Chapter 909

If witches can be seen by Muggles, but all kinds of magical creatures cannot be seen by Muggles. So, when those wizards born through blood transformation appear in Muggle eyes

What will they look like?

Marca is not sure about this, but he can always understand one thing from the surprised eyes of old Victor - Muggles can really see something!

Taking his eyes away from old Victor, he turned his head again and looked into the distance again.

It's a Dementor, and it's different from the Dementor in the past. Its black cloak is elegant and complete like a veil, its eyes are shining with blood red, and its flight speed is much faster than ordinary Dementors.

More importantly, its palm is still full of flesh and blood, not the thin and almost dead skeleton of ordinary Dementors.

Maka found that the "Dementor" could be said to hide a regular feature from a wizard in the majestic magic wave.

Like this magic wave, Maka has seen only two non-human creatures: one is a wizard in the state of Animagus; On the other hand, it is just like Miriam who has been transformed by blood and become a magical wizard.

Looking at the extraordinary "Dementor" hovering around a high-rise building for a moment, Maka easily thought of the only culprit candidate - the despicable halbo.

Apart from the dead old Eun, who else can master this level of blood transformation technology, just judge from the creatures such as "Dementors", and Haier Bo, as the manufacturer, is mostly involved.

"Can you all see it?"

As Maka casually asked victor and his son, she was ready to take out the staff at any time. As long as the Dementor with special shape no longer hovers like that, but makes a slight change, he will act immediately.

Because he knew that even if the barrier between the magic world and the Muggle world would be broken again one day, it should not be now.

In particular, it should not be broken in this "bad form".

"Of course! Are you short-sighted?" old Victor's voice was still so blunt, even though he hesitated in amazement.

Behind him, his son little Victor didn't have the bad temper of his father, but he seemed to be far inferior in psychological endurance.

"Oh... What's that? Can't you see? The gray, semi transparent shadow?" his mouth trembled. "I can feel bursts of cold from so far away... Hey, you really can't see? Don't scare me!"

"Of course I saw..."

Maka reached out and touched his arm, then motioned in the direction of old victor.

"I suggest you take your father to hide in the forest and I'll go there."

"Hey!"

As soon as he said this, he was grabbed by the other party's arm before he had time to open his legs.

"What did you do in the past? Who knows whether that thing is a ghost or an alien... When I watch all kinds of messy events on TV, most of those who are curious will have bad luck, or don't join the fun!"

"Don't worry! Scotland Yard is much closer than us -"

Marka's "Scotland Yard" is actually another name for the London police department. But because of this, he murmured in his heart... Because the incident came from downtown, there were a lot of Muggle witnesses, so the follow-up treatment would become a lot of trouble.

Of course, this time is far less obvious than the big scene of "Wizards and large magical creatures gathering in Haifa city" last time.

After gently pulling his arm back from each other's hands, Maka ran forward quickly. Just before leaving, he also conveniently left a small "mark" for the father and son. After all, he plans to ask more questions after that!

However, he didn't expect that little Victor caught up with him after running a short distance. If this guy could be a few steps later, he would have a chance to flash into the nearby woods and put a magic spell on himself.

"What's the matter?"

Maka looked at the slightly panting uncle around her and began to think about whether to give him a confusion spell or something.

It's just

"Dad... He insisted that I follow you and asked me to take a good look with you..." he said with a puzzled look on his face, "seriously, I didn't understand what he wanted me to see... See how the translucent monster killed me? If he didn't force me..."

"Huh?"

Listening to him, Maka suddenly felt a little strange - why did old Victor say that? Is that weird old drunk... Actually a little special squib or something?

Unfortunately, Maka didn't sense any sign of magic activity from each other's body. Logically speaking, even the magic of squibs has a certain activity - even if the activity is extremely weak.

And old Victor... Even if it is, at least it doesn't belong to the general type of squib.

"If that's true, you can follow!" Marca thought, "but if you just run like this, I'm afraid you can't keep up..."

I don't know what he thought. In short, he seems to be willing to take this "burden" in the real sense.

"Remember, what you see next will probably be forgotten in the future. So... If you can enjoy the excitement, look more!"

After saying this, Maka dragged him into the woods beside the road. Soon, two figures that almost no one could see rushed out of the forest, and then flew away high into the distance.

In the back Hill Garden of Greenwich Park, old Victor still looked at the gray shadow in the distance, but he was unaware of Maka and his son who were also swept away in the air.

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"Roar -"

Ordinary Dementors don't make any noise, let alone this extremely penetrating roar. However, this special Dementor will.

Under this tall building, the Muggles in the street have been in chaos. Even though the translucent monster hasn't done anything to hurt people, some people have escaped in the crowd.

As for the rest, most of them gathered around and looked up one after another.

For a time, there were whispers, screams and whispers at the crossroads, even pointing to the monster in the air and laughing.

When Makati sneaked around with the pale little Victor, it was a mess.

When he landed on the roof of an insignificant office building, he lifted the floating spell on little Victor, and saw the other party's legs tremble and collapse.

"Well... What's going on? Fly? Did you fly just now? I can fly?" little Victor shouted loudly, holding the cement board under his body. "Is the world crazy, or am I crazy?"

Standing on the edge of the roof, Maka looked at the Dementor opposite without looking back into the tunnel:

"You think the world is crazy!"

He just looked at it now and didn't directly try to solve the Dementor.

Because he knew very well that halbo was probably around here. If you don't dig out the source and simply deal with the Dementor, it will not only be of little significance, but also add danger to yourself.

Haier Bo is not an ordinary role. His previous failure has taught him enough lessons.

However, at this time, Maka was not just keeping watching. Under such circumstances, it is puzzling that he should continue to talk to little victor.

Just listen to him say to the Muggle behind him:

"In fact, I can explain it briefly for you... For example, my identity is actually a 'wizard', who can use all kinds of strange 'magic'. While the one hovering around the tall building opposite is a dangerous dark magical creature."

"Wizard? Magic?" little Victor was so surprised that he forgot his fear. "Do you mean the kind of 'magic' in those fairy tales?"

"Part of it is similar!" Marca shrugged, but her eyes still lingered around.

"Oh... Ha! Magic?"

Maybe everything was so strange that little Victor couldn't help smiling strangely, but there was no half smile.

"Well... To tell you the truth, if I hadn't just flown once, I wouldn't believe it..." he was full of confusion for a while, and then he asked tentatively, "so... How many 'wizards' like you? Why have I never seen such a big life? There's no report in the newspaper or on TV..."

Maka shook her head and said:

"If you have to say, there are still some traces in the news media - for example, if you see an inexplicable event on it, it may be related to the 'wizard'."

Speaking of this, I saw him spread his hands again.

"As for the number of wizard groups..." he roughly estimated, "well, the number of people with clear registration in Britain seems to have risen to 5000 recently, but if you count the black households... It may exceed 10000?"

"So much --" little Victor just thought it was a lot, but soon shook his head, "Er, well... Should it be more or less?"

"It's already a lot," Marca said. "As far as I know, just push forward for ten years, the number will be reduced by more than half... And then less."

I don't know why he was still talking about the increase and decrease of the population of the magic world in the same Muggle. Although at the same time, his search for Haier Bo did not actually drop half a point.

"The so-called 'monster' you see now is the work of some 'most dangerous black man'."