Chapter 1308 Thank You for a Piece of Pancake

In the past in the wizarding world, there used to be an argument that seems very extreme now, saying that Muggles would be hostile to all wizards who could use magic.

Yes, it was an extremely chaotic period for both Muggles and wizards—starting from the Holy See’s planning of injustice cases and its attempt to further establish faith through the hands of wizards, the witch hunting movement continued in Europe and the United States. open.

It was a disaster, a super-scale disaster that far surpassed what Haierbo could do so far, and was comparable to ancient magic wars.

In that disaster, not only wizards who were persecuted by Muggles at that time suffered, but also a large number of Muggle people who were confused and misled by the Holy See at that time.

I remember that in the world-famous Salem witch trial in Massachusetts, USA, not only were wizards sentenced to hang, but also some so-called "heretics" who opposed the Holy See at that time.

However, the Muggles are misled by the propaganda of the Holy See, and the wizards also have many pure-blood families who are disturbing their sight. When some ignorant Muggles followed the guidance of the Holy See and carried out prey campaigns, the pure-blood families also began to make group speeches almost at the same time, denouncing all Muggles as ignorant villains.

And those pure-blood families are actually just like the Muggle Holy See, only for their own interests-they want to completely trample the "inferior" Muggles under their feet.

But in fact?

Wizards are divided into good and bad, good and evil, and Muggles... of course the same. Muggles who are friendly to wizards have existed in every period of history.

After all, apart from magic, there is no physical difference between wizards and Muggles.

"...Mr. Wizard, I know, you must be a wizard! Because no ordinary person dares to take a leisurely walk on the street at this time. So, I really just want to find someone who can send my granddaughter out of this ghost place Nice guy...and at first, I thought you were..."

On the sofa opposite the coffee table, the Muggle old man who had seemed straightforward just now became extremely cautious. Although he was explaining, he always seemed to be so absent-minded until he realized that he seemed to have said something wrong.

"Oh, no!" He was talking, suddenly stunned, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean you don't look like a good person now, I didn't mean that—"

"Old man, you don't need to be nervous, let alone apologize..." Maca waved his hands calmly, "Because I thought you might have bad intentions for me just now——as you said, I still don't care about you in this period. Walking around the streets alone is really not something that an ordinary person would do; but correspondingly, it is obviously a very strange thing for you to invite a 'suspicious person' like me to your home at this time, Isn't it?"

"Ah... yes,

You are right. After hearing this, the old man couldn't help but nodded and said, "So, Mr. Wizard...you are a 'good' wizard, right? "

After Maca heard it, before he had time to answer, the old man said again:

"Actually, I just mentioned that I have seen a lot of strange people these days, and this is indeed the case. I have seen murderous demons, and I have also seen fighting those demons and rescuing such people. My average powerless Londoner. They all have scary, spooky abilities, but they're doing the exact opposite."

"So," he suddenly paused at this point, "I'm actually just looking for a 'good wizard' who is willing to help us... Actually, there is not much food at home, and these pancakes on the table are the last ones. . . . Oh, poor little Shirley is sick again . . . and she'll, she'll die if this goes on . . . "

The old man's voice became more and more trembling, and at the end he couldn't help but choked up. While Maca was listening to his words, Maca looked down at the basket of pancakes on the coffee table, but her thoughts drifted away unknowingly.

Undoubtedly, this old Muggle man is like a microcosm of the vast majority of London residents—in this inexplicable disaster, the most innocent and helpless are just these ordinary muggles Melon people.

And Maca believes that when the Muggles of the whole city are forced to hide in their homes and fear, they are also secretly watching everything outside the window.

Let me ask, what would they think when they saw groups of guys with strange abilities killing passers-by?

"Speaking of... sir," Maca suddenly thought of a question while he was thinking secretly, "How did you know about 'wizard'? Did you guess it?"

The word "wizard" is actually not unfamiliar to Muggles, although wizards have already settled down, and they no longer appear in the sight of Muggles as they used to. But in the final analysis, wizards and magic have existed in this world for thousands of years, and it is not something that wizards can erase all if they want to.

It's just that it's a bit difficult to think of a wizard just by looking at the battle on the street from the window.

"I heard a wizard say it himself... At that time, he saved a child downstairs... Oh, that's a kind 'good wizard'! It's a pity that there were terrible bad guys out there at that time, and I went to They didn't dare to speak when they left."

"Well... is it?"

The old man was actually referring to Harry, but Maca had no way of knowing. He only thought that it was likely to be an Auror sent by Lupine to search and rescue or the Federation to support wizards.

Of course, who the old man saw was not important to him. What's more important is that those wizards who have also rescued Muggles seem to be bringing goodwill to these London residents who know nothing about the facts.

That's right, as long as there are no people deliberately misleading Muggles' cognition like in the witch hunting period, they can naturally rely on their own judgment to distinguish between good and bad. Even if there are wizards at the same time, there are "good wizards" and "bad wizards"-in fact, they can be clearly distinguished.

"Fortunately, Hai Erbo is not interested in wooing Muggles at all..."

Hearing Maca muttered something, although the old man didn't hear it clearly, he was still a little puzzled and a little uneasy:

"Mr. Wizard... what did you just say?"

"Oh, no, I'm just talking to myself," Maka shook her head immediately upon hearing this, "Old man, you said your... well, it's your granddaughter, right? Is she sick?"

"Yes, little Shirley, she is my granddaughter—she has been in poor health, and has been frightened for the past few days, and has had a fever for two days."

After hearing this, Maca immediately stretched out his hand towards the closed door, and gestured:

"Let me go and take a look for her! I might be able to cure her... well, just take it as a thank you gift for that piece of pancake and a glass of water!"