Chapter 983 The Mysterious Wizard on the Streets of London

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... vomit..."

Under the night sky one day, in a quiet alley on the outskirts of London, a series of coughing and retching suddenly sounded.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough cough..."

Listening to the painful panting mixed with that voice really made people worry whether they would cough up their lungs too.

After a while, the coughing stopped slightly, and then a figure came out from the dark alley supporting the wall. Just by looking at the staggering footsteps, one could tell that the man's condition was obviously very bad, so that even walking became extremely difficult for a while.

However, even so, the figure still didn't intend to stop.

The sky is still clear tonight, a round of bright moon shuttles frequently among the thin clouds, making the deserted streets sometimes bright and sometimes dark. When the moonlight fell on the road, the outline of the man could be seen a little clearly.

But he saw that it seemed to be a person wrapped in a dark windbreaker all over his body. On top of his head was a wide-brimmed round hat that concealed his face, making it impossible for people to identify what kind of face was hidden in the shadows under the brim.

"Cough...cough cough."

Suddenly, the man coughed twice again, even though he had deliberately lowered the volume, it was still very clear in this quiet street.

"Is it...over there?"

Just look at the figure leaning against the wall at the entrance of the alley, struggling to look left and right, and then a vague voice came out from under the hat.

Probably because he coughed too much, his voice became extremely hoarse, and... it seemed to be a little thin.

"cough cough,

Huh..." After confirming the position for a while, the man shook his head and said to himself, "It seems that I still need to take a break. "

After muttering to himself, the man was about to lean on the wall and continue walking, but he suddenly turned around as if he had noticed something.

Obviously due to his physical condition, his feet trembled when he turned around suddenly, and he almost lost his balance and fell to the side of the street.

But compared to the staggering feet, those arms were surprisingly steady.

The moment he turned around abruptly, a slender and delicate magic wand appeared in his right hand, and some kind of strange phantom appeared before casting the magic.

In the next moment, a slightly obscure green light flashed and then retracted, like a dark green lightning enclave piercing through the drowsiness on the street.

There is no doubt that it was a deadly killing curse without the slightest hesitation, and it also had an extremely skilled silent spell technique attached.

Who would have imagined that a person who seemed to be so weak that he might fall to the ground at any time could have such a sharp and decisive skill?

Perhaps it was also because the death-defying curse was so unexpected that the space tens of feet away, where the green light passed quietly, suddenly distorted, and immediately after that, another black-robed figure silently appeared come out.

"Interesting, really interesting... It seems that there are still many unexpected wizards in this world." The black-robed man said slowly, "Well, I think so—if there is only one Maca Mac in this era Ryan, isn't that too boring?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

What answered him was not words, but another difficult cough. But at first, even though the man coughed non-stop, his hand still didn't tremble a bit, and the tip of the stick was as firm as before.

After a few seconds, the wizard in windbreaker, who was coughing constantly, spoke slowly, revealing a fact that surprised the other party a little.

"You are 'Despicable Haierbo'."

His voice was still hoarse, almost piercing, making it unbearable to hear.

On the other side, Hai Erbo, whose identity was instantly recognized, lightly brushed off his robe. With his back to the moonlight, he didn't know what kind of expression he had at the moment.

"You already know who I am before I make a move?" He said lightly, "Or, did you come to find me on purpose?"

"Ahem... looking for you?"

There seemed to be impatience hidden in the hoarse voice.

"I don't have time to spare... In the end, whatever you want to do has nothing to do with my purpose. Stop talking nonsense, or you can leave by yourself, or... I'll 'please' you Walk."

Hearing Hai Erbo's words, the eyes hidden in the shadows suddenly narrowed, and there was a sharp edge in his sight.

"McLean can say that because he is 'arrogant', that's all." He said, "And you—do you think you have the right to talk to me like this?"

"Cough cough cough... Phew, probably!"

The wizard in the windbreaker was coughing and panting again, but his tone remained calm. There are not many such wizards in this world who can still be so calm knowing that the other party is the ancient black wizard Hai Erbo.

However, this windbreaker wizard is not just talking about it!

Without warning, a symbol flashed across his forehead under the brim of his hat. At the same time, a green light also flashed out, and narrowly brushed past Haierbo's ear.

