Chapter 1282

Through this five-hour backtracking journey, Maca gradually learned a lot about the rules of time.

Among them, he had already speculated a long time ago, but he just needed to confirm it with the help of stone balls; and naturally, there were some things that he would never know unless he tested them himself.

As for his biggest gain from this trip, it is undoubtedly the so-called "safety limit" that he tried out step by step with the help of Thomas in the end.

Obviously, as long as Maca spends more effort on this basis after the fact... Leaving aside the method of saving Luna's life, at least he can always use the reaction of the stone ball to judge the degree of danger of changing something, so as to Prevented the serious injury incident that Delphi spoke of from happening again.

"Maka, then shall we, together with Mr. Thomas, send this lady to St. Mungo's first?"

Hearing Harry's words, he glanced at the woman rescued by Thomas, and then nodded slightly.

"okay."

Just now, Maca hit Thomas's heart with a few words in a row, and he also promised to let the Order of the Phoenix send someone to protect his family. Soon, Thomas made up his mind and agreed to stay and help.

And Thomas' next task was to send the Muggle woman to St. Mungo's with Harry and Charlie, and then partnered with the two to fight more soul collectors in the city.

Undoubtedly, Thomas was actually terrified in his heart, which can be seen from the fact that he hurriedly ran behind Harry when he saw Norberta before. But it is also obvious that he is actually eager for change from the bottom of his heart.

This time, Maca took advantage of him without him knowing, but it was also equivalent to giving him a great opportunity that was accompanied by danger.

"Oh, by the way, Maca, won't you come to St. Mungo's with us?"

Seeing Harry walking a few steps and suddenly turning his head, Maca shrugged, smiled and shook his head.

"I just came out of there."

...

To say that the night in London always comes a bit early, from the time of nightfall to five hours later, the whole night is actually only half over.

But this half of the night alone has caused a considerable change in the situation in the city.

Facts have proved that when things go well, there will always be times when things go wrong, even Hai Erbo, who has been planning for a long time and is scheming, seems to be the same.

Since Sirius led a large number of wizards and the Muggle army borrowed from the Queen by Kingsley to fight together, the orderly large-scale battle made those mad wizards very uncomfortable. In the past five hours, several battlefields have sent good news to the Leaky Cauldron.

And because of the joint attack of Harry and Charlie, the number of black-eyed wizards who have become executioners in the city is decreasing one by one.

For the already modest number of these soul collectors, this is obviously gradually becoming a big problem. Therefore, it is conceivable that Haierbo must be in a bad mood right now.

Therefore, Lu Ping, who was in charge of supporting the center, suddenly discovered when sorting out a lot of information that, at some point, the news of witnessing those black-eyed wizards suddenly decreased a lot.

"Is the operation efficiency of Harry and Charlie so high?"

"Definitely not."

When Lupine was flipping through the tallied data,

Suddenly, he heard a rough voice beside him. The voice was so characteristic, he didn't even have to turn his head to know it was Aberforth who had returned.

"How do you know?" Lupine subconsciously said, "You went to help them two?"

"No."

Aberforth sat down on the chair next to Lupin, then took Lupin's cup in a self-talking manner, and gulped down the already cold black tea in it.

"However, I just followed them for a while because I was on the way-the two little guys were indeed amazing, one wielding the Gryffindor sword with agility, and the other riding a Norwegian Ridgeback with awe-inspiring majesty. , and the cooperation during the battle is also quite good."

Just as he was talking, he snatched the statistical report from Lupin's hands and looked at it carefully, before adding:

"However, it's impossible for them to clear half of those black eyeballs that are killing people all over the city so quickly... Look, there hasn't even been a single entry in the last hour. How can it be so fast?"

Having said that, Aberforth slapped the document on the table, then raised his hand and scratched his messy white hair vigorously.

"So in my opinion, Haierbo must have called those guys back all of a sudden!"

"Really?" Lupine hesitated. "But Maca told me before, he said that Hai Erbo doesn't seem to be able to control the actions of those black-eyed wizards—those guys are not obedient at all?"

"Oh?" Aberforth asked, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, but then waved his hands lazily, "Then I don't know, you can figure it out yourself!"

"Hey!"

