Chapter 766

"ASA, remember? We all spent some time in London when we were young... But look! London is much cleaner now than it was..."

"Oh, I know. Didn't you see it when you came just now? Stay away from the window! I want to stay here a little longer!"

In the bustling place of central London, a group of four people who fled from Maka came to the second hiding place prepared in advance with a burden.

In fact, they appeared in an alley, and then the leader ASA immediately left the dark and humid alley with the rest of group A and mixed with the crowd on the streets of London.

Yes, it's a good idea, because as long as they don't use magic at will, the large number of Muggles will become one of their most reliable covers.

"Hey, ASA! Don't you want to see the city more?"

Standing by the window was Miriam. You could tell from her words that she and ASA had known each other since childhood. Moreover, they seem to have lived here.

"I said, come on!" ASA sat in his chair and rubbed his temples. "I'd rather sit in this city for a while than see more of it... Not only because we all miss it, I mean it, but also because we have a task to complete."

As he was saying this, he suddenly turned his head, and the foot of the chair immediately rubbed a "creak" sound on the floor.

"Besides, London is still London. It's not much better now, is it?" ASA said faintly, looking at the gloomy weather outside the window and the hazy under the gray sky.

"All right, all right!" Miriam said helplessly. "I have to admit that you have successfully discouraged me... Forget it, the past has passed."

After that, she walked gracefully to one side of the chair and sat down lazily.

Today's London afternoon is still wet. No matter how good the weather in Canterbury or Hogwarts is, it has nothing to do with here.

Through the window glass, the cars on the street outside were driving back and forth, which unconsciously became the noisy background sound of this suddenly quiet room.

Sometimes people may think that rainy and foggy weather will always make people's mood gradually become gloomy, right?

"Rod should be dead."

After a while, ASA finally spoke again.

Miria and the other three companions did not show any depression or sadness, as if it was a matter of course.

However, they did not answer at will, but continued to keep their silence.

"The wizard in the gray cloak is very strong. Even if you and I play cards, it will probably not be his opponent." ASA continued to analyze softly, because no one spoke to him and no one looked at him. This feeling was like talking to himself.

"I think that's probably Hogwarts's professor of ancient magic - the young and excellent 'Mr. Marca McLean'."

After these words, ASA closed her mouth again, and the room returned to silence again... Until Miriam opened her mouth without warning.

"So," she said, "who's next?"

For millian's words, ASA just shrugged, while the other three still didn't make a sound. Only in the middle of the room, Smith, who was placed on the table, hit him in the mouth - obviously, he was still in a coma.

"Haven't you already decided?" millian looked at ASA and said, "who's next?"

"Anyway, it must not be you," ASA said with a smile. "Sit down at ease, beauty! This is our job - it's you. You should be ready."

"No," millian shook her head and then changed to a more comfortable sitting position. "There's no preparation time. You can do it anytime."

"Oh? That's a surprise..."

ASA muttered, then raised his hand and continued to rub his forehead.

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At about the same time, Asaph was in the alley where their illusion took shape.

"Oh, I hate London. It makes me feel sticky all day!" the obscene old man raised his feet twice. The soles of his worn leather shoes stepped on the slippery floor tiles and made a creak noise.

"Really?" Mundungus glanced. "I like it very much - everyone here is too lazy to pay attention to you, and you often don't bother to pay attention to anyone!"

"So, this is an excellent hiding place." big beard smiled.

While the three of them were still looking around the alley and chatting casually, Maka had sensed the residual magic around.

But as expected, those people haven't used any magic since they came here.

"Fat mouse, what do you think?"

After looking around, Maka turned and looked at the beard. But before his voice was settled, beard shook his head decisively, indicating that he had not found anything yet.

"Really?"

Seeing this, Maka looked up again at the alley. The buildings with some age flavor gave the city an immersive vicissitudes.

However, this dense and hazy rain and fog makes people lack some interest in looking up and enjoying.

After watching for a while, he suddenly raised his eyebrow.

"If I say, the weather in London is still very good," said Maka youyou. "As far as I know, at least some 'people' always like the gloomy combination of nature and man-made."

"What?" the wretched old man turned back, a little confused.

"In short, let's spread out first and look for it in our own ways!"

Maka didn't explain much. After that, he went straight along the slightly narrow lane. The remaining three guys with some wonder looked at each other and had to act separately according to Maka's words.

In fact, Maka didn't want to go back to find the three of them at first. If he had chosen to catch up with them immediately, he might have caught those guys leaving in time.

But after a little thought, he gave up the play of chasing and fleeing on the streets in London.

London is the center of England. There are too many Muggles here. If it's not necessary, he doesn't want to make too much commotion here!

As soon as she got out of the lane, Maka was immediately swallowed up by the noise in the street outside.

The Muggle world is still so noisy. At a glance, the most on the street are cars, pedestrians and a big umbrella that Londoners have to go out.

Once he stepped into the stream of people, Maka clearly felt the familiar once - a sense of integration that almost made him forget the magic world temporarily.

Finally, when passing a four story building, he dodged away from the crowd on the sidewalk and came to the door of the antique store on the first floor of the building.

Standing in front of the gray shop window, Maka subconsciously raised her head and looked at the window on the third floor.

Then he reached out his hand, bent his fingers and tapped on the window glass.

It looks like a shop that has long been closed. There are a lot of goods in the shop, but there is not even a person. A rusty iron chain lock is wrapped around the door handle.

Accordingly, Muggles who came and went on the sidewalk hardly looked here, as if they were not interested in it at all.

Like the entrance to St. Mungo's magic and injury hospital, a similar spell was obviously cast here - really, it's not very rare in downtown London.

"Sir, this is the location of the private association. If you are a member of the association, please show your membership certificate. Thank you for your cooperation!"

After knocking on the glass, a line of slightly fancy English font appeared on it. At the bottom of that line, there is a box. It seems that the so-called "member certificate" is probably verified here.

But unfortunately, Maka is neither a member here nor has any proof.

Of course, it's not difficult for Maka to get in.

Without hesitation, he quickly spread his palm and pressed it directly on the glass.

But he saw that the window glass that could have been pounding was shaped like a big thin gum.

After a while, Marca's arm was completely trapped in the window, and then half of her body, the other arm and one foot. In the twinkling of an eye, he went into the glass and disappeared.

At the same time, at the other end of the entrance, where Maka drilled out was a wall. To put it more accurately, it was a wall at the end of a corridor.

Looking up, the corridor is not long, but there is not even a window around. The only lighting is the row of dim yellow bulbs on the ceiling.

Therefore, this broken place is somewhat gloomy. People can't help getting goose bumps.

It's just that Maka doesn't care about it... Or he seems to have known what it should look like here for a long time. He doesn't show any surprise at the seeping environment.

Without much thought, Maka raised her legs and walked forward. The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor, almost mixed together.

Until he stopped in front of a door, the sound of footsteps still lingered in his ears.

Maka lifted her eyelids slightly and looked at the old door. There was a palm sized nameplate on it. Although the edges of the metal doorplate were covered with rust, the letters on it could be seen clearly.

"Bang bang!"

He only glanced at the nameplate, then reached out and knocked on the door - you know, he would never do such rude behavior on weekdays.