Chapter 940: The Late Federation

It wasn't the first time that Haierbo did such anticlimactic things, but because that guy always acted in falsehoods, it was difficult for Maca to guess the real intentions of the other party.

Of course, because the mess that Haierbo made today is really a big deal, Maca must hurry up and get rid of the part of the monsters that should be dealt with by the Federation as soon as possible.

Right now, he doesn't have the time to think too much.

Until more than three o'clock in the afternoon London time...

"Boom!"

With a casual wave of his hand, the few frozen monsters in this alley were completely shattered, and Maca stepped on the magic book and prepared to continue to search for the remaining targets in other places.

In fact, after he continued to follow the magic fluctuations to harvest those monsters, the entire city of London has become much quieter now.

Except for the occasional sound of some gunshots in the distance, it will tell him that there are still monsters trying to rob other people's lives. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"call……"

Letting out a little breath, a trace of fatigue flashed across Maca's face, but he still manipulated the magic book to draw an arc in mid-air, and flew straight to the direction where the gunshot suddenly rang out.

The snowflakes that were still falling were completely blocked by the airflow he created, mixed with the wind and left far behind.

Not long after, Maca broke through the dense snow curtain and came to the place where the gunfire sounded.

For more than ten seconds from just now, the sound of gunshots here has been almost continuous until the moment he arrived. And when he came over and saw the scene, he realized why the gunfire never stopped.

It was a mother and daughter,

The mother looks very young, and her daughter is at most four years old.

In order to protect them from being harmed by the monsters, a group of soldiers is taking turns shooting continuously, trying to force the monsters to not get close by purely relying on the slight repelling effect of the barrage. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Maca knew that there was no way to do this, because those monsters that looked like dementors were almost ineffective when shot with live ammunition. Even if it is a grenade, it needs to use a concussion grenade that uses the explosion shock wave as the killing principle to have a slightly obvious impact on it.

"he came!"

Just when Maca reached the sky above the street, a soldier who seemed to be the leader of the team suddenly raised his head and glanced this way, and then let out a loud roar.

Immediately, the remaining half of the team members were no longer ready to take over from the previous group of teammates, but immediately fired at the monster.

During the period when Maca was cleaning up monsters everywhere, not only did the army receive orders from above, but many people also saw Maca's astonishing and devastating ability with their own eyes.

From the beginning, many people found it unbelievable, but now every soldier is excited about the appearance of Maca. Although most of the stories in this are short, if you talk about it, it will be too much. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

In short, Maca saved not only ordinary London residents, but also many soldiers who came to the rescue because of his appearance.

Therefore, no one has cared about what his inhuman ability is for a long time, after all, he is the savior of countless people now!

"Crackling..."

A stream of air much colder than this snowy winter suddenly crossed the distance between Maca and the monster, and soon everyone saw heavy frost marks appearing on the monster's gray-black body. In just a blink of an eye, the monster turned into a body covered in ice crystals and frost.

And at this moment, the guns of the soldiers were finally able to cause damage to the monster—when the frost shards were flying, as the cooling rules that the monster endured became stronger, it was finally blown into a monster by a grenade from the captain. Icicles all over the place. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Thank you, buddy, for your help!"

Among the soldiers, a member suddenly turned around, looked at Maca and took off his hat. After that, he even put the gun in his left hand, and then waved his hat left and right at Maca.

It was a rather young boy, probably not even a few years older than Maca.

Seeing him being slapped on the back of the head by the captain, Maca couldn't help but chuckled, and waved to him in greeting.

"Hurry up and take them to the refuge! Don't go east, there should be some monsters left over there..."

After casually reminding them, Maca didn't delay any longer, turned around and rushed towards the east of the urban area he just mentioned. Not long after, he disappeared from the sight of the soldiers because of the occlusion of the building. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

To be honest, although Maca was quite happy to have a few words with these soldiers, most of the time he turned around and left immediately after clearing the monsters.

Among the reasons, one is naturally because of the need to hurry up in time, but more are still meaningless.

These Muggles - including the military, all will eventually undergo memory treatment. Compared with the torrential rain that could wash away memories in Haifa, doing so would obviously be more troublesome, but it would be safer.

