Chapter 1309

In the past, in the magic world, there was a very extreme argument that Muggles would be hostile to all wizards who could use magic.

Yes, it was an extremely chaotic period for Muggles and wizards - starting from the Holy See planning unjust cases and trying to further establish faith with the hands of wizards, the witch hunting movement began one after another in European and American countries.

It was a disaster, a super large-scale disaster that was far more than halbo could do at present and comparable to the ancient magic war.

In that disaster, it was not only the Wizards persecuted by Muggles at that time, but also a large number of Muggle people who were confused and misled by the holy see at that time.

I remember that in the world-famous Salem Witch trial in Massachusetts, it was not only wizards who were sentenced to hanging, but also some so-called "heresies" who opposed the holy see at that time.

However, Muggles are misled by the Holy See's propaganda, but wizards also have many pure blood families disturbing their sight. When some ignorant Muggles listened to the guidance of the Holy See and carried out prey movement, the pure blood family began to make a cluster speech almost at the same time, demoting all Muggles as foolish villains.

Those pure blood families, like the Muggle Holy See, are only for their own interests - they want to completely trample on the "inferior" Muggles.

But in fact?

Wizards have good and bad, good and evil, Muggles... Naturally, the same is true. Muggles that are friendly to wizards exist in every period of history.

After all, there is no difference in appearance between wizards and Muggles except magic.

"... Mr. wizard, I know you must be a wizard! Because no ordinary person dares to walk in the street so leisurely at this time. So, I really just want to find a good man who can send my granddaughter out of this damn place... At first, I thought you were..."

On the sofa opposite the tea table, the Muggle old man who just looked very straightforward has become particularly cautious. Although he was explaining, he always seemed so absent-minded until he found that he seemed to have said something wrong.

"Oh, no!" he said, suddenly stunned, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean you don't look like a good man now. I didn't mean --"

"Old gentleman, you don't have to be nervous, let alone apologize..." Maka still calmly waved her hand, "Because I just thought you might be unkind to me - as you said, it's really not like an ordinary person to walk alone in the street at this time; but correspondingly, it's obviously strange for you to invite 'suspicious people' like me to come from your own home at this time, isn't it?"

"Ah... Yes, you're right." the old man nodded when he heard it. "So, Mr. wizard... You're a 'good' wizard, aren't you?"

After Maka heard this, before he could answer, she saw the old man again:

"In fact, I just mentioned that I have seen many strange people these days, and this is indeed the case. I have seen murderous demons and people who fight with those demons to save London residents who are as weak as me. They all have terrible and strange abilities, but they are doing the opposite."

"So," he said suddenly, "I just want to find a 'kind Wizard' who is willing to help us... There is not much to eat at home, and these pancakes on the table are the last... Oh, poor little Shirley is ill again... If this goes on, she will, she will die..."

The old man's voice trembled more and more, and finally she couldn't help choking. While Maka listened to his words, Maka looked down at the basket of pancakes on the tea table, but her thoughts drifted away unconsciously.

There is no doubt that the Muggle old man is like a microcosm of the vast majority of London residents - in this inexplicable disaster, the most innocent and helpless are the ordinary Muggle people.

Maka believes that when Muggles in the whole city are forced to hide at home, they are also secretly looking at everything outside the window.

What do they think when they see groups of guys with strange abilities killing passers-by?

"Speaking of... Sir," Maka suddenly thought of a question while thinking secretly, "how did you know 'wizard'? Did you guess it?"

The word "Wizard" is not unfamiliar to Muggles. Although wizards have long lived in Muggles, they no longer appear in Muggles' sight as in the past. In the end, wizards and Magic have existed in the world for thousands of years, and they can't be completely erased if wizards want to erase them.

It's just that it's a little difficult to think of wizards just by looking at the fighting in the street from the window.

"I heard a wizard say it himself... He saved a child downstairs... Oh, that's a kind 'good wizard'! Unfortunately, there were terrible bad guys outside at that time. I didn't dare to speak until they left."

"Well... Really?"

The old man was actually talking about Harry, but Marca didn't know. He just thought it was likely to be Auror sent out by lupin for search and rescue or the Federation to support the wizard.

Of course, it doesn't matter who the old man sees. What's more, the wizards who also rescued Muggles seem to be bringing favor to the London residents who know nothing about the facts.

Yes, as long as they don't deliberately mislead Muggles like in the witch hunting period, they can naturally rely on their own judgment to distinguish between good and bad. Even if there are wizards at the same time, there are also "good wizards" and "bad wizards" - they can actually distinguish very clearly.

"Fortunately, Haier Bo is not interested in wooing Muggles..."

Hearing Maka muttering, the old man was confused and uneasy although he didn't hear it clearly:

"Mr. wizard... What did you just say?"

"Oh, no, I'm just talking to myself," said Marca, shaking her head immediately. "Old Sir, you said your... Well, is it your granddaughter? She's ill?"

"Yes, little Shirley, she's my granddaughter - she's not well all the time. She's been frightened again these days and has had a fever for two days."

After listening, Maka immediately stretched out her hand to the door that was always closed and motioned:

"Let me go and see for her! I may be able to cure her... Well, it's just your thank-you gift of a pancake and a glass of water!"