Chapter 1335 Bill's Rescue

Aberforth is not the only target of the black-eyed wizard's attack!

When he tried to block one of the black thorns, unexpectedly, the others flew past him and flew towards the Muggle refugees behind him.

Then, in a burst of exclamation and wailing, several innocent refugees were pierced through their bodies by arm-thin black thorns, and blood splashed and stained the road for a while.

"Oops!"

In a hurry, Aberforth only had time to look back, and then he took the initiative to rush towards the black-eyed wizard.

To be honest, he is not the kind of kind person who is overflowing with sympathy, but he can't do that while allowing a group of Muggles who are powerless to resist to be ruthlessly slaughtered by the enemy while turning a blind eye to him.

However, to stop the cold-blooded behavior of the black-eyed wizard, it seems a bit too difficult for Aberforth who can't do anything to him.

Within a few minutes, except for the two wizards who led the asylums barely escaped a series of blackthorn raids, none of the other Muggles managed to escape, and they were all nailed to death on this street.

On the other side, although Aberforth tried his best to prevent this tragedy from happening, the few spells he had used to protect himself fell on the opponent's spherical shield, but there was not even a trace of it.

Not only that, but his left arm was accidentally scratched by a black thorn shot out at high speed, and a piece of flesh was wiped off.

Right now, holding his wand in pain, Aberforth was urging the two remaining wizards out of this place, ignoring the blood oozing from his left arm.

"Leave me alone, you go first!"

"But... sir, you are hurt... If we leave, you may not be able to run."

These two unknown wizards are actually local wizard residents in London, and they are the helpers that Charlie and Bill met during the search and rescue. They lived in the Muggle neighborhood on weekdays, and after getting along with Muggles for a long time, they naturally developed feelings for them.

Because of this, they readily agreed when they were recruited by Bill, and joined the Muggle search and rescue operation.

It's just that it is too difficult to rescue ordinary Muggles who can be said to have no combat power in this perilous environment. Even in the current situation where the number of enemies is greatly reduced, once they are attacked by the black-eyed wizard like just now, even they themselves may not be able to save their lives.

"Go!" Aberforth said angrily, "If no one is left to stand in the way,

The three of us definitely can't run away alone! "

The two wizards looked left and right with heavy faces. Those Muggles who were thanking them just now have all been ruthlessly taken their lives, leaving only one bloody body after another.

This section of the street has been dyed a shocking red.

"What are you still doing, let's go!"

Seeing that a black thorn suddenly condensed on the surface of the black ball and shot towards this side, Aberforth immediately swung his wand back and pushed the targeted wizard aside. He yelled again as the black thorn dug deep into the road and stone chips flew.

The two wizards had no choice but to stand up, grit their teeth and run in the opposite direction, shouting loudly as they ran:

"Sir, please hold on! We will find someone to come over as soon as possible!"

...

"Mr. Weasley, it's here - it's here that the old gentleman saved us both!"

"Huh? Are you sure it's here?"

During the short period of time when the two wizards ran to rescue the soldiers, Aberforth was chased by the black-eyed wizard and ran away again.

After he left, Delphi and St. Mungo's dean led the evacuation team to pass by here. Because they saw the blood-stained street scene, they took the initiative to clean up the place, and temporarily collected those tragic deaths of Muggles.

Now, when Bill came here with the two wizards, he found that there were not many traces here.

"Sir, it is indeed here, we will not remember it wrongly. It's just...we have only been away from here for more than ten minutes, why all of a sudden—"

Having said that, he couldn't help shaking his head, feeling very puzzled.

"In short, you did see the strong old man with white beard and white hair here, right?" Bill nodded, then said, "Then, let me check with tools first... If I guess correctly, the old man should be It's Aberforth, and he should still be unaware of Maca's evacuation plan."

While he was talking, he took out a fist-sized alchemy tool from his pocket, held it with one hand and walked a few steps forward along the street.

Looking at the pointer and dial similar to a clock, the pointer trembled slightly during the careful detection step by step, as if it wanted to point in a certain direction.

However, the fog in London hindered the detection of alchemy tools to a large extent, so that even if the pointer could point out the direction of people's departure 100%, it could only determine a general direction due to interference.

"Okay, you guys avoid the difficult point first! I'll just go find it by myself—you go back as soon as possible, and help the others organize the evacuated team together."

"okay, got it."

The two immediately nodded in agreement, and then accompanied each other and left from the street that had been restored to its original appearance.

Bill watched them turn away, and then he frowned and sniffed—the faint smell of blood made him believe that his health might have problems of one kind or another.

After a while, after searching all the way for a long time, he finally decided to take a rest before continuing to look for someone. But until this moment, he vaguely heard the roar of the tiger.

And mixed with those beast roars, there was a vicissitudes but powerful shout.

As soon as Bill heard this, he immediately stopped delaying. He resolutely gave up the time to rest, and quickly ran to the woods by the roadside.

Sure enough, not long after he went deep, he saw a tall figure avoiding the attack of the black thorns, while fighting hard with the black-eyed wizard who once again supported the spherical shield.

"Aberforth?"

While shouting, Bill immediately waved his wand and joined the battle.

"Are you... a Weasley kid? Bill?"

There are quite a few people who are familiar with that iconic red hair in the British magic world. According to some unreliable guys' book analysis, the Weasley family may still have the blood of Godric Gryffindor. The main basis is that their family has been passed down from generation to generation. Flame-like red hair that doesn't change color.

"Yes, sir."

When Bill nodded in response, he flicked his wand and transfigured a certain tree growing next to the black ball. The next moment, the tree seemed to be moving like a whooping willow, and as soon as it bent down, it slammed towards the black ball.