Chapter 1243

Wendell didn't dare to tell his wife what he heard from his neighbor Mr. Wilson. But now, at least he has understood that going out at will will will be a very dangerous thing.

So in order to ensure the safety of his family, he decided to stay at home and hide and see the situation.

However, even if they were hiding in their home on the fourth floor, the sounds outside from time to time still made their husband and wife feel uneasy. Even if Wendell didn't say it, his wife was unconsciously aware of the changes in the outside city.

Not to mention anything else, just a recorded explosion sounded in the fog outside, far or near, which was enough to make them worried.

Especially several times, the movement seemed to come from the alley downstairs. It was incredibly close.

There is no doubt that continuing to hide in this way will not only make the wife less frightened, but also add a fear from the unknown. So Wendell could only tell his wife about the so-called "mob".

But he did not expect that while he was talking and wondering with his wife what kind of mob dared to make a riot in London, a dark figure suddenly broke their window and suddenly fell in front of them.

The tea table in their house was smashed to pieces by a loud bang.

"Oh -"

The Wendell couple were frightened because they found that it was a living man who suddenly bumped in through the window! And the other hand, somehow still holding a broom?

"You..."

Wendell pulled his wife behind him, then looked at the uninvited guest who obviously fell badly, hesitated and asked carefully:

"Are you okay?"

To be honest, he really doesn't know what to ask. After all, it's on the fourth floor!

"Oh... OK!" the other party used a broom as a crutch and propped himself up. "I knew this would happen. I should wear armor even if I wasted some time... My waist."

Then, under the suspicious eyes of the Wendell and his wife, the other party suddenly took out a delicate wooden stick from the inside of the strange robe and waved it at the broken window.

"Repair as before."

The next moment, Wendell and his wife saw that the broken glass residue and wood chips flew up immediately, like rewinding, and put them back on the window frame. In a blink of an eye, the broken window was restored.

After the window was repaired, the other party turned and shrugged:

"Sorry, it shouldn't have been done in front of you! But now London has become like this. I don't think it's a big deal for one more person to violate the confidentiality act."

"Uh --"

Wendell's wife was now stunned, but Mr. Wendell was good enough to at least speak.

"This... Sir, how did you crash into our house from the window on the fourth floor?" he said incredulously. "Besides, what happened just now? How did you fix our window?"

"Well, I'm really sorry to break into your house without permission - you know, it's too foggy outside," the other party said politely, "as for how I came..."

As he said this, he lifted the broom in his hand, shook it, and motioned to the couple:

"I'm a wizard, and a wizard can ride a broom... I remember you mentioned that in your story book, didn't you?"

At this point, he bowed slightly and then turned to say:

"By the way, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself - I'm bill Weasley. As I said just now, I'm a wizard. To apologize, I think I have to give you a piece of advice - now there are evil wizards in downtown London. They are a bunch of murderous lunatics."

"I hope my news can help you avoid some unnecessary harm as much as possible."

Yes, this is Ron's brother bill back - he has gone back to Egypt to work as his spell charmer since Fred and George's wedding last time.

But after hearing about the disaster in London this time, he immediately decided to come back and see if there was anything he could help.

However, because the fog in London prevented the phantom from moving, he had to choose to fly in from the periphery of the city on a broom. Because it flew a little faster, it crashed into Wendell's house.

"Well, I think I have to go!" after giving the Muggle couple a kind reminder, Bill slipped his broom and was about to open the window. "My brother Charlie may be arriving soon. I have to meet him as soon as possible."

"Hey!"

Wendell didn't know why he wanted to stop him, but he was confused by the other party's words and really needed a clearer explanation.

No way, just "a man with strange clothes bumped in from the fourth floor window on a broom" is enough to make it impossible to easily deny the other party's "nonsense".

Not to mention, this bill has just repaired their windows with amazing magic!

Wizard? Really?

When Bill heard him say "Hey", he paused and turned back:

"What's the matter? If you're afraid, hide under the bed or get into the wardrobe!"

"Ah?"

Wendell was stunned when he heard the speech.

"Then... Can you avoid the kind of 'evil wizard who kills without blinking an eye'?"

"No, no, not at all," Bill said regretfully. "But I'm sure it will at least make you two feel at ease!"

"What?" Wendell asked loudly, regardless of his doubts. "Mr. Weasley, can't you tell us how to ensure safety? Well, or can you stay and protect us?"

"Oh, as I said just now, I'm in a hurry to meet my brother..." bill was embarrassed. "Seriously, I don't want to help you, but the most dangerous people are those who run away in the streets. You're on the fourth floor. As long as you don't go out, the possibility of being attacked is not great for the time being."

As he was saying this, bill, with his back to the window, saw that the Wendell and his wife suddenly took their eyes away from him and fell outside the window behind him.

As soon as he saw it, he looked back, and then he easily found what attracted the Muggle couple's attention.

It was a huge storm mixed with ice crystals and flames - it was clear that the fog in the city could not be blown by any means, but at this moment, there was a hole.

It may be complicated, but it's just the moment bill looks back. In the next second, a series of violent explosions suddenly spread, shaking the window glass.

Obviously, it was outside the entrance of St. mungo. The explosion caused by the confrontation between Maka and halbo.

"Ho!"

As soon as Bill saw the terrible scene, he shook his head and resolutely gave up the idea of running out now. He turned back and said to wendelf, who was completely speechless:

"It seems that although I can't protect you here all the time, it's OK to sit with you at least for a while!"

Bill is undoubtedly an excellent wizard, and that's why he knows what the scene behind him means.

It was easy for him to guess that it must have been Marka, and Marka's opponent was mostly Haier Bo - a battle at this level would add chaos. Being honest and looking at the outside is the wisest choice.

"Huh?"

As he was saying this, Bill caught another glimpse of a dark figure from a distance. Just because the explosion temporarily lifted part of the fog, he could inadvertently find the shadow.

At present, the shadow seems to be flying here from a distance, and the speed is very fast.

"Is that... Fire dragon?"

Bill looked at it from a distance. When it was a little closer, the outline of the shadow became clear.

"Is it Charlie?"

If you have to say, in fact, there are many dragon trainers who can ride the dragon to heaven, but none can control the fire dragon to fly in the direction you want.

Incidentally, although every Dragon trainer probably has the dream of controlling the fire dragon, most wizards who really try to ride the dragon will end up miserable.

However, although Bill didn't think Charlie had a way to really tame the fire dragon, it seemed that he could only think of his brother Charlie if he could make a fire dragon appear over London.

However, before he could confirm whether there was anyone on the fire dragon's back, he saw that the fire dragon whose outline became more and more obvious suddenly swooped down and fell on the periphery of the city.

"All right!" bill glanced. "Whether it's Charlie or not, at least the fire dragon should be controlled by someone. And the other party obviously realized it. It's best not to fly in the air at this time."

Thinking so, he touched his chin and sat down in the next chair. Regardless of the silent Wendell and his wife, he began to think about what to do next.

"... Mr. wizard?"

Wendell finally recovered himself at this time - although he could not see the magical creature of fire dragon, he could still see the ice fire storm exploding in the air.

Needless to say, the frightening scene had shocked him and made him no longer doubt Bill's previous words.

"Mr. wizard, this... This is terrible. Can you please take us out of London? I can pay you pounds, I mean it -"

Bill didn't care when he heard the speech. He interrupted his thinking, but then he showed an expression of helplessness.

"Unfortunately, as far as the current situation is concerned, you can't leave London."

"Please! Please help us!" Wendell pleaded quickly. "No, even if I can't... Just my wife and daughter, really!"