save you from unnecessary harm as much as possible."

Yes, this is Ron's brother Bill back - since Fred and George's wedding last time, he has returned to Egypt to work as his spellbreaker.

But after hearing about the disaster in London this time, he immediately decided to come back again to see if there was anything that needed his help.

However, because the fog in London prevented apparation, he had to choose to fly in from the outskirts of the city on a broom. Because it flew a little faster, it crashed into Wendell's house.

"Okay, I think I have to go!" After Bill gave the Muggle couple a friendly reminder, he picked up his broom and was about to open the window, "My brother Charlie will probably be here soon, and I have to hurry up." Just go and join him."

"Hey!"

Wendell didn't know why he stopped him, but he was being confused by the other party's words now, and really needed a clearer explanation.

No way, just the fact that "a man in a strange costume crashed in through the window on the fourth floor riding a broom" was enough to make it impossible to easily deny the other party's "nonsense".

Not to mention, this Bill just fixed the windows of their house with amazing magic!

wizard? real or fake?

When Bill heard him say "Hey", he couldn't help but pause, turned around and said:

"What's wrong? If you're scared, hide under the bed or into the closet!"

"what?"

Wendell was taken aback when he heard this.

"Then... can you escape the 'evil wizard who kills without batting an eye'?"

"No, no, it's not possible," Bill said regretfully, "However, I believe that will at least make the two of you feel at ease!"

"What?" Wendell didn't care whether he was still doubtful, and asked loudly, "Mr. Weasley Wizard, can't you tell us how to ensure safety? Well, or, can you stay and protect us?"

"Oh, I just said that I was rushing to join my younger brother..." Bill said awkwardly, "To be honest, it's not that I don't want to help you, but the most dangerous people now are those who are fleeing in the streets. You are on the fourth floor, as long as you don't go out, the possibility of being attacked is not too great for the time being."

Just as he was talking, Bill, who was facing the window with his back, saw that the Wendells suddenly looked away from him and looked out of the window behind him.

When he saw it, he hurriedly turned his head to look, and then easily found the thing that attracted the attention of the Muggle couple.

It was a huge storm mixed with ice crystals and flames—it was obvious that the gray fog in the city could not be blown away by any means, but at this moment, a hole was forced out there.

It may be complicated to say, but it is actually just a moment when Bill looks back. In the next second, a series of violent explosions suddenly spread, shaking the window glass "bang bang" and trembling.

Obviously, that was outside the entrance of St. Mungo's, the explosion caused by the confrontation between Maca and Haierbo at that time.

"Hey!"

When Bill saw the terrifying scene, he immediately shook his head, resolutely giving up his thoughts of running out now. Seeing him turn around again, he said to the Wendells who were completely speechless:

"It seems that although I can't stay here to protect you all the time, at least it's okay to sit with you for a while!"

Bill was undoubtedly an excellent wizard, and because of this, he understood better what the scene behind him meant.

It was easy for him to guess that Maca must have made the move, and most of Maca's opponents were Haierbo - fighting at this level would only add to the chaos, and it was wisest to honestly watch from the outside choose.

"Ok?"

Just as he was talking, Bill suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow appearing from a distance. It was precisely because the explosion just now temporarily lifted part of the gray fog that he could inadvertently discover where the shadow was.

But right now, that black shadow seems to be flying towards this side from a distance, and the speed is extraordinarily fast.

"That's... a fire dragon?"

Bill watched from a distance, and when he got a little closer, the outline of the shadow became clearer.

"Could it be Charlie?"

If I have to say it, there are quite a few dragon trainers who can ride a dragon to fly into the sky, but none of them can control the fire dragon to fly in the direction they want.

By the way, although every dragon trainer probably has the dream of riding a fire dragon, most wizards who really try to ride a dragon end up miserable.

However, although Bill didn't think that Charlie could really tame the fire dragon, he seemed to only think of his brother Charlie when he could make a fire dragon appear in the sky over London at the moment.

However, before he could confirm whether there was anyone on the back of the fire dragon, he saw that the outline of the fire dragon that became more and more obvious suddenly swooped down and landed on the outskirts of the city.

"Okay!" Bill curled his lips. "Whether it's Charlie or not, at least the fire dragon should be controlled by someone. And the other party has obviously realized it. It's best not to pick this moment to fly around in the air."

Thinking so, he rubbed his chin and sat down on the chair next to him. Regardless of the speechless Wendells, he began to think about what to do next.

"... Mister Wizard?"

Wendell finally came back to his senses at this time - although he couldn't see the magical creature like the fire dragon, he could still see the ice and fire storm that exploded in the air.

Needless to say, the frightening scene had already shocked him, making him unable to raise any doubts about Bill's previous words.

"Mr. Wizard, this... this is really horrible, can you please take us out of London? I can pay you sterling, I mean seriously -"

When Bill heard this, he didn't care that he interrupted his thinking, but then he showed an expression of helplessness.

"Unfortunately, in the current state of affairs, you cannot leave London."

"Please! Please save us!" Wendell pleaded hastily, "No, even if I can't... just my wife and daughter, really!"