Chapter 1265

"Someone has come in! Come on... Oh, with a child. It should be an asylum seeker..."

As soon as Harry entered the door, he saw four wizards with wands coming towards him. Two of them were very capable at first sight, most of them were the black wizard hitters mentioned by Charlie earlier.

But it was obvious that they didn't recognize Harry soon until——

"Oh! Isn't this... Potter?" the batter walking behind stared at Harry's face and suddenly said, "yes, look at the scar on his forehead. This is Harry Potter!"

"The boy who survived?" when his colleagues heard this, they suddenly said, "ah! Yes, lightning scars... Hello, Mr. Potter!"

To be honest, Harry had not heard of the title "the boy who survived the disaster" for a long time.

In fact, as early as Voldemort was embarrassed by Marca again and again, everyone's attention rarely focused on Harry.

When Voldemort finally fell in the Hogwarts vestibule with greenward, people's worries and hopes turned into peace of mind.

After all, even Voldemort himself is dead. Who cares about the little boy who survived the Killing Curse and many people say he is Voldemort's nemesis?

Of course, Harry didn't think it was bad. Anyway, he had long felt that being a "celebrity" was really unhappy!

"Hello, sir!" said Harry to the four wizards who surrounded him, and Harry pulled little robin behind him. "This is a child I met on the road. He was originally a Muggle, but he seems to have experienced the magic rampage."

"Really?" one of the batters nodded. "Oh, what a coincidence!"

"Who said no?"

Harry couldn't help sighing - he thought that the black pupil wizard he ran into when he found little robin might have been attracted by the magic rampage.

"Anyway, I'll leave the child to you. Charlie is still waiting for me outside."

"OK... Hmm? Wait, do you want to join the rescue team, too?"

"Of course," Harry said decisively, "I know what you're trying to say, but I'm sure it's definitely not my impulse."

"Er -" when the other party heard the speech, he could only spread his hands. "You just said that Charlie was waiting for you outside? Since he agreed with your choice, I don't seem to have to say anything... So I can only hope you are safe all the way."

"He said that to everyone."

Another batter patted Harry on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"But it's true - in search and rescue, remember to give priority to ensuring your own safety, so that you can save more people."

Just standing at the door and contacting the four people, Harry could feel that this must be a warm refuge.

This is not to say that St. Mungo and Diagon lane are bad, but the number of people seeking refuge there is so much that the therapists or volunteers responsible for looking after the asylum seekers are very busy. In addition, the two shelters are relatively close to the city center, and the turmoil and threats close at hand make the atmosphere of the two shelters much more tense than here.

But here, even if the Weasley brothers treat wizards and Muggles almost equally, the number of asylum seekers sent here so far is not large.

At present, the rescue work in London has become more and more difficult with the increasing danger.

"Thank you. I'll leave the child to you... I'll go first!"

After that, Harry was about to turn around and go out, but he found his clothes suddenly tight. He immediately turned his head and looked. It turned out that little robin grabbed his robe and didn't want him to leave.

"Robin, don't worry! These uncles and aunts are good people. It's all right... Aren't you hungry? There are delicious food here. You can stay and have enough to eat!"

In fact, Harry had to admit that the child was unexpectedly brave and strong. Even if his parents were not around, even if the nanny left him to escape alone, even if he met so many terrible scenes he had never heard or seen, he was stunned that he didn't even cry.

But the child is a child after all. During this time, Harry protected him all the way, which has made little robin have a feeling and dependence. He saw his hand holding Harry's robe tightly, and he didn't want to let go.

Although the child is a little introverted and doesn't talk much, he is obviously very stubborn and firm.

"Don't go."

"But Robin, I have to go..." Harry could only squat down and look at him and explain, "you know, I have to save more people - more people in danger and need help like Robin. So I really can't stay here with you... But it doesn't matter. There are more people here who can accompany you! Isn't it?"

"... No."

Little robin still disagreed. Just when Harry wanted to say something more, he heard the child suddenly say:

"It's so dangerous outside. Don't go, will you?"

Harry didn't expect that the reason why little robin didn't let him leave was not fear at all, but worrying about him. After a little stunned, he suddenly picked up the beaded bag Hermione gave him, searched it, and took out a book from it.

"Robin, this is a book given to me by a dead teacher. There are three stories in it." Harry handed the book Dumbledore gave him. "Take a good look, and then you may understand - sometimes even the most dangerous things need to be done."

Dumbledore's book has no practical effect on Harry, and the three adventure stories about Gryffindor have long been deeply engraved in his heart.

Instead of leaving the book around as a souvenir, Harry felt that he might as well pass on the "courage" to the next person who needed it.

Well, maybe in this way, he can get more courage from others!

"The most dangerous thing needs someone to do?"

Little robin subconsciously released his hand, took the story book handed over by Harry, looked at the figure holding the sword on the cover, and he immediately recalled Harry's fight not long ago.

Just then, Harry suddenly pressed little robin's shoulder and said seriously:

"Robin, you are a brave boy, and this book is a book about brave people. Take a good look! When you find real courage in it, help me give it to the next person who needs it."

After saying this, Harry looked at little robin, who was staring at the cover of the book, and then straightened up and nodded to the Wizards around him.

Then he finally turned around and left gently.

……

Towards dusk, London, shrouded in fog, is about to usher in its third night.

But just because the fog was everywhere, the brilliant sunset glow was completely covered outside, so that it was still gray at a glance.

Well, at most, the brightness in the field of vision is not as high as before, and the gray looks heavier and heavier.

Maka, who had just eaten casually in the corridor in front of the ward, had now left there, came outside San Mungo and climbed the roof of the building.

While paying attention to whether there is anything unusual around St. Mungo, he also needs this quiet to think, so as to figure out a feasible plan as much as possible.

Yes, he wants the so-called "best of both worlds", even if it seems to be just an impossible luxury.

However, has he ever been less greedy than Marca McLean? Although we often talk about "indifferent", it seems that we can look down on everything and only hope to have a quiet and plain life.

But in fact, he is always busy for such and such things, not free for a moment.

Yes, he is a liar at all, and he almost cheated himself.

But now, reality has exposed his lies in the most cruel way, forcing him to make a choice he is not willing to make.

Is to give up saving Luna so that Delphi can live unharmed; Or respect delphina's willingness to sacrifice for Luna, for Britain, and even for the whole of Europe?

"Only fools do multiple-choice questions! I want them all, can't I?"

Maka muttered, suddenly rubbed her forehead again, and then sighed gently - to be honest, if he were really a fool now, maybe he wouldn't be so upset.

After shaking her head slightly, Maka took out the time converter from her waist and stared at it for a while.

The obscurity of the rules of time is still not easy for him to understand. The information contained in it is so complex that he can hardly start.

Even if he has a rule Rune guide table that is like cheating, there is still a gap between him and these three-level rules that can not be ignored.

Thinking about it, Maka suddenly changed slightly, and then couldn't help covering her mouth and coughing. This also forced him to put the time converter back in his pocket, and then he took out a magic medicine bottle.

"... dad."

After listening to Delphi's soft call behind her, Maka waved her hand and said:

"Don't call me that here. It's bad to be heard."

"Well... Well, Mr. McClane," said Delphi, slowly walking behind Marca and sipping his mouth, "don't take out the converter - all we need to do now is stop halbo from completing the ceremony. Otherwise, you know... Nothing will change."

But Maka shook her head stubbornly, meaning something:

"Stop talking, there must be a way... I won't give up anyone I want to protect, let alone both. The person who will do that is not Marca McLean."