Chapter 1205

"Aberforth, it's OK. Come in quickly!"

Hearing Kingsley's cry at the door of the broken cauldron bar, aberforth did not hesitate, so he stepped back to them.

Just now, the madman who was blown down by his explosion curse was hit by a stone again. Although the other party still forcibly rolled to avoid it when he fell to the ground, he still broke an arm. Now, the guy finally knew he was going to retreat.

However, although a crazy wizard retired, more ordinary black wizards were attracted by the sound of battle. No matter how good he was at fighting, aberforth knew that he could not fight so many people on his own.

After retreating into the bar door and watching the magic barrier rise again after a short time, he twisted his shoulder and casually said to Kingsley:

"It seems that even if that bastard is really crazy, he can only say that he is' crazy enough '... A real madman will not choose to retreat because he has broken an arm."

But beside aberforth, Kingsley shook his head.

"No," he said, "when I took people out to fight them, I met a madman similar to the one just now... You know? Even if we broke a whole leg together, the guy still crazily climbed towards us with his hands on the ground!"

At this point, Kingsley couldn't help but look cautious and say:

"So let me see, there may be other reasons why the madman outside retreated suddenly... You see, there are many black wizards outside, but none of them is as outstanding as him. Therefore, I think someone may be calling the leader's past in a way we can't detect!"

Before the words fell, Sirius immediately raised his eyebrows.

"You mean... Haier Bo?"

"Hum," said aberforth, frowning and humming, "who else can there be but that old immortal?"

Even though he hardly leaves the pig head bar on weekdays, he obviously has a lot of information and intelligence. If you don't know it like the back of your hand, it may not be much worse than Kingsley and Sirius.

This is because he not only has the ciphertext of Lupin's daily delivery data, but also has accumulated a lot of intelligence sources for selection and reference over the years.

You know, in the early days of the Phoenix society, aberforth would often help his brother aberforth collect all kinds of gossip, either overt or covert.

Not long after, the three people who finally met the head in the bar, after casually talking about helbo, put aside these confused guesses for the time being.

And listen to Sirius suddenly turn to say:

"Aberforth, how did you come here? Did you finally figure it out and decide to help today?"

Aberforth has never been willing to participate in the actual struggle. Unless the black Wizard makes trouble in his pig head bar, he has always been quite low-key.

In the final analysis, this is also because he never really wanted to participate in the order of the Phoenix and strive to contribute to his common goal.

It was only his sister Ariana's last wish that drove him to join the order of the Phoenix.

To tell the truth, although albus is kind-hearted, he is only a much more selfish man than his brother albus from beginning to end. He has no great ambition and dedication.

"But lupin insisted that I come and give you a hand," he waved at random. "I'll say first. After this time, I won't be involved in anything else - I don't know how many years I can live. I'd rather die in my broken bar than die outside!"

"Oh," Sirius grinned as he looked at his strong body, "why do I think we must die first?"

"All right," Kingsley said hurriedly as they talked further and further. "In short, I think the guy's retreat is very suspicious. It's better to send some people to catch up secretly to see the situation... What do you think?"

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The situation of diagonal Lane defense is not good, but fortunately, it can not be said to be the epitome of the whole London City. After all, there are more and more black wizards there, just because they are attracted by a series of battles.

In fact, at the moment, the fighting in London is decreasing because of the gathering effect at the Leaky Cauldron bar.

Therefore, it can even be said that the chaos in London is faintly calming and improving.

However, of course, the premise is that there will be no big changes in the next time.

At this moment, Maka is in the hall downstairs of San Mungo, waiting for relevant situation information after comprehensive screening through Black's old house.

Whenever he finds someone wandering outside, he has to check whether it is his own, and then decide whether to lift the closure of San Mungo and let people in.

But it is worth mentioning that although it is late at night, he is not lonely.

"... so I decided to go back to the magic world in the United States. The Muggle film and television industry there is relatively developed. I can certainly learn a lot from the Yankees this time! Hey, by the way, McLean... Speaking of American films, you know? China and the United States will make a film together in the second half of next year. It's said that it's called Summer Love..."

Listening to Lockhart's nagging, although Maka didn't say anything, she was a little annoyed.

But he didn't expect that this guy really likes Muggle filming and performance activities. Sometimes he would rather go to Muggle theater for fast food than hang around for a few days.

Like this, she can do what she likes. Seriously, Maka is very envious.

"Well, well, if you really like acting with Muggles, don't waste time chatting with me. With this Kung Fu, you might as well find some scripts to recite your lines. It's no more meaningful than showing off in front of me?"

After driving Lockhart aside, he got a little quiet and sat down on the bench at the door of the hall to continue thinking about those questions.

But just then, two figures suddenly came down from the upstairs, bypassed the asylum seekers sleeping on the floor in the hall and came to Maka.

"Marca, don't you go up and have a rest? What can you tell us? We can watch for you here -"

"Oh, it's you?"

Maka raised her head slightly, looked at Neville and Hannah in front of her and smiled.

"It's all right. You go to bed so late!" he said. "I'm still waiting here. I can only do it myself."

As he spoke, he pointed to the wall next to him - because the windows of San Mungo can't see the real situation outside, it really can't be done by others.

"Ah... Really?" Neville nodded suddenly. "Well... But we really can't sleep. You know, many people can't sleep well tonight."

While talking, Neville and Hannah subconsciously looked into the hall. It can be seen that many people turn over from time to time in the waiting hall, which has already turned off the lights. It is really difficult for most of them to sleep.

"Then sit down for a while!" Marca shrugged. "But I have to say you'd better try to have a rest later... Well, including myself. Now I've said it straight - not tonight or tomorrow, but I'm afraid it will be restless from today on."

"Really... Is it so serious?"

Hannah whispered beside Neville, looking a little uneasy. Seeing this, Neville quickly put his arm around her shoulder and gently comforted her.

When Maka listened to her question, she could only squeeze out a smile again and then turned to say:

"Don't worry, I'll find a way."

"If there is any need, we can all help!" Neville said. "Since I was a child, my grandmother has always wanted me to live as fearless as my parents... I may not have been able to do this in the past, but now I think I'm ready."

"I'll help too," Hannah said immediately. "I've been learning how to be a therapist this school year. I believe I can also provide you with strength."

"Oh, that's great," Maka nodded slightly, but sighed slightly in her heart, and listened to him follow the sidewalk. "But do you really not consider taking your family to the burrow or somewhere else?"

In fact, Marca has been to Neville's ward since she came to St. mungo. But never thought that Neville's willingness to stay was even stronger than Hermione's.

Perhaps this is really what Neville said, because his family and the will inheritance of his family have gradually extended to himself.

But in fact, after talking with Neville and Hannah today, Neville came to Maka alone afterwards.

Obviously, although he wanted to stay, he didn't want Hannah to stay with him in this dangerous place.

He and his father are always different people. His parents would both devote themselves to the dangerous task of resistance against Voldemort, but he didn't seem willing to follow his parents' example.

I have to say that when Hermione and almost all of them want to stay, Maka really doesn't know whether to grant Neville's request and only send Hannah away from London.

After all, he was not qualified to make decisions for Hannah anyway.

Watching Neville and Hannah sit down opposite and lean close together, he couldn't help but sigh that people's feelings are sometimes really complex and embarrassing.

At this time, I saw Marcello's head on one side and seemed to feel something suddenly.