At this moment, Haierbo didn't even move.

It's not that he doesn't want to avoid it, even he doesn't want to face the rules of death hidden in the Killing Curse. But the reason why he didn't move was entirely because his body stopped at that moment.

Even if it's only for less than a second, it's enough for many things to happen in a wizard's duel.

"Hmph, is another holder alive..."

Although Hai Erbo was surprised, he still looked very calm, and he suddenly sneered and said: "That's right, the time is coming, it should be like this."

After all, he seemed to think for a while, and then nodded quickly.

"Okay, then... I will welcome you to join this interesting 'game' first. If there is a chance, we will meet again..."

Before he finished speaking, Hai Erbo suddenly disappeared in place.

The wizard in the windbreaker didn't speak any more, but just looked coldly at the place where the other party left. After some careful confirmation, he turned around again, and continued walking forward in a nonchalant manner.

"Ahem, ahem, I didn't expect to meet 'Despicable Haierbo' as soon as I came here. I hope this meeting will not have any bad effects..."

"...I will definitely come to rescue you."

After walking a few steps, the weak wizard suddenly added in that hoarse voice.

...

The next morning, at the gate of Hogwarts.

"Wait for my letter when you get back! Before I say you can come, stay at home to loosen the soil and plant flowers—I will send the new herbal medicine notes."

"Ok."

After Willie nodded and responded with a quiet smile, Maca turned to her father and said:

"Mr. Blois, I won't say any more words of thanks for sending us so many helpers this time. I can only say that these are indeed very reliable wizards, and we at Hogwarts lack such A group of aid forces who know the basics!"

Bulova immediately nodded slightly, and patted Maca on the shoulder by the way.

"If it's not enough, write again!" He said generously, "The Bulova family lacks everything, except people and money, haha!"

Is this called "lack of everything" - Maca really wanted to complain like this, but in the end he stopped and didn't let his voice out.

"Okay, then let's go back first," Blois waved his hand and said, "I hope Willy can come to school as soon as possible—with you as a professor here, I can't wait to send all the younger generations to Hoag Woz."

After saying this, he stretched out his hand to hold Willy's arm, and wanted to take his daughter back to Castle Blois. But at this moment, Maca seemed to remember something, and stretched out his hand to signal him to wait a little longer.

"By the way," he said, "if the situation here suddenly becomes very bad, I may send some people to Blois Castle, and I'm afraid I have to ask Mr. to take care of it."

"Oh, of course it's no problem!"

After confirming once again that Maca had nothing to say, the Bulova father and daughter finally disappeared from the school gate with a burst of space distortion.

"Do you want to send someone there?" Professor McGonagall asked at this moment, "Is it Granger xiao jie?"

"No, how could that be?" Maca smiled helplessly, "Actually, I would like to, but do you think they will leave? And to be honest, they do have some ability to protect themselves now, and they can no longer They treated them like children!"

"It's not their words, it's—"

"It's just some 'real' children," Maca shrugged in response to Professor McGonagall's doubts, "Didn't I save a group of little guys before? In fact, some of them haven't found their homes yet... Anyway, I also Even if we saved them, we can’t just save them once and leave them alone, right?”

Shaking his head slightly, he stretched himself, and immediately walked out the door.

"Professor McGonagall, I have to go back to St. Mungo... At present, it seems that there will be no movement in Haierbo. You and the professors can enjoy the rest of the Christmas vacation!"

"I think, after a while, this peaceful life will probably come to an end again."

As soon as this sentence was finished, Maca also flashed and disappeared from Mag's sight.

"This kid, you said it so easily..." Professor McGonagall sighed softly, "Aren't you the one who is most worried about the future storm?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly mentioned the matter of sending those children to Chateau Blois in France just now.

After McGonagall closed the school gate and put on a protective spell, she also walked towards the castle step by step. However, not long after she left, a figure suddenly appeared on the distant hillside, looking at the position where Maca left.

Obviously, that person had been standing on the hillside for a long time, but even Maca didn't notice his existence. If you take a closer look, it is not difficult to find that it is the mysterious wizard who fought against Hai Erbo on the streets of London last night. 9

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