Chapter 1374 No Permanent Friends

"There are no permanent friends or permanent enemies in the world, only permanent interests."

These famous words were uttered by Muggle Prime Minister Winston Churchill, who led Britain to victory in World War II.

Obviously, as the two-term British Prime Minister, Churchill also had some contact with the magic world at that time. Because of this, if his words are applied to wizards in the wizarding world, they are also applicable.

But in this day and age, the person who interprets his famous saying most "thoroughly" is probably the despicable Hai Erbo.

Yes, what Haierbo wants is interests, and those "only belong to him" interests!

He can use various means of intimidation, temptation, and confusion to win over others for his own use, and when necessary, he can abandon his subordinates to sacrifice without hesitation.

In his eyes, there are no so-called "friends" and no so-called "enemies", because deep down in his heart there is only himself.

Oh no, maybe a long, long time ago, there were some people who entered his heart? It's a pity that those people no longer exist - they have been worn down by the rules of time so that there is not even a scum left.

"Helbo's magical reaction appeared for a while...near Big Ben, not far from us."

At the dining table, the girl lowered her head slightly, staring at the more conspicuous star ornament on the map. It can be seen that it is moving little by little, sometimes glowing red, and sometimes turning back to its original silver color.

"Hailbo is here?" Hearing this, the rock youth immediately slammed his mouth full of alcohol and said, "The last time his magic power reaction appeared, it was inside that strange black humanoid creature, and it was still stiff. Kicked McLean out of London...then this time, he should still be in that body, right?"

"It should be like this," the girl nodded, and said calmly, "The big black guy is also in the same position. When the magic power feedback appeared, Xing Xing was indeed with the big black guy."

"Tsk," the young rocker shook the wine bottle in his hand immediately after hearing this, "I won't go this time! Last time I sneaked up to take a look, and was almost spotted by that McLean!"

"Isn't that not discovered?" The young gentleman at the coffee table said with a smile, "You are still the best at hiding. If you don't go, who will you go?"

"Don't even go!" the rock youth said angrily,

"That guy Hai Erbo is not a good guy, and now he has obviously got what he wants... well, even if it may be close to meaning, it is a matter of time! If I am caught by him in the past now, God knows it will be a What result?"

Before he finished speaking, the two listened to Fei who was at the dining table and said abruptly:

"You may die."

Hearing these unrealistic words, the rock youth finally lost his temper and could only roll his eyes.

"Did you hear that?" He stared back at the middle-aged gentleman and said, "With that guy's level of ego, I guess he didn't even see us as human beings!"

"That's all right, if you don't go, then don't go!" The middle-aged gentleman took a sip of his coffee, and then sighed, "Fei, remember not to trigger those necklaces... Haierbo may not need us to do it right now, wait and see Let's talk about the situation!"

"I know."

After the girl finished speaking, she lowered her head again and continued to play with her little doll the size of a palm.

But only a few seconds later, the rock youth sitting on the bar stool suddenly said loudly:

"Fei! Look, did the red light flash again just now?"

Before he finished speaking, the girl raised her head again. But this time, her face that had always been plain was finally a little more dignified.

"He's coming our way... with the big black guy."

...

Maca didn't expect that Haierbo's subordinates still had really smart people. It's a pity that under Haierbo's strong oppression, they have no way to resist at all, and can only use some methods of obedience and disobedience to buy themselves more time to judge the form.

But... Of course, the so-called "smart people" are not necessarily kind people.

As far as the three wizards who got together to work, what they wanted was to see clearly who could kill the other, Maca or Haierbo.

Although in terms of consequences, they might hope that Maca can win this fight, but if Maca loses in the end, I believe they will support Haierbo without hesitation.

After all, following that guy is of course very risky—maybe if he rises up, even their nominal "subordinates" will be killed together.

But, that's better than standing on the opposite side of the winner and looking for death, isn't it?

Of course, no matter what, that was after Maca and Haierbo had really decided the outcome. Judging from the current situation, he doesn't have to worry about more enemies appearing...

Unless, Hai Erbo went to speak in person and let the remaining subordinates start attacking!

"Well, that's fine."

At this moment, Maca was still staring at the cauldron in the tent. When he found that the medicinal liquid inside had almost condensed into a paste, he nodded himself, and then extinguished all the flames under the crucible with a wave of his hand, turning it into a piece of ice.

"laugh--"

As a burst of water vapor evaporated, the crucible cooled down quickly, and even the ointment inside turned into a state similar to ice cream.

After finishing this last step, he picked up a special thermal medicine jar from the side, and filled all the ointment into it with a wooden spoon.

"After the curse is lifted, he should be able to regenerate muscles and replenish blood by himself... After all, he is the dean of St. Mungo, so that little thing must be fine."

Maca muttered to herself, put away the medicine jar first, and planned to go to the bed to sleep for a while while the night was still deep.

When passing by Harry and Ron, he found that they were sleeping soundly huddled together, and he couldn't help smiling.

"good night!"

Greeting silently, Maca turned around and walked inside, and then lay down on the soft quilt without even taking off her clothes, ready to make do with it.

But at this moment, a strange fluctuation of magic power suddenly came out of his waist pocket, causing him to sit up immediately again.

"...is that necklace?"

Maca quickly took out the box containing the cursed necklace, and then opened the lid to take a look, only to find that the surface of the necklace was inexplicably covered with a gray color that was visible to the naked eye.

What's even more strange is that he actually directly sensed a vague spiritual connection from the necklace, which extended out of the tent.

"What... what do you mean?"