Chapter 984

"Cough... Cough... Vomit..."

One day, under the night sky, a series of coughs and retching suddenly sounded in a quiet alley on the outskirts of London.

"Cough... Cough..."

Listening to the painful wheezing mixed with that voice really makes people worry about whether they will cough out their lungs.

A moment later, the cough stopped slightly, and then a figure came out of the dark alley holding the wall. Just looking at the staggering and dragging steps, we can know that the man's state is obviously so bad that it becomes particularly difficult to walk for a time.

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

The sky is still clear tonight. A bright moon shuttles frequently among the thin clouds, making the deserted streets bright and dark. When the moonlight falls on the road, we can see the outline of the man slightly.

But I saw that it seemed to be a man wrapped in dark windbreaker all over. On his head was a round hat with wide brims to cover his face, which made it impossible to recognize what kind of face was hidden in the shadow under the brim.

"Cough... Cough."

Suddenly, the man coughed again. Even if he had deliberately lowered the volume, he still looked unusually clear in the quiet street.

"Is it... Over there?"

Just look at the figure leaning on the wall at the entrance of the alley and looking around hard. Then a vague voice floated out from under the hat.

Probably coughed too much, the voice became hoarse and incomparable, and... It seemed that it was a little thin.

"Cough, shout..." slightly confirmed the location, and the man immediately shook his head and said to himself, "it seems that we still need a rest."

Wu murmured. The man was trying to hold the wall and move on, but he suddenly turned back like he was aware of something.

Obviously, it was due to his physical state. This sudden turn made his feet tremble. He almost couldn't stand stably and sat down on the street.

But compared with the staggering feet, the arms were surprisingly steady.

At the moment when he turned around, there was a thin and exquisite wand in his right hand. Before he cast magic, some strange and invisible shadow appeared.

At the next moment, a slightly obscure green awn was released and closed, like a dark green lightning rapidly cutting through the gloom on the street.

There is no doubt that it is a life saving spell without hesitation, and it is also attached with extremely skilled silent spell skills.

Who could have imagined that a man who seemed so weak that he could hardly sustain himself and felt that he might fall to the ground at any time could have such a sharp and decisive skill?

Perhaps it was precisely because this curse was so unexpected that the space quietly swept by the green light suddenly twisted a few tens of feet away, and then another black robe figure appeared silently.

"Interesting, really interesting... It seems that there are many unexpected wizards in the world," said the black robed man slowly. "Well, I think so - wouldn't it be too boring if there was only one Marca McLean in this era?"

"Cough, cough..."

It was not his words that answered him, but another hard cough. But at first, although the man coughed continuously, his hands still trembled, and the point of his staff was firm as before.

A few seconds later, the coughing windbreaker spoke slowly and revealed a fact that surprised the other party.

"You are 'despicable Haier Bo'."

The voice is still hoarse and almost harsh, which makes people can't bear to hear it.

On the other side, hairbo, who was identified at once, gently brushed his clothes and robe, and turned his back to the moonlight. At the moment, he didn't know what kind of expression he had.

"You know who I am before I do it?" he said softly. "Or do you just come to find me?"

"Cough... Looking for you?"

The hoarse voice seemed to contain a sense of intolerance.

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

When Haier Bo heard the speech, his eyes hidden in the shadow 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're qualified to talk to me like that?"

"Cough... Hoo, there must be!"

The windbreaker was coughing and panting, but his tone remained calm. On the premise of knowing that the other party is the ancient black wizard helbo, there are few such wizards in the world.

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

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

At this moment, Haier Bo didn't even move.

This is not the rule of death hidden in the curse of death that he doesn't want to avoid. Even he doesn't want to face it. But he didn't move because his body stopped at that moment.

Even if it takes less than a second, it's enough to happen in a wizard's duel.

"Hum, is another holder alive..."

Although Haier Bo was surprised, he still looked very calm. He suddenly sneered and said, "yes, the time is coming. It should be so."

After that, he seemed to think a little, and then nodded quickly.

"OK, then... I'll welcome you to join this interesting 'game' first. We'll meet again if we have a chance..."

Before the voice fell, Haier Bo suddenly disappeared in situ.

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

"Cough, cough, I didn't expect to meet 'despicable Haier Bo'. I hope this meeting will not have any bad impact..."

"... I will come and save you."

After taking a few steps, the weak wizard suddenly added in his hoarse voice.

……

The next morning, at the gate of Hogwarts School.

"Wait for my letter when you get back! Before I say I can come, just stay at home and loosen the soil and plant flowers - I'll send the new herbal notes."

"Yes."

When Willie nodded back with a quiet smile, Maka turned to her father and said:

"Mr. brova, I don't want to thank you for sending us so many helpers this time. I can only say that these are really very reliable wizards, and we Hogwarts lack such a group of knowledgeable assistance!"

Blova immediately nodded slightly and patted Marca on the shoulder.

"If it's not enough, write again!" he said generously. "The brova family lacks everything, just people and money, ha ha!"

This is called "what is missing" - Maca is so eager to make complaints about it, but he finally stopped and didn't let his thoughts out.

"Well, let's go back first," brova waved. "I hope Willie can come to school as soon as possible - with you as a professor here, I really want to send the younger generation to Hogwarts."

With that, he reached out and took Willy's arm and wanted to take his daughter back to brova castle. But just then, Maka seemed to think of something and reached out to him to wait.

"By the way," he said, "if the situation here suddenly becomes very bad, I may send some people to brova fort. I'm afraid I'll have to ask my husband to take care of them then."

"Oh, of course not!"

After confirming that Maka had nothing more to say, brova and his daughter finally disappeared from the school gate with a burst of space distortion.

"Do you want to send someone over?" Professor McGonagall asked, "Miss Granger, how many of them?"

"No, how," Marca smiled helplessly. "In fact, I think, but do you think they will go? And to tell the truth, now they do have some ability to protect themselves and can no longer treat them as children!"

"If it's not them, it's --"

"It's just some 'real' children," Marca shrugged at Professor McGonagall's doubts. "Haven't I saved a group of little guys before? In fact, some of them haven't found a home yet... At least I saved them. I can't save them once, can't I?"

Shaking his head a little, he stretched out and walked out of the door.

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

"I think it's time for this peaceful life to end after a while."

Just after saying this, Maka also flashed and disappeared in Meg's sight.

"This child, he speaks so easily..." Professor McGonagall sighed softly. "Isn't it you who are most worried about the future storm?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly mentioned sending those children to brova fort, France.

When MEG closed the school gate and mended the protective spell, she went to the castle step by step. But not long after she left, a figure suddenly appeared on the distant hillside, looking at the position where Maka left from a distance.

Obviously, the man has been standing on the hillside for a long time, but even Maka is not aware of his existence. If you take a closer look, it is not difficult to find that it is the mysterious wizard who fought with halbo on the streets of London last night.