Chapter 1291

It's about an hour before dawn. The battle that lasted almost a whole night seemed to have finally subsided.

Of course, although the number of black eyed wizards has gradually decreased, the situation in London seems to have begun to tilt towards the order of the Phoenix. But the crazy wizards under Haier Bo's hands are still quite tricky.

So up to now, the city of London is still noisy from time to time, and the sound of explosion, impact and cry... Can be heard everywhere.

In particular, the large-scale battlefield on Sirius can not toss a result in just one night.

Fatigue has accumulated in everyone's body and heart.

But speaking of fatigue, I'm afraid Harry is the most tired tonight - although halber temporarily stopped releasing Black Eyed wizards, there are still many wandering around the city.

In order to find them one by one and try their best to clean them up, Harry and Thomas, who formed a partner with him, kept running and searching. The degree of hard work was self-evident.

As for Charlie, who was still with Harry on the way, after Thomas joined, he rode a fire dragon to find bill and continue the search and rescue

"Thomas, this way... Oh, it seems that you really don't know the way! This way is the way to St. mungo. If you go that way, you should go to the broken cauldron bar in a moment!"

Phantom development is indeed an extremely convenient magic spell, which allows wizards to reach any place they have been to anytime, anywhere. But in this way, there are many road fools in the magic world.

And there is no doubt that Thomas must be one of them.

"Oh, Mr. Porter, slow down - the fog is so heavy that I'm afraid I'll be lost again when I walk!"

"Oh, God... Ah, no, I mean, Merlin..."

Harry reluctantly slowed down, lest Thomas really didn't catch up later, and then he had to go back to him.

The darkness before dawn is particularly deep, coupled with the hazy fog, so that the visibility in this alley is very low. After they crossed the roadway and came to the street outside, the street lamps barely brought them some light.

"Hey, Thomas... My God, where are you going?"

"Ah? Isn't it here? But you just said..."

To be honest, with the power of the bewitching monument given by Maka, Thomas's strength has become quite strong. In the past half night, Harry and his cooperation have killed many black pupil wizards, and they also have some rare tacit understanding at the same time.

So just from the aspect of fighting together, Harry still has some identification with the "Uncle" who is not very old.

Unfortunately, in addition to fighting, they obviously have to keep on their way.

No, it's better to say that most of their time is mainly spent on the road.

Because riding a broomstick can't see the ground clearly, flying too low is easy to hit buildings, and they have to search for the enemy with only one leg.

It can be imagined how much it would be a crime to go with a road maniac with surprisingly strong physical quality and fast running speed?

If Thomas hadn't gradually adapted to the feeling of jogging, Harry would have wanted him to run behind his back, at least so that the two wouldn't have separated inadvertently.

"Here! See? You should know each other here?"

"Oh... Here comes Taotao department store!"

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"Benedictine Benedictine."

A slightly restrained knock on the door sounded from the door of the ward. Someone probably thought that everyone inside should still be sleeping, so he didn't dare to knock too loudly.

However, as soon as the voice came in the dark, Hermione and others opened their eyes, propped up their upper body and looked at the door.

"Marca?"

Almost at the same time, several friends subconsciously said the name. Obviously, everyone really wanted to see him.

After all, in the current turmoil, only Maka is the most reassuring.

At this time, Percy, who was closest to the door, first got up from the blanket and waved to everyone.

"I'll see who's coming."

Before his voice fell, he didn't ask who was outside, so he reached out and unscrewed the door handle.

"Potter? You... Huh?"

Percy had just called out to Harry and was about to ask him if he was hurt or something, but then he reached for the wand in his arms like a great enemy.

"Oh, no, no - not the enemy! He is -"

Harry at the door quickly shook his hand, but before he could explain, Percy's wand had hit his chest quickly.

Isn't Percy not fully recovered from lying at home for too long? Why is the staff pulling so fast? Not only that, his movements are particularly clean, which can be achieved only after a lot of practice.

