Chapter 1389 ? Need to Vent

Unlike the other people who were busy dealing with the Raccoon City incident after the meeting, Penello went directly upstairs to Allen's room, and found that the other party was pointing his finger at a small bonsai to control its time. , let it be like the crystal hoods in the kitchen that were moved from the time hall of the Department of Mysteries, and began to quickly repeat the process of growing and decaying. When Penello approached, Allen set the bonsai in a blooming state Then withdrew his fingers.

She chose some of the key points of what happened downstairs and told Allen, but Penello secretly planned to tell Allen her doubts about Luna, and she observed and thought about Allen's expression. Know whether the boyfriend who usually feels almost omniscient is himself in the know.

"The Muggle government intends to use nuclear bombs to destroy Raccoon City..." Penelope stood beside Allen, saying the information without leaving Allen's cheek.

"Oh? The Magic Congress of America gave up the Maintenance of Secrecy Act? Didn't plan to solve it by myself... Is this because I want to warn you?" Allen raised his eyebrows, "Forget it, you probably haven't found any survivors after these few days, right? .”

"There are not many, only the long eyes found a few." Penello's lips parted slightly, and his fingers brushed his chin. "When Albert sneaked in, it is said that he admired a Muggle colleague named Chris. He deliberately arranged for the policeman to be rescued while feigning death."

"Oh? Since you are compatible with Albert, let the team bring him back. Let me say hello to the temple and arrange to transform him into a wizard?" Allen lowered his jaw slightly and put the bonsai back on the table, "said It's kind of funny, when I was in the fourth grade, my father still wanted me to participate in politics, but now I always feel that I should have bigger things to do..."

Penello was silent for a moment, and her voice was not as sharp as usual: "...Maybe he thought he could do a lot for you at first, but now he finds very little...so I want to take on more."

Hearing this, Allen stretched out his hand gently and shook Penelope: "I know, people always need a channel to vent... I put too much pressure on you."

"Will crazy girls put pressure on you?" Penello asked directly, and before waiting for Alan's response, she gave up the idea of ​​making a small report at this time, and her voice was much more normal, "Alan, before you Told me... Find a channel to vent our inner unhappiness, at least it will be much more comfortable... Do you have your channel to vent?"

Allen looked at Penello with some nostalgia, and found that the other party seemed to have changed back to the witch who was still in school today. He suddenly leaned back and pressed all his strength on the chair.

"You're right, we should vent our emotions, just as you speculated, but the leak of Raccoon City potion is indeed my crime, so I have to find someone who should be more responsible for it... "Allen's words reminded Penello that she couldn't hide her thoughts in front of the other party. She wanted to explain but was interrupted by Allen this time, "After the Muggle nuclear bomb was launched, the residual nuclear radiation pollution The harm to organisms and the environment is too great...and it may not be possible to guarantee the elimination of all sources of infection...how,

Do you want to go over with me to solve it, and vent it by the way? "

Penello, who had been exposed just now, was still a little confused about the other party's train of thought: "Alan?"

She looked up and saw Alan raised his arm and skillfully drew an arc in the air, and after countless silent skulls burned, that kind of gate to another world appeared out of thin air... Then Alan moved his fingers again, The invisible eyeball of the secret magic eye was suspended in the air, and passed through the gate of another world.

Only then did Penello concentrate and walk towards the opposite side of the door. The arch and curtain that made her painful and profound came into view, and her body stiffened instantly—it was the curtained hall of the Department of Mysteries of the London Ministry of Magic. Everything else in the Department of Affairs has been moved to the Hogwarts campus, only here has been left behind to avoid the hidden danger of death.

This also makes the female Auror's body muscles secretly exert strength, ready to hold Alan at any time, she must not let Alan get close there, so as not to repeat the history of him being rolled behind the veil in the fifth grade - that kind of experience is her forever Don't want to try again.

"Don't be nervous, Penello, I won't go by myself...I'm terrified." Allen said relaxedly, then stood up and grabbed Penello's arm, "Just make sure that no one here will stay behind That Crocker here is hurt."

"Alan, are you going to..." Penello tilted his head in doubt, looking at Alan's side face becoming more and more puzzled, but before he finished speaking, he was pulled by Alan to teleport together, in a more than usual After a longer tug, she realized that the apparating distance was not enough.

And just as she judged, after she regained her sight, she found herself in a chaotic neighborhood. When she raised her head slightly, she saw that she was facing three most conspicuous huge letters——RPD, these three The letters hang on the top of the arched gate of this very old-looking building, and it is the abbreviation of the local police station that looks a bit old in the building behind.

Outside the arch, there are police cars and ambulances parked here and there, some of the doors are wide open, the windshields of some cars have been smashed, and some seem to have been artificially overturned to the ground. Something like a temporary barricade.

The darkness of the night, the disordered lights, the lingering flames and thick smoke, and the strange fog around interfered with the sight, making this place look more like the end of the world. Those places that cannot be seen clearly seem to hide monsters ready at any time Then he opened his bloody mouth and devoured the living.

"What Albert's report mentioned should be here. When the Muggles resisted these monsters contaminated by potions, they once regarded this place as a strong point." Penello's eyes flickered on the ground. The dark brown pool of blood swept across, and these bloodstains attracted many flies. Obviously, many people died here, but there was no corpse at the scene.

Allen scanned the surrounding environment with his prophetic eyes, and directly observed some information about turning over here not long ago. He said with emotion: "Muggles are more tenacious in resisting than imagined."

"Citizens in need, please go to the police headquarters..."

Some mechanical female voices came from a loudspeaker near the building, echoing in this bleak street - it was timed to prevent the sound from attracting too many monsters, so it did not play continuously, but the local police, out of duty, until This place was not closed before it was breached.

Penello looked away from the horn, and noticed that the fog that was originally too thick to dissolve began to gradually dissipate in the area where they were, as if avoiding them, which made her more certain of her previous guess, and also made her feel a little sad She realized her own insignificance——she knew that in the eyes of the other party, she was probably not much different from the citizens here.

"Penello, do you know what time the Muggle government plans to launch the nuclear bomb?" Allen's voice interrupted Penello's thoughts.

"The warning from the Magical Congress of America didn't mention this specifically... Albert and the others only said that they had received countless roaring letters informing them of this, reminding the wizards still in the city to pay attention to evacuation. According to the given deadline, they should It's still a long time." Penello finished answering with a frown, and asked Allen's question worriedly, "Allen, Muggle weapons such as nuclear bombs and hydrogen bombs... can be regarded as one of their most deterrent means One thing... Its scope of influence is very light, a nuclear bomb that can easily raze this city to the ground... What do you want to do by asking this? You brought me here to say that venting is...?"