Chapter 1290 Black Before Dawn

There is still about an hour until dawn. The battle, which lasted almost the entire night, seemed to have finally subsided.

Of course, although the number of those black-eyed wizards has gradually decreased, the situation in London seems to have begun to tilt towards the Order of the Phoenix. But the mad wizards under Hai Erbo's hands are still quite tricky.

So until now, there are still bursts of noise in the city of London from time to time, the sounds of explosions, impacts, and shouts... can already be heard everywhere.

Especially the large-scale battlefield on Sirius' side, let alone a result that can be tossed out in just one night.

Tiredness accumulated secretly in everyone's body and heart.

But when it comes to fatigue, Harry is probably the most tired person tonight—although Haierbo temporarily stopped releasing black-eyed wizards, there are still quite a few wizards wandering around in the urban area.

In order to find "them" one by one, and try their best to clean up "them", Harry and Thomas, who formed his partner, kept running and searching, the degree of hardship is self-evident.

As for Charlie, who was still with Harry on the way, after Thomas joined him, he rode a fire dragon to find Bill and continued the search and rescue...

"Thomas, this way... Oh, it seems that you really don't know the way! Going this way is the direction to St. Mungo's. If you go that way, you should go to the Leaky Cauldron in a while!"

Apparition is indeed an extraordinarily handy enchantment that allows wizards to go anywhere, anytime, anywhere they have been. But in this way, there are really a lot of road idiots in the magic world.

And there is no doubt that Thomas must be one of them.

"Oh, Mr. Potter, walk slowly—it's too foggy, and I'm afraid I'll get lost again in a while!"

"Oh God...ah no, I mean, Merlin..."

Harry had no choice but to slow down his pace, in case Thomas really didn't keep up later, and then he had to turn around to find him.

The darkness before dawn seemed particularly deep, coupled with the hazy gray fog, so that the visibility in this alley was really low. It wasn't until the two of them walked through the alleyway to the street outside that the street lamps barely gave them a little light.

"Hey! Thomas... my God, where are you going?"

"Ah? Isn't it this way? But you just said..."

To be honest, with the power of the Bewitching Monument given by Maca, Thomas' strength has become quite strong. During the past half night, Harry cooperated with him to kill many black-eyed wizards, and the two of them also developed some rare tacit understandings at the same time.

So from the perspective of fighting together, Harry still has a sense of recognition for this "uncle" who is not very old.

It's a pity that besides fighting, the two of them obviously had to keep on their way.

No, it might be better to say that most of the time of the two of them was mainly spent on the road.

Because riding a broomstick can't see the ground clearly, flying too low can easily hit buildings, and the two of them have to rely on only one pair of legs to search for the enemy.

It is conceivable that how much suffering would it be to travel with a road idiot who is surprisingly strong in physical fitness and fast in running speed?

If Thomas hadn't gradually adapted to the feeling of jogging,

Harry almost wanted him to run away behind his back, at least that way the two of them wouldn't get separated inadvertently.

"Here! Do you see? You should know each other when you get here, right?"

"Oh... Taotao Department Store is here!"

...

"Tuk tuk."

A slightly restrained knock sounded from the door of the ward, probably because the visitor thought that everyone inside should still be asleep, so they didn't dare to knock too loudly.

However, as soon as the voice came out in the darkness, Hermione and the others opened their eyes one after another, propped up their upper body and looked towards the door.

"Maca?"

Almost at the same time, several friends subconsciously said the name, obviously everyone really wanted to see him.

After all, in the current turmoil, only Maca is the most reassuring.

And at this moment, Percy, who was closest to the door, got up from the bed first, and waved at everyone.

"I'll go see who's here."

Before the words fell, he didn't ask who was outside, and reached out and twisted the doorknob.

"Potter? You...huh?"

Percy had just called Harry and was about to ask him if he was injured or something, but then he reached for the wand in his arms as if he was facing a big enemy.

"Oh, no no—not the enemy! He's—"

Harry at the door shook his hand hastily, but before he could explain, Percy's wand was already quickly pressed against his chest.

Isn't Percy not fully recovered because he has been lying at home for too long? How can you draw the wand so fast? Not only that, but his movements are particularly clean and agile, which is definitely an effect that can only be achieved after a lot of practice.