Lupine choked on his irresponsible remark - if you don't know the truth, don't make it sound like it is! And in the end, he threw the question away indifferently.

"Don't look at me with that look, anyway, I really don't have any ideas." Aberforth shook his head and said, "Well, I'm going to go to Sirius anyway, so I can help you by the way ...By the way, where is it? Behind Big Ben, right?"

"Hey," Lupine said hastily when he heard this, "Don't! You want to go to Haierbo's place? Isn't that courting death? Although someone in the intelligence said that there was no one there, what if Haierbo hid and let Didn't our spies find out?"

But when Aberforth heard it, he pouted on the spot and said:

"Isn't it just a life? If you lose it, you lose it... I've lived long enough, and frankly, there's not much point in living any longer. So for me, it's better to just start from the beginning I don't promise you to come over; otherwise, I'll go out and fight a few fights!"

"What are you talking about!" Lupine held his forehead speechlessly, with a helpless expression on his face, "The main manpower is not enough, and there are still many places that need you!"

"Whispering!"

Aberforth glanced at him impatiently before nodding reluctantly. After all, Lupine was right, too.

What's more, thinking of his "selfish" brother, Aberforth felt that he must not just die like that.

"Okay, I got it!" Soon, he stood up and said, "Then I'll go to rest for a while—I didn't eat much at night, so I'm hungry after such an activity."

Hearing what Aberforth said, Lupine heaved a sigh of relief, and then said:

"If you want to eat, go to the refugee camp! Mr. Swift of Dragon's Breath Bakery has made a lot of sweet bread, saying that eating some sweet bread can calm everyone's mood... there should be a lot left over there few!"

The Dragon's Breath Bakery he mentioned is located in Diagon Alley, and its popularity is not high because the taste has not changed for nearly a hundred years. And yet, the Swift family has continued to make bread, generation after generation, and has barely managed to make it to the present day.

But this time, when the whole of London was caught in this fog and Diagon Alley was completely turned into a place of refuge, the old Mr. Swift took the initiative to provide free food for the refugees.

What's more worth mentioning is that the reason why the ancestors of the Swift family built this bakery was also to provide food for the refugees in the magic war... Corners and alleys don’t even exist yet!

Hearing Lupine's words, Aberforth immediately chuckled and said:

"It seems that if we can successfully get through this crisis, old Swift's bakery should have many new customers."

As he spoke, he turned around and came out from the bar, striding towards the backyard.

"Who says it's not?" Lupine looked at Aberforth's leaving back, and couldn't help saying, "Besides, the Swift family is worthy of starting as a wartime supplier. Seeing that the momentum in the wizarding world is not right, immediately I just stocked up a lot of ingredients. Seriously, if this time drags on for a long time, then Dragon’s Breath Bakery will have made a great contribution!”

At least for a certain period of time, they will no longer have to send people to collect food at the risk of danger.

After thinking about it casually, Lupine quickly put these things aside for the time being, bowed his head and began to write a letter - he had to tell Maca as soon as possible about the fact that the number of witnesses of the black-eyed wizard was decreasing abnormally. Row.

...

As Lupine said earlier, Hai Erbo really couldn't control the soul collectors transformed by the summoning ceremony itself.

However, although he cannot control the actions of those black-eyed wizards, he can temporarily prevent "them" from appearing in London.

That's right, after Maca and Delphi left the mirrored space, it was naturally empty. While secretly annoyed, Haierbo simply brought those "apprentices" who had not yet been transformed into that space.

So, even though they were still in the small square behind Big Ben, even if Aberforth went there, he would definitely not see Haierbo.

"McLean... Let's see how you come in and interfere with my plan this time!"

On that black and white square, Haierbo watched the apprentices being transformed into collectors one by one, and then wandered around in a daze in this monotonous mirror city. The corner of his mouth gradually turned into a sneer.

"Yes, and that little girl," he seemed to suddenly recall Delphi, and then snorted softly, "After all these collectors have been transformed, I'd like to see if you can still play with me." What kind of tricks are there?"

Needless to say, Hai Erbo plans to release the collectors all at once. And if that was the case, with the combat power of those black-eyed wizards, it would be difficult for Harry and the others to handle it alone.

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