Chapter 1280

To tell the truth, if Maka wants to, he can also make a lot of "thugs" like Haier Bo to support himself... No, he can even make more momentum than Haier Bo camp.

After all, one of his major research directions is the monument of bewitchment, and the characteristic of "arrogance" is obviously more suitable for controlling his subordinates and establishing absolute power.

Not to mention anything else, just look at Voldemort who didn't even go deep into the soul rules in the past. He can make a group of so-called "black dead" to know what Maka can do now.

However, Maka is never a ruthless black wizard. Haier Bo can treat human life like grass, but he can't.

"After all, am I not bad enough?"

When a guy who thinks he is "not a good person" speaks to himself, it may only be a kind of self mockery.

Maka looked at Thomas, who fell into self contradiction because of his first murder, and couldn't help shaking her head and sighing.

Although if he hadn't shot behind his back, the man would have died in that alley. But taking others as experimental objects like this and inducing them to undergo these hardships will still make him feel some guilt.

Probably, Dumbledore was in a similar mood to him and made a series of preparations?

Including using the hand of the skamand brothers to deal with greenward, and later trying to use the hand of Harry and Snape to deal with Voldemort... Is there such an apology hidden in Dumbledore's heart?

Of course, Maka suddenly felt that what she was doing was probably more "bad" than Dumbledore at the beginning? In any case, people have also tempered their younger generation, but the Thomas in front of us will always be only an "experiment".

"Come on," Marca said to herself, looking at Thomas. "Try harder! If you can stick to this last... Well, for more than an hour, I'll give you this power for free."

At the very least, what Thomas longed for was to change his mediocre self.

If Maka can get what he wants through this test, he doesn't mind meeting the other party's wishes - this is the rich reward that the other party can get after unconsciously participating in this test.

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Thomas, as a party, knew nothing about Marca's deep apology. He not only did not know what had happened to him to gain such unexpected strength, but also did not know that these things he had experienced were by no means accidental to some extent.

Suddenly, he was immersed in panic about killing someone and heard a voice. That was the Muggle woman who had been talking about "kill him" since just now. She was still muttering in a trance.

"Madam... Madam?"

Thomas, who had just regained consciousness, barely stopped his desire to vomit, turned around and returned to the young woman again, stretched out his hand and gently patted each other on the shoulder.

After finding that the other party still had no response to his touch, he had to carefully let the other party float, and then hurried across the street.

He had to send the woman to San Mungo as soon as possible - unfortunately, he had not found out where he was, let alone the way to San mungo.

So a moment later, Thomas, who trotted down the street for a while, suddenly heard that there seemed to be a burst of noise and noise in one direction of the block. Some slight shouts were mixed with various collisions and explosions, which sounded very chaotic.

Needless to say, there must be a battle, and it sounds not small.

As soon as Thomas heard this, his face changed greatly, he immediately stopped his steps, hurriedly took the woman and quietly left in the opposite direction.

Even if he had some strength, his first reaction was to run first when he met this kind of thing - Oh, I don't know why he had a brain attack and ran to save people when he heard the Muggle woman calling for help!

However, this time, there is no need for Maka, who is hiding in the dark, to guide her.

Thomas took people and ran along the fork road. Not far away, a dull explosion suddenly sounded from the building next to him. Immediately after, the brick wall was broken by a strong attack, and then a dark figure came out of it.

"What?"

As Thomas hurriedly retreated, he saw the figure turn around and run quickly down the street to the other end.

Then another man chased out of the hole in the wall that had just been broken.

For a moment, Thomas and the other subconsciously looked at each other - this is a young wizard, at most, not much different from the time he just graduated from Hogwarts, but he saw a firmness and confidence in the other's eyes.

The two sides only looked at each other. Thomas saw that after looking at himself, he glanced at the Muggle woman behind him, and then quickly nodded here.

"Sir, it's dangerous here. Find a place to hide!"

After hearing the young wizard's instructions, he turned his head and chased the black pupil wizard in the direction he had just left, with a frightening speed.

"Bang!"

Not long after, Thomas heard another roar in that direction, which made him turn around and want to go.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt something huge passing over his head at high speed, whistling and flying over there.

"What was that... Just now?"

Now, after all, it's a foggy night. You can't see anything when you look up.

But as the saying goes, the unknown is often the most terrible. Now the city is full of crises. At first glance, Thomas felt even more frightened, as if everything around him was hiding a fatal threat.

Hide! That's what the guy who looks great said, didn't he?

Looking around, Thomas simply took the Muggle woman floating behind him and dived into the hole in the wall that had just been knocked open. They have all been here before. They must not come again?

As soon as he got in, Thomas found that this might be the back kitchen of a Muggle restaurant. At present, there is no one in it. Of course, because the two had fought here before, it was a mess at this time.

With the shelter, Thomas finally felt a sense of security. After he breathed a sigh of relief, he quickly placed the Muggle woman behind him on an old sofa that was not very clean. Then he seemed to have lost his strength and sat on the back chair next to him.

Just now, he was naturally frightened all the way. At this moment, he really felt tired both physically and mentally.

However, the Muggle lady still needs to be treated as soon as possible. He obviously can't stay here too long - unless he plans to give up the poor woman he managed to save halfway.

Thomas sat in his chair, listening to the noise coming from outside, far or near, as if there would never be peace.

"... first... Sir."

Thomas, who was worried about when to go out and when to go home, suddenly heard a slight call from the women on the sofa. After he was stunned for a moment, he looked up to his side.

At that moment, he found that the lady seemed to be a little sober at last, and looked at him vaguely.

"Madam, are you awake? Are you okay?"

"Sir," said the young Muggle woman, looking at him in a trance, "you... Thank you for saving me."

Even if her mind was still unclear, she recovered at least, and the most important thing was that she didn't keep talking about "kill him" like at first.

"No, don't thank me. I happened to pass by," Thomas shook his head quickly. "What's more, I didn't make it in time... Uh, no, nothing."

Although he subconsciously wanted to say that he didn't have time to save her husband and children, it's not easy for people to calm down a little now. Even if Thomas's EQ is a little low, he also knows that it's best not to talk nonsense to stimulate each other at this time.

"In a word, lie down and have a rest... You know, it's still dangerous outside."

However, although he could avoid some unspeakable topics, the woman asked faintly after a moment of hesitation:

"Sir, when you took me away, I didn't seem to have a clear mind. Now I can't remember anything. Can you tell me that my husband... Is dead?"

Yes, before leaving, Thomas noticed that the Muggle man lying on his back, dying, had swallowed his last breath.

But in front of the sad looking lady, he still couldn't say it.

However, this silence alone can make the other party realize what the answer is. Soon, I saw that she also gradually pursed her lips, and her eyes tilted her head to one side.

"I see." after a long time, the other party was very difficult. "In short, thank you, sir."

When an ordinary Muggle doesn't even care about those wonderful and terrible spells, it shows that her heart has long been silent by the death of her family.

Don't talk about magic and wizards. Even if the devil suddenly appeared in front of her, she would only think about whether she could use her soul for the return of her relatives at the first time.

So, in the back kitchen of the Muggle restaurant, they both quieted down. Only the incessant noise outside still echoes gently in my ears, which makes people feel very bored.

Suddenly, there was a cold explosion on the roof, shaking down a piece of dust.

"Cough, cough..."