Chapter 1294

While Maka was eating snacks with everyone in the ward in San Mungo, Lupin, the main person in charge of the diagonal Lane defense, was receiving a group of men and women wizards with special identities.

As Maka had guessed before, these wizards did come from the United States. Moreover, they are also a support team led by Barlow Stewart, appointed by the president of the U.S. magic Congress and one of the two principals of the ifamani School of witchcraft and Wizardry.

In this team, there are Quidditch players who are good at air combat, experienced black wizard hitters, and many current Aurors in the United States.

To say what these American wizards from all walks of life have in common, it is natural that they all graduated from the United States.

Yes, it can be said that this large team was actually dispatched on the grounds of ifamani's friendly support to Hogwarts. As far as the origin of the two schools is almost from the same source, no one can gossip about this reason.

"Mr. Stewart, I think I have to thank you first instead of principal McGonagall of Hogwarts. It is really a rare thing that ivamani can stand up and provide support for Hogwarts and our British magic world in this terrible disaster."

On the long table in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron bar, Lupin was thanking the headmaster of ifamani across the table. Before that, those wizard volunteers from the United States had been taken to Kingsley to participate in the battle.

Now we can see that Stewart sitting next to the long table is an older thin middle-aged man. He was wearing a rather capable casual suit, with a pair of slightly old leather shoes under his feet, and a pair of silver thin framed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

At first glance, it looks more like a vigorous Muggle professor than a wizard.

Hearing Lupin's thanks, Mr. Stewart immediately shook his head, then spoke quickly and said:

"No, you don't have to thank us - to say thank you, in fact, it's just that we have to say 'thank you'. I think if Mr. McLean hadn't cut off the root of the crisis of someone's malicious' captive 'silent person from the beginning, I'm afraid our American magic world would suffer extremely great losses for no reason!"

What Stewart said was originally done by Maka in response to greenward, but it obviously has other more significant significance in the U.S. magic Congress.

Well, who made the culprit, that is, the old part of greenward, himself from ifamani?

"Therefore, this time we are not here to provide any conventional humanitarian support, but a 'return gift' in return for Mr. McLean's help."

At this point, Stewart's face, which seemed to be very serious all the time, suddenly showed a smile. He nodded at lupin and said:

"And to tell the truth, the fog disaster in London is not necessarily a scourge only belonging to the British magic world. Judging from the evil deeds of the ancient black wizard helbo and the chaos previously caused around the world, if London falls... The crisis will spread to the whole world sooner or later."

"Therefore, although we in the United States are separated from your country by a huge North Atlantic, we have to consider the future developments in advance - this time it is not so much support as to nip the disaster in the cradle as soon as possible, so as not to threaten the daily security of our American magic world when Haier Bo has accumulated more strength in the future."

War is like loss. In fact, both winners and losers will suffer no small losses, which no country wants to see.

After hearing what Stewart said, Lupin couldn't help nodding and agreed with it.

"Yes," he said, "in fact, I also think that halbo's eyes can not be limited to our British magic world. If he develops it, the consequences will be unimaginable."

With that said, they both paused a little, and then Stewart suddenly turned to say:

"By the way, Mr. lupin! In fact, I also want to see Mr. McLean - the last time there was a private manor with many silent people, he left there soon after he finished his work, so that when I passed by, I was unlucky to miss him."

"Oh, see Maka..." speaking of this, Lupin couldn't help showing a little sorry look. "In fact, we can't find him at any time. So I can only say that I don't know where he is... I only know that he must be somewhere in the city and working hard to solve the crisis."

Stuart was disappointed when he heard the speech - he came so fast and slowly with people all the way, just to see the young wizard who has been very popular recently.

But now it seems that it is not so easy to see.

"All right!" a moment later, Stewart suddenly stood up and said to lupin, "then I'll go to Mr. schacker's side to do something."

It can be seen that the headmaster of ifamani magic school has no airs at all. He is completely down-to-earth in doing things.

And... It seems that he is still a person who focuses on efficiency.

Because after the last sentence, he said goodbye to lupin decisively, and then turned to the door. As for the current situation in London, he had asked for the first time even as soon as he arrived here. At the moment, he hardly spent much time.

After watching the other party leave, Lu Ping looked at the bar again - an owl was standing on it, pecking at the crumbs scattered on the bar.

That was the messenger lupin used to send information to Maka before the group of American wizards came. But unexpectedly, this time even the owl couldn't find Maka's place.

"Well, send the facts again... But those American wizards have come, and the content needs to be changed and improved."

With that, he quickly walked back to the bar, picked up the quill and wrote down.

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"... no, I'm not hungry."

At this time, on the other side, Delphi had just rejected the bread handed to him by Fred. Her eyes did not fall on the bread, nor on Fred, nor did she go to see Marca by the doctor's bed.

At the moment, everyone didn't know what was wrong with her. Only Maka felt it vaguely - the girl seemed to be making trouble?

"Miss Fisher, if you want me to say, you'd better eat! If I guess correctly, you haven't eaten all night? How can you not be hungry?"

"In a word, I'm not hungry," said Delphi, still not looking at him, but sipping his mouth and holding a stalemate for a while. "Also, I said I didn't like the surname 'Fisher'... I'm not a fisherman."

"Er..." when Maka heard this, she had to shrug her shoulders and say, "OK!"

Before he finished, he saw Fred take back the bread that couldn't be delivered and nibble at it by himself. Then I heard him say something vaguely:

"Aren't you fisher? What should we call you?"

Delphi glanced at Maka and said deliberately:

"Just call me Mike -"

"Cough."

Maka coughed quickly and interrupted her inexplicable anger, but there was still a little more helplessness in her expression. Seriously, there is such a big daughter out of thin air... It's really a thing that people don't know what to do.

Obviously, although Delphi couldn't finish his words, he still attracted the attention of almost everyone present. Hermione, in particular, was staring wide and her face was full of complexity.

Naturally, everyone heard that Delphi should have wanted to say "McLean". We should know that those who follow other people's surnames are not necessarily father and daughter. In terms of age, they are more likely to be husband and wife.

What's more, in fact, Hermione had suspected that she had that intention towards Maka. Even though Maka might not like her, she mostly liked Maka.

Yes, just like Hermione herself.

"I'm afraid of you, all right!" Marca waved her hand. "Okay, stop... In short, just trust me and leave the next thing to me!"

This sentence was obviously said to Delphi. Although he said almost nothing clearly, if Delphi said it, he would naturally be able to understand the implied meaning of his words.

However, this is not a matter of trust at all on Delphi's side. After all, many things have happened in her memory.

The father of "that year", yes, was seriously injured, so that he couldn't turn over under halbo's hands from beginning to end. In the end, it evaporated directly and inexplicably.

However, Delphi also knows Marca very well. She knows that she can't stop each other at this time. So after Maka said that, although she was still reluctant, she shut her mouth silently.

When Maka saw this, she turned her head towards Fred and motioned him to pass another bread.

"Hey, this time it's raspberry bread. Would you like one?"

Delphi blinked and reached for it after all - after all, Fred had no grudge against her and couldn't ignore other people's kindness again and again, could he?

Thinking so, she opened her mouth and took a big bite, as if she took the bread as Marca who always couldn't listen to her.