"Don't talk nonsense, answer me!" Percy asked very cautiously, pressing the tip of his staff against his chest, "During Christmas the year you entered Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore hid something in the Inside the flaming strawberry pudding (Note ①)?"

"Huh? In first grade?"

"Yes! Say it...if you still want to prove that you are Harry Potter!"

"Hey, Percy, it's been almost six years! Damn you remind me of what was hidden in the Christmas pudding six years ago—"

Just as he was talking, Harry was taken aback suddenly, then stared at Percy's mouth and hurriedly said:

"It's a silver piece! A crescent-shaped silver piece! I remembered—there is only one piece of silver on each college's long table, and you ate it! It almost broke your front tooth!"

"Who asked you to lift my front teeth? I'm just asking you what's hidden inside!" Percy muttered angrily, then retracted his wand and said, "Now you can say, who is behind you?" Is... what is it?"

But on the other side, Harry was still thinking about the silver piece, so he heard him slightly puzzled: "Did Professor Dumbledore say that he hid the silver piece? Why don't I remember anything?"

"Does it need to be said?" Ron, who had just walked over to greet his good buddy, heard the words, "It's a crescent-shaped silver piece—exactly the same as Professor Dumbledore's glasses!"

"Okay! Stop thinking about Christmas silver coins," Hermione urged immediately. "Harry, hurry up... er, tell us about it?"

To be honest, when everyone approached one after another and saw Thomas standing behind Harry, almost everyone was taken aback.

After all, even if there are black dead disciples among you who have never seen Voldemort, anyone who sees a "humanoid creature" with black air all over his body will probably be wary...or even afraid.

However, Harry was obviously used to Thomas' scary appearance.

"Oh, this is Mr. Thomas, a wizard who is very good at fighting!" He turned his head to look at himself while talking, and then he was a little surprised, "Huh? Is the black mist on your body... ...was a little lighter than it was at the beginning?"

"Oh! Can you see that?"

Thomas, who was still a little confused by Percy's questioning at first, immediately perked up when he heard Harry ask this question.

"On the way, I've been thinking of a way to see if I can put away some of the black mist—you see, it's really easy to scare people, especially in this period!"

While explaining, he couldn't help but reach out and shake the black mist in front of him, then shrugged and said:

"Although, they won't hinder me from seeing things."

After hearing this, Harry waved his hands indifferently, then turned his head and said to everyone:

"Anyway, no problem—we happened to meet Maca at that time, and he had already checked Mr. Thomas, and he was the one who recommended Mr. Thomas and me to form a partner at that time!"

"It was recommended by Maca?" Hermione nodded immediately when she heard it, "It must be fine--Okay, let's all come in! You must be very tired, sit down and rest, and eat some cookies to cushion your stomach first !"

Then, everyone surrounded Harry and Thomas and came to the ward, busy preparing food and drinks for the two "warriors" who had worked hard all night. Only Delphi, still sitting on the armchair in the corner, looked hard at the black-smelling Thomas.

In the future world she knew, Maca used the "arrogant" rules of the Bewitching Monument to create many subordinates, including wizards and various magical creatures.

If it weren't for so much help, Hai Erbo's later power would definitely not be stopped.

Therefore, Delphi was actually very impressed with this kind of wizard covered in black mist, and she was even saved once by her father's subordinates.

Unexpectedly, now she finally saw such a wizard who was called "Black Apostle" at that time - needless to say, this title was given by Maca to distinguish it from Voldemort's "Black Dead Apostle". It was decided casually.

but……

"Mr. Thomas, may I ask... are you the only wizard like you?"

Hearing Delphi in the corner of the room suddenly asked a question, Thomas, who was eating, was stunned for a moment. To be honest, he had never seen such a beautiful little girl before!

"Uh..." After being stunned for a while, he said, "You mean smoke like me? Well... As far as I know, I should be the only one... Anyway, I haven't seen others. "

"Oh, that's it...thank you."

After hearing Thomas' answer, Delphi was actually quite puzzled.

Because she still clearly remembered that when her father made the black apostles for the first time in her memory, she made as many as ten black apostles at once.

So, why would he only make one now?

"...Well, maybe it's just because of scattered manufacturing?" She couldn't help thinking secretly in her heart.

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