Chapter 1272: One Corner of the City

Mr. Ta Weng's life was not stable.

As he once mentioned with Maca. Because of Voldemort's persecution, his father could only take him, who was still young at the time, to leave his hometown, sneak from a corner of the wizarding world to a corner of the Muggle world, and live a life of impoverishment.

Yes, he thinks that his life should be described by the word "surviving an ignoble existence".

After all, while he's a Squib, he wasn't born that way.

He has also experienced magic runaway, and has studied in Durmstrang for several years, and even his magical talent is not lost to most of his peers.

However, in order not to be targeted by that damned Tom Riddle back then, and to preserve the last bloodline in his family, his father personally abolished him.

Why do you have to do this? Is there really such a need for anonymity at all costs?

Or in other words, what is the deep hatred between Tom Riddle and their family?

This is undoubtedly a secret, and even he himself didn't know it until his father died.

However, those old things obviously don't matter anymore.

Voldemort is dead, and his son Erns has returned to the wizarding world, and I heard that his academic performance is quite good.

That seems to be enough.

But who would have thought that Haierbo's sudden birth would plunge the whole of Britain... and even the entire European magic world into chaos.

Another even more terrifying wizard war seems to break out completely at any moment.

Um, no, hasn't this already started?

"gentlemen."

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in the room behind him, which made Ta Weng, who was standing by the window peeping out, startled suddenly.

"Who?"

While asking questions vigilantly, Ta Weng slightly turned around, only to find that there was obviously no one in the room except himself.

But the moment he frowned, a figure suddenly appeared from the side of the bed, looking at him calmly.

"Hello, I'm an Auror from the Ministry of Magic. Judging from your peek at the battle outside the window just now, and your behavior when you see me now, you shouldn't be a Muggle, right?"

It can be seen that the wizard who suddenly appeared at his home was wearing a brown coat, without much expression on his face. Coupled with this business-like attitude, it seems that he is indeed a rigid Auror.

Most Aurors in the Ministry of Magic felt this way when Taon was young.

Of course, the long pole in the opponent's hand seems a bit strange... Is it the latest alchemy tool?

"I'm not a Muggle..." Taon thought for a while, then muttered impatiently, "But, I'm a Squib."

After muttering casually, he squinted at the guy who called himself an Auror and said, "What are you doing breaking into my house?"

"Of course I ask you to evacuate to the shelter," the other party said calmly, "Currently the city of London is quite dangerous, even if you hide indoors, it will not be very safe. In order to ensure that the lives of the vast majority of people are not in danger, Minister Scrimgeour has personally dispatched a search and rescue mission. For your personal safety, please actively cooperate with my work.

"

Seeing that after the other party finished speaking in a very stylized way, he turned sideways and raised his hand to signal Ta Weng to follow him to leave here, Ta Weng couldn't help curling his lips.

What he likes most is giving orders to others, and what he hates the most is of course being given orders.

However, Ta Weng has no objection to the matter of taking refuge. It is indeed very dangerous outside now, he is a squib, and there is no way to go out at all. And once an enemy comes in, the consequences are obvious.

So, even though Taon didn't have the slightest liking for Auror, he still walked towards the door of the room as promised.

After Ta Weng opened the door and walked out, the Auror followed closely behind.

It's just that when he passed the living room and walked towards the door, he didn't know which muscle Ta Weng made a mistake, so he suddenly asked quite ironically:

"The two places of refuge are St. Mungo's and Diagon Alley, right? Why, this time, it's not the priority to accept wizards and people, even squibs like me have a place?"

"Ok?"

The Auror walking behind him heard the words, but he didn't seem to hear the inexplicable sarcasm in his tone, and said lightly:

"This time there are three refuges in the city. Except for St. Mungo's, which is currently overcrowded and can only accept the injured in principle, the other two do not distinguish between refugees. Especially the Quidditch Museum, I heard Most of those who were rescued were Muggles..."

"Oh?" Ta Weng couldn't help raising his eyebrows after hearing this, "This is really a rare thing."

After all, he stretched out his hand to open the door, and then walked out without any scruples.

To be honest, in terms of the level of danger outside, even many wizards dare not go out easily, let alone he is still a Squib who can't cast spells.

Could it be that they don't have a clear understanding of the situation outside?

The "Auror" following behind looked at Tawon's back and hesitated for a moment, then followed.

"who!"

There was an Auror team fighting the mad wizard on the street. When he saw two people walking out of the houses on the street one after the other, Dang even glanced this way.

Seeing this, the "Auror" behind Ta Weng greeted immediately:

"I'm from the search and rescue team. Send him to the Leaky Cauldron."

That team was fighting fiercely with the enemy, so they didn't have time to take care of it. Upon hearing this, the leading elite Auror immediately nodded and said:

"Pay attention to safety, and...be careful to distinguish the identity of the asylum seekers."

No way, Ta Wengna's appearance of acting on his own is a bit suspicious, no wonder the other party added such a reminder.

"Ok, I know."

After the same nod in response, he quickened his pace and chased after Ta Weng who had already walked along the street for a certain distance.

However, before he could say anything, he heard Ta Weng in front of him suddenly ask a step ahead:

"How is the situation at Hogwarts? My son is still studying there... Don't wait for the end of the study tour, but the school is gone!"

"I don't know about that," the Auror, who had chased after Taon again, couldn't help saying casually after hearing this, "It shouldn't be a problem, right? Anyway, there's still that McLean who is holding it back, isn't it?"

When the Auror said the surname "McLean", a subtle expression flashed across his face, but Taon, who was walking in front, didn't see it.

And at this moment, the tip of the long stick that this "Auror" was holding suddenly flickered slightly.