"Don't talk nonsense, answer me!" cried Percy, putting the tip of his staff very carefully against his chest. "What did Professor Dumbledore hide in the flame strawberry pudding on Christmas the year you entered Hogwarts?"

"Huh? In first grade?"

"Yes! Say it... If you still want to prove that you are Harry Potter!"

"Hey, Percy, it's been almost six years! Shit, you want me to remember what was hidden in the Christmas pudding six years ago -"

As he spoke, Harry was suddenly stunned, then stared at Percy's mouth and hurriedly said:

"It's silver! Crescent shaped silver! I remember - you ate only one silver on the long table of each college! It almost broke your front teeth!"

"Who asked you to lift my front teeth? I only asked you what's hidden inside!" Percy murmured angrily. Then he took back his wand and said, "now you can say, what's the... Behind you?"

But on the other side, Harry was still thinking about the silver piece. He heard him say with a little doubt, "did Professor Dumbledore say he hid the silver piece? Why don't I remember it at all?"

"As like as two peas", Ron, who just came to greet his brother, smells, "it's crescent shaped silver piece - exactly like Professor Dumbledore's spectacles."

"All right! Stop thinking about Christmas silver," Hermione urged immediately. "Harry, come on... Uh, introduce us?"

Seriously, almost everyone was startled when they came one after another and saw Thomas standing behind Harry.

After all, even if everyone has never seen Voldemort's black dead, anyone who sees a "humanoid creature" with black breath will probably be on guard... And even fear.

However, Harry was obviously used to Thomas's scary appearance.

"Oh, this is Mr. Thomas, a very powerful wizard in combat!" he said, turning his head and looking at it, and then said in surprise, "eh? Is the black fog on you... Lighter than at the beginning?"

"Oh! Can you see?"

Thomas, who was still a little confused because of Percy's questioning at first, was refreshed as soon as he heard Harry ask about it.

"On the way, I've been trying to see if I can put away some of the black fog - you see, it's really easy to scare people, especially in this period!"

While explaining, he couldn't help but reach out and stir the black fog in front of him, then shrugged and said:

"Although they won't hinder me from seeing."

When Harry heard this, he waved his hand casually, and then turned around and said to everyone:

"Anyway, no problem - we happened to meet Marca at that time. He had checked for Mr. Thomas, and he recommended Mr. Thomas to form a partner with me at that time!"

"Recommended by Marca?" Hermione nodded immediately. "Then it must be all right - all right, come in! You must be very tired. Sit down and rest, and have some cookies to cushion your stomach!"

Then, everyone gathered Harry and Thomas into the ward and busily prepared food and drink for the two "soldiers" who had worked hard all night. Only Delphi, still sitting in the back chair in the corner, looked hard at Thomas who was black.

In the future world she knew, Maka used the "arrogance" rule of the bewitching monument to create many men, including wizards and all kinds of magical creatures.

If there were not so much help, it would be determined not to stop the later forces of Haier Bo.

Therefore, Delphi was deeply impressed by the dark fog wizard, and even she was saved by her father's men.

Unexpectedly, now she finally saw such a wizard who was once called the "black apostle" - needless to say, this title was set by Maka to distinguish from Voldemort's "black dead".

But

"Mr. Thomas, excuse me... Are you the only wizard like you?"

When Delphi in the corner of the room suddenly asked questions, Thomas, who was eating, was stunned. To be honest, he has never seen such a beautiful little girl!

"Er..." after he was stunned, he said, "do you mean someone like me smoking all over? Well... As far as I know, it should be me alone... Anyway, I didn't see anyone else."

"Oh, well... Thank you."

After listening to Thomas's answer, Delphi actually had some doubts.

Because she still clearly remembered that her father in her memory made as many as ten black Apostles at one time when he first made them.

So, what's the reason why he can only make one now?

"... well, maybe it's just because of scattered manufacturing?" she thought secretly in her heart.