Chapter 642

When slinger was visiting the prime minister's office and wanted to give the Muggle prime minister a vaccination against the entry of a large number of wizards caused by the events in the second half of the year. Just 4.5 miles east of the prime minister's office, a terrible explosion frightened everyone along the TAM river.

Yes, even Maka, who happened to be heading for the next Muggle family along the TAM River, was stunned by the loud noise.

It's just that in the period when the Death Eaters didn't bow down and catch them. Explosions are just commonplace, but what's going on now? Looking at the fire and smoke in the distance, we can know that the scale of the explosion is really not a small thing!

Maka stood where she was, just thinking a little, and immediately set herself a magic spell to hide her body shape, and then went straight to the scene of the incident.

Judging from the location, the place with thick smoke is Canary Wharf in the middle of the TAM river. When Maka got closer, she immediately heard a mixed scream and wail, which poured into his ears from a distance.

"Is that... The shopping center?"

At the entrance of Churchill Square Shopping Center, several pieces of debris that could not see what it was were scattered on the side of the square, leaving a black scorch mark on the seriously damaged ground.

Nearby, the panic Muggle crowd crowded out, screaming and screaming one after another.

However, those who can run are actually lucky.

Because the explosion source was too close to the gate of the shopping center, not only the inside and outside of the door were full of flying bricks and stones, but also the window glass on the second floor and even the third floor were broken. On the ground there, people lying moaning can be seen almost everywhere, and some are more direct and motionless, and they don't know whether they are dead or alive.

Blood, dust, smoke and ruins, at a glance, are full of devastation, which is like a picture of hell on earth.

Maka has just settled on the top of the surrounding buildings. She hesitated when she saw that the scene was miserable.

He didn't feel any traces of magic here - logically, if it was caused by magic, the magic wave left by the explosion must be quite obvious. It can be seen that the explosion should not be caused by wizards, but a pure Muggle incident.

As far as the magic world's emergency response principle for the Muggle world is concerned, he should not intervene now. He is not allowed to save people with good intentions or take advantage of the fire. Of course, even if he didn't care about the constraints of the Ministry of magic, he knew that if he wanted to intervene in events of this scale, the final finishing work would not be simple.

"Huh?"

While he was hesitating, he suddenly frowned slightly, and his deep eyes were directly thrown behind the black debris near the center of the explosion. There, he vaguely sensed an extremely slight residual magic wave.

Yes, it seems... It doesn't seem that there is no trace of magic here!

If this is actually related to wizards, he doesn't have to worry so much. Just a little stunned, Maka immediately flew down there.

When Maka passed over the black wreckage that had been blown beyond recognition and gently landed nearby, a group of bodies that had been blown indistinctly as the wreckage bent their backs and curled up on the ground facing the opposite direction of the explosion.

The traces on the spot can be seen that there should be some obstacles behind the body to resist the injury, but it was completely destroyed in the previous violent explosion, leaving only a small piece of gray on the ground.

"This --"

When Maka looked carefully, she could not help frowning more tightly. Not only that, when he saw the scene on the ground, he also rarely spit out a dirty word.

With a wave of his hand, he left a magic spell that interfered with his sight in this small area, and he quickly walked two steps to get close to the body. This man must be hopeless. Even a wizard who claims that any trauma can be cured quickly can't save a dead man.

But what Maka cares about at the moment is another life hidden in this man's arms.

The body of the corpse had already been damaged by the explosion, and a large amount of dark red blood had even soaked the ground, let alone the miserable appearance on its body. But Maka didn't care that the dripping flesh and blood stained her clothes and hands, and quickly pulled open the body.

This is a little boy in his early teens at most, covered with dust and blood. Maka gave him a quick check and found nothing missing from head to toe.

"Is that true?"

The child was still in a deep coma, and there was a slight magic fluctuation in his body, which seemed to be a faint due to mental overdraft. But on his body, there were no scars. Even his exposed arms and ankles were intact. As for the blood, it was all brought to him by the body protecting him.

It has to be said that this is an unspeakable coincidence.

Marca herself was in a car accident. He didn't know the truth until Dumbledore told him; The child, however, got the same experience as Maka in an explosion.

It was also a vicious accident, without your knowledge, and even

Maka cast another medical spell to check her health. The object was the body he pulled away - it was really a woman.

"... luck and misfortune can sometimes be the same thing, can't they?"

The so-called misfortune is naturally the death of the mother; The so-called luck is his own survival. Life is precious. We should put more compassion on the people who are still alive - this is Dumbledore's perception of life.

After silently putting the unharmed boy back into his mother's arms, Maka, who recovered from the scene, remained invisible and far away from the site. In order to avoid the Muggle police seeing the abnormality, he specially adjusted the child's mother's posture and protected the boy completely in his arms.

There are still some unreasonable places, but let the so-called "miracle" explain!

He stood in the distance and looked at the other side. The siren sounded in his ear, but he didn't leave here immediately.

This is undoubtedly a disaster in the Muggle world. The black wreckage at the center of the explosion looks a bit like the chassis of some large vehicle. Maka could not help guessing that this might be a man-made car bomb ①.

However, in this typical Muggle disaster, there was a small sprout in the magic world, which inevitably made Maka feel.

As for the truth of this incident

"In the future... Should I tell this senseless fact to the boy?"

When listening to Dumbledore tell the truth, Marca only thought about her complicated mood, but she didn't have more leisure to think about Dumbledore's mood. Now it was his turn, and he finally realized the unspeakable hesitation.

People often understand that it takes courage to experience tragedy; But they usually don't know. Sometimes speaking of tragedy, it also needs a real courage.

Before long, the police and ambulances hurried to the scene, busily pulled up the isolation belt and hurried to rescue the seriously injured but in time to revive them. For a time, it fell into another kind of chaos mixed with order.

Just as Maka was standing in the shade opposite the square, looking at the chaos on the other side, he found another obvious magic wave, which entered his sensing range from the rear.

When he looked back, the source of the magic wave was still an acquaintance.

"Isn't this minister?" Maka gently raised her eyebrows. "How could he appear here... Oh? Ah!"

Now in the shadow of the building not far away, it is the Minister of magic, Mr. schlinger. But today he is not alone, but with a Muggle man with white hair and glasses.

Although the man in a suit and shoes looks very imposing, and even ignores his gray hair, it is difficult to see that he is actually very old. But it was a Muggle after all - when Maka first sensed the magic wave, the old gentleman who looked a little familiar was not in it.

Maka thought about it and simply walked over.

"Mr. schlinger?" Maka, who showed her figure on one side, casually said hello to the minister, but startled the old man's shoulder.

"It's Mr. McLean?" Scrimgeour saw that it was Marca, and his face immediately showed a hard smile, although it was better not to smile. "Were you near here when the explosion happened? What did you find?"

Worthy of being a wizard who climbed up from the director of Auror's office, he habitually wanted to ask about the case when he saw the case.

"Yes! Just now I was walking along the TAM River - some small jobs in the school," Marca explained slightly, "... As soon as I heard the explosion, I followed the fire. You see, it was probably the chassis wreckage of a car. I think it should be a premeditated explosion... Of course, it was from Muggle."

"It must be the damn IRA ② again..." the old man on one side complained in a low voice. He probably thought his voice was light enough, but Maka and schlinger heard it all.

Of course, they don't care about the disputes between Muggles.

"Oh, is this the current Muggle Prime Minister?" Maka woke up. "This is a rare big man - Prime Minister. Nice to meet you."

As he spoke, he held out his hand to each other.