Chapter 1193

"Sirius, these two people will be handed over to you for the time being... But you also have a task. If you can't spare time, I suggest someone send them to lupin. In short, I have controlled them and nothing should happen."

"Well, OK, I know what to do."

In Diagon Alley, Maka is talking to Sirius and discussing some next countermeasures.

In fact, not only Sirius, Marca also has a lot to do, especially he must go back to Hogwarts as soon as possible to see what's going on with Harry.

While Marca and Sirius were discussing, Hermione and the four of them went to Tonks and solemnly apologized for setting her up and leaving without saying goodbye.

However, how could Tonks easily blame them with his temper? Before long, the relationship between several young people of the same age became much closer.

Tonks even secretly considered whether he and lupin should set up more pairs of best men and bridesmaids to bring these lovely younger brothers and sisters when they get married.

However, it's obviously not the time to relax - especially they don't know that Ron and Ginny's family are actually safe.

"Well, Sirius and I have finished... Can you do it on your side?"

A moment later, Maka came from the other side of the street, greeted them and said:

"If there is nothing very important, I think we can go on! If we can find Fred and George in St. Mungo, maybe you still have time to visit Neville's parents and grandmother - believe me, he will be happy for your presence."

"Oh, of course!" Hermione said immediately. "That's what we're going to do."

"Well," Marka nodded and then waved, "then go! I hope they --"

Before he finished, he turned his head and looked at the courtyard wall of the broken cauldron bar. And then, a familiar figure quickly came in from there.

"Kingsley?"

"Oh, Marca, you have come here..."

But Kingsley, who stepped quickly into Diagon Alley, saw Maka. He took off his hat, wiped a handful of sweat on his bald head, and sighed softly.

As he was unable to make a phantom in London at present, he was a little tired in order to get back from Hogwarts as soon as possible.

"It seems that you already know what I want to say," Kingsley immediately came up without taking a rest. "Then you see, what should we do with the black wizards who suddenly appeared in London?"

"Well," said Marka, pointing at the two halbo apprentices he was still in the corner, "what should I do? You can ask them first... I caught a few when I came just now."

Just then, he suddenly glanced at the young witch who had always stood silent and motioned:

"And that one's words... Although it may not have any direct connection with Haier Bo, her sister, like the two, is also the so-called 'apprentice'. I met her sister on the corner at the door of the Leaky Cauldron bar. According to the situation at that time, her sister may have planned to attack Diagon Alley again."

"Oh?" Kingsley nodded immediately. "What about the man?"

But when he asked, Maka could only shrug her shoulders.

"Before, I temporarily handed her over to my spiders to take away and guard. Now... I think you know the habits of spiders. They always like to drill into corners where no one goes."

"All right!" Kingsley spread his hands and then turned to Sirius. "It's hard here. You continue to guard. I'll take these people away. In addition, Lupin will arrange someone to replace you later. You can have a rest at that time..."

Seeing that Kingsley had talked about the follow-up work with Sirius, Maka had nothing to say. After greeting them again, she took Hermione to the broken cauldron bar.

After waiting for them again, they came to the streets of London outside. You can see that the fog in the city is still so thick. Looking around, it's as if the whole world is in chaos again.

To be honest, even though the misty fog seems to be harmless physically, it will make people feel very uncomfortable psychologically.

Fortunately, by now Hermione and Marca had joined together and had a reassuring dependence. Everyone was unconsciously relaxed.

Not to mention the good news that Harry might have come out of the room on request, they were really excited.

St. Mungo is not far from here. A few people have gone half the way before long.

"Well?"

Suddenly, Luna seemed to hear something strange again and tilted her head in doubt. She turned her head sideways and looked left and right, as if confused by the vague sound.

I remember she heard a similar voice in the black market... What is it?

"What's the matter?"

Maka soon noticed Luna's slightly strange appearance and immediately turned her head and asked.

"Well, nothing," Luna thought, sipping her mouth. "It's like... What sound did you hear?"

Just at this point, Maka suddenly followed a little meal, and then looked up at the other end of the street. His bright and deep eyes seemed to penetrate the endless fog to the end of the road.

At the next moment, a slight movement came from a distance. This time, even Hermione and them heard it. And I have to say, this voice is especially familiar to them.

"It's a carriage!" said Ron suddenly. "Absolutely right, that's the sound of a carriage again!"

As the voice dropped, Maka and the four of them stopped at the same time, stood by the roadside and waited for a moment. Then, sure enough, I saw two flying horses running through the street with a black carriage.

The carriage was moving very fast, but even so, the emblem on the carriage door was still clear - the long and narrow blue eyes made it difficult to ignore it once.

"Looks like... Going in the direction of the black market?" Hermione thought and hesitated.

"That should be right," Marca nodded. "I hope the old master of the Witt family is calling them back. Otherwise, I'm afraid the Witt family is in a bad situation this time."

"What do you mean?" Hermione immediately asked.

While watching the carriage passing by, Maka casually explained:

"The Witt family was controlled by Haier Bo last time... Of course, he actually had another plan. After finding that he no longer needed the family, he resolutely abandoned the Witt family and left."

"Ah!" Hermione was stunned after hearing this. "That is to say, the reason why the previous wizards kept their hands... Maybe it was because Haier Bo tried to control them to do things for themselves this time, but they were no longer willing to cooperate?"

Maka listened to Hermione's speculation and finally said:

"In short, at present, this is just my guess... You have to understand that the Witt family is a family inherited by ancient wizards. No one knows whether they still have some real strength and heritage. Therefore, all conjectures are just conjectures. As for the actual situation, we can't know until we continue to have a deep understanding."

As he was talking, Hermione suddenly seemed to think of something and couldn't help whispering:

"I remember that Charlotte's last name is' Witt '? Does this Witt family say -"

"Well, it's Charlotte's family," Marca answered her directly without concealment. "Of course, Charlotte has long been separated from her family... I believe she won't have too many ideas no matter what the outcome of the Witt family is. Only her father who doesn't want to leave the family..."

Just as Marca shook, she didn't say any more, but waved her hand and was ready to take them to San mungo. But at this time, everyone suddenly stopped and just stepped out.

"Eh?" Ron then looked back in amazement. "Again?"

It turned out that the people heard the sound of the carriage suddenly stopped behind them. Then they turned around and rushed back to them again, just like in the black market!

When Maka heard the sound, she turned around and pulled Hermione and Luna behind her, and her eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

The carriage went and came back quickly. It was not long before we saw that the two flying horses stopped their hooves at the roadside with a loud nose, making the carriage stop in front of them steadily.

The door of the carriage was quickly pushed open. A Maka was not a strange figure. At that time, half of her body leaned out of the carriage.

"Mr. McLean... Well, if my brain hasn't become more and more useless with age, you should be Charlotte's classmate, Marca McLean, right?"

Unexpectedly, Marka had just mentioned this man to Hermione, and now the other party had appeared in front of her. There is no doubt that this is Charlotte's father, Mr. Norman Witt.

But somehow, the other party obviously held a trace of vigilance to everything around him. He didn't even get off the carriage. He just leaned out and looked around carefully.

Of course, no matter which direction he looked, he could only see a gray scene at present.

"I think Mr. has a good memory," Marca didn't move, but stood in the original tunnel. "I'm Marca McLean... It seems that Mr. should be looking for me. What's important?"