Chapter 1273

Mr. taweng's life was not stable.

As he once mentioned to Marca. Because of Voldemort's persecution, his father had to leave his hometown with him when he was still young. He sneaked from a corner of the magic world to a corner of the Muggle world and lived a miserable life.

Yes, he thinks his life should be described by the word "muddle along".

After all, although he is a squib, he is not born like this.

He also experienced the magic rampage, studied in demstrom for several years, and even his magic talent did not lose to most of his peers.

However, in order not to be watched by that damn Tom Riddle, and to keep the last blood in his family, his father abandoned him himself.

Why do you want to do this? Is it really necessary to hide your name at all costs?

Or, what deep hatred does Tom Riddle have with his family?

This was undoubtedly a secret. Even he himself didn't know it until his father was dying.

However, those old things are obviously no longer important now.

Voldemort is dead, and his son Ernst has returned to the magic world. It is said that his academic performance is quite good.

That seems to be enough.

But it never occurred to me that the birth of Haier Bo suddenly plunged the whole British... And even the whole European magic world into chaos.

Another more terrible wizard war seems to break out completely at any time.

Well, no, isn't it already started?

"Sir."

Cold, a strange voice sounded in the house behind him, which suddenly stunned taweng, who was standing by the window peeping out.

"Who?"

While asking questions, Ta Weng looked back and found that there was obviously no one in the room except himself.

But the moment he frowned, a figure suddenly appeared from the bedside and looked at him calmly.

"Hello, I'm Auror from the Ministry of magic. According to your peeping at the battle outside the window and your performance when you see me now, you shouldn't be a Muggle?"

It can be seen that the wizard who suddenly appeared in his house was wearing a brown coat without much expression on his face. Coupled with this business attitude, it seems that he is indeed a rigid Auror.

In Taron's youth, Auror of the Ministry of magic mostly felt this way.

Of course, the long pole in the other party's hand seems strange... Is it the latest alchemy prop?

"I'm really not a Muggle..." Ta Weng thought and muttered impatiently, "but I'm a squib."

After mumbling casually, he looked sideways at the guy who claimed to be Auror and said, "what are you going to do when you broke into my house?"

"Of course, please go to the shelter," the other party still said calmly. "At present, London is very dangerous. Even if you hide indoors, it will not be very safe. In order to ensure that the vast majority of people are not in danger of their lives, Minister scrimger has personally sent a search and rescue mission. Please actively cooperate with me for your personal safety."

Seeing that the other party finished in a very stylized way, he raised his hand on one side and motioned taweng to follow him away. Taweng couldn't help but curl his mouth.

What he likes most is to give orders to people, and what he hates most is to be given orders.

However, taweng has no objection to the matter of refuge - it is really dangerous outside now. He is a squib and can't go out at all. Once an enemy comes in, the consequences are obvious.

Therefore, although Taron didn't like Auror at all, he still walked to the door of the room according to his words.

After Taron opened the door and went out, the Auror followed him.

Just as I was walking through the living room to the gate, I didn't know which tendon taweng was wrong. Suddenly, I asked ironically:

"The refuge points are still St. Mungo and Diagon lane? Why, this time it's not a priority to receive wizards and people. Even Squibs like me have a place?"

"Huh?"

The Auror walking behind him heard his words, but he didn't seem to recognize the inexplicable irony in his tone, and said faintly:

"There are three shelters in the city this time. Except that St. Mungo is currently overcrowded and can only receive injured patients in principle, the other two do not distinguish between refugees. Especially at the Quidditch Museum, it is said that most of the rescued people should be Muggles..."

"Oh?" when taweng heard this, he couldn't help picking his eyebrows. "It's really strange."

Then he stretched out his hand to open the door, and then went out without scruples.

To be honest, in terms of the degree of danger outside, even many wizards dare not go out easily, not to mention that he is still a squib that can't put a spell.

Isn't there a clear understanding of the situation outside?

The "Auror" who followed behind looked at taweng's back and hesitated for a while, and then followed up.

"Who!"

There was an Auror team fighting the crazy wizard in the street. When they saw two people coming out of the house on the street one by one, they immediately glanced here.

Seeing this, the "Auror" behind taweng immediately said hello:

"I'm from the search and rescue team. Take him to the broken cauldron bar."

That team is in a hot fight with the enemy. It doesn't have much Kung Fu. On hearing this, the leading elite auroden nodded:

"Pay attention to safety, and... Be careful to distinguish the identity of asylum seekers."

There's no way. The appearance of taweng's self-care action is somewhat suspicious. No wonder the other party will add such a reminder.

"Well, I know."

After the same nod, he quickened his pace and ran after taweng, who had walked a distance along the street.

However, before he could say anything, the taweng in front of him suddenly asked:

"How's Hogwarts? My son is still at school there... Don't wait for the end of the study tour, but there's no school!"

"I don't know," Auror, who chased after Taron again, couldn't help but say casually, "it should be no problem? Anyway, there's still that McClain, isn't it?"

When Auror said "McLean", a subtle expression flashed on his face, but taweng who walked in front didn't see it.

At this time, the top of the long stick held by the "Auror" suddenly flickered slightly.