In today's disaster, no matter whether it is the brains of Muggles or the leaders of the wizarding world, neither side can accept the consequences of exposing the incident.

In this way, it will not be so strange that they can accept such a time-consuming and laborious disposal plan.

...

A moment later, when Maca dealt with another monster along the Thames River, and was chasing some traces to the next direction, a clearly discernable wave suddenly spread from the center of London. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

He immediately felt very familiar with that wave of magic power—a large number of people were transferred from other places through multiple port keys!

With Haierbo's familiarity with magic power, he naturally wouldn't make such a big "movement", not to mention that it is almost impossible for him to use the Portkey to move in space.

It seemed obvious, then, who these people were.

"Is Akinbad finally here?" Maca paused in mid-air, then quickly shook his head and said, "No, it should be said... Didn't he come until now?"

But if you have to say it, it's already good for them to appear.

If Maca guessed correctly, something difficult happened to Akinbad, otherwise they wouldn't have rushed here until now.

But now that they are here...&1t;i>&1t;/i>

After thinking about it, Maca simply turned his head and flew towards the source of the fluctuation.

Right now, through Maca's efforts, the danger in London has basically been brought under control. Now there are only sporadic monsters still in action inside and outside the urban area, and the efficiency of his actions has dropped to the lowest level.

As far as the current situation is concerned, instead of wandering around like this, it is better to leave the finishing work to the wizards of the Federation.

By the way... the members, the Aurors headed by Sirius, and the hitters all took a break.

...

"President Akinbad."

"Oh! McLean...Obviously I said before that I want you to contact me as soon as you discover the situation..."

By the lake in St. James' Park opposite Buckingham Palace, Maca saw more than a hundred wizards gathering here, and apparently more people were moving over through the Portkey. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Seeing so many pairs of eyes staring at him following his arrival, Maca also nodded to them, and then landed directly in front of Akinbad.

"No, needless to say, I believe you must have encountered something bad."

Don't look at Maca who was still complaining to herself just now, but now when she sees Akinbad, she still gives him enough face. Because no matter what, this is one of the people left by Dumbledore, and it is still very reliable in most cases.

In the situation where Hai Erbo is possessing others at will and setting fires everywhere, every trustworthy person will be a valuable help, isn't it?

"Ah... well, that's indeed the case." Mr. Aginbad nodded and said, "About this morning, when we received the news from Mr. Scrimgeour, my alma mater--African Waggadu Magic The school also sent me an emergency call for help..."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"What happened to Waggadu?" Since this is likely to be related to Haierbo's actions, Maca didn't hesitate to ask, "Is it also an attack?"

"'Attack'..." But Aginbad hesitated and said after thinking about it for a while, "Maybe it can be said that way! It's just... the one who attacked Waggadu was not the more common black wizard, or Something similar, in fact, they are just ordinary magical creatures..."

The current president of the International Federation of Wizards came from the largest magic school in the world.

It's just that although the magic school in Africa is very large, its status in the global magic world is a bit awkward due to the general backwardness of the African magic world.

Of course, more importantly, if that school suffered a sudden attack, its resistance would be much weaker than that of Hogwarts. Unless they are given enough time to prepare for the ancient African rituals they are good at.

But now, when Aginbad said that he was only attacked by a magical creature, Maca would inevitably feel a little puzzled.

As far as he knows, African wizards are very good at understanding and raising magical animals!

"What magical creature?" Maca asked, "Is it a dark magical creature? Or is the attack so large that you need to contact the Federation?"

"There are also dark creatures, but it's not limited to..." Akinbad frowned slightly, "Actually, they are mainly snake-like magical creatures, such as runes, ashes, and horned snakes. The snake garden students in the school went berserk."

"Fortunately there are no basilisks in Ouagadu."

Maca shrugged, ignoring Aginbad's immediate argument that the Basilisk was extinct long ago.

In fact, from the fact that the other party mentioned that it was a magical snake-like animal that attacked the school, he knew that this was probably the "masterpiece" of Haierbo, the creator of the basilisk.

"Anyway, I'm sorry to bother you, let everyone take action first!"

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