The black pupil wizard's attack target is not just aberforth!
When he tried to block one of the black thorns, he saw the others passing by him and shooting at the Muggle asylum seekers in the rear.
Then, in a burst of screams and wails, several innocent asylum seekers were penetrated by the thick and thin black thorns of their arms, and the blood splashed and dyed the road red for a time.
"Bad!"
In a hurry, Albus only had time to look back and rushed towards the black pupil wizard.
To tell the truth, he is not a kind of good man full of compassion, but he can't let a group of helpless Muggles be ruthlessly slaughtered by the enemy and turn a blind eye to himself.
However, to stop the cold-blooded behavior of the black pupil wizard, it seems too difficult for albus, who can't do anything about each other.
Within a few minutes, except that the two wizards leading the asylum seekers barely escaped a series of black thorn raids, none of the other Muggles could run away and were nailed to death in the street.
On the other hand, although aberforth tried his best to prevent the tragedy, his remaining magic spells fell on the other party's spherical shield, but there was not even a trace.
Not only that, his left arm was accidentally rubbed by a black thorn shot at high speed, and a piece of flesh and blood was rubbed off.
At present, aberforth was holding his magic wand in pain, ignoring the blood oozing from his left arm, urging the only two wizards to leave the place.
"Leave me alone, you go first!"
"But... Sir, you're hurt... If we leave, you may not be able to run."
These two unknown wizards are actually local wizard residents in London. They are the helpers Charlie and bill met during the search and rescue. They usually live in Muggle neighborhoods. After getting along with Muggles for a long time, they naturally have feelings.
That's why they readily agreed to join the Muggle search and rescue operation when Bill solicited them.
However, it is too difficult to rescue the ordinary Muggles who can be said to have no combat power in this dangerous environment. Even when the enemy is greatly reduced, even if they are attacked by the black pupil wizard just now, they may not be able to save their lives.
"Let's go!" aberforth said angrily. "If we don't leave one person to stop, none of us can run!"
The two wizards looked left and right with a heavy face. The Muggles who had just thanked them were now ruthlessly taken away their lives, leaving only one bloody body after another.
This section of the street has been stained with shocking red.
"What are you doing? Let's go!"
Seeing that a black thorn suddenly appeared on the surface of the black ball and shot this way, aberforth waved his wand with his backhand and pushed the wizard who had become the target aside. When the black thorn penetrated deeply into the road and the stone chips splashed, he shouted again.
The two wizards had no choice but to stand up and bite their teeth and run in the opposite direction. As they ran, they shouted:
"Sir, please hold on! We'll find someone as soon as possible!"
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"Mr. Weasley, that's where the old man saved us both!"
"Hmm? Are you sure it's here?"
During the short period when the two wizards ran to move the rescue soldiers, aberforth had been chased by the black pupil wizard again and ran elsewhere.
After he left, Delphi and the dean of San Mungo passed here with the evacuation team. Because they saw the scene of the blood stained street, they took the initiative to clean up here and temporarily collect the dead Muggles.
Now, when bill came here with the two wizards, he found that there were not many traces here.
"Sir, it's really here. We can't remember wrong. It's just... We only left here for more than ten minutes. Why did we suddenly --"
At this point, he could not help shaking his head, which was very puzzling.
"Anyway, you did see the strong old man with white beard and white hair here, didn't you?" bill nodded and said, "well, let me check with tools first... If I'm right, the old man should be aberforth, and he should still have no knowledge of Maka's evacuation plan."
While he was talking, he took out a fist sized alchemy prop from his pocket and walked along the street with it in one hand.
Looking at the pointer and dial similar to the clock, the pointer trembled slightly in the careful detection step by step, as if it wanted to point in a certain direction.
But the fog in London has largely hindered the detection of alchemy props, so that even if the pointer can point out the direction of people's departure, it can only set an approximate direction due to interference.
"Well, you can avoid the difficulties first! I'll go alone - go back as soon as possible and help others sort out the evacuated team."
"OK." "I see."
The two men nodded and agreed, and then they left the street with each other.
Bill watched them turn away, and then frowned and sucked his nose - the faint smell of blood made him believe that his health might have such and such problems.
After a while, after looking for someone for a while, he finally decided to take a break before continuing to find someone. But only then did he vaguely hear the roar of the tiger.
And mixed with the roar of the beast, there was also a powerful cry of vicissitudes.
As soon as Bill heard it, he stopped delaying. He resolutely gave up his rest time and quickly ran to the woods by the side of the road.
Sure enough, he saw a tall figure fighting with the black pupil wizard who once again supported the spherical shield while avoiding the black thorn attack.
"Aberforth?"
At the same time, Bill waved his wand and joined the battle.
"Are you... Weasley's child, bill?"
That iconic red hair is really familiar to many people in the British magic world. According to the analysis of books written by some unreliable guys, the Weasleys may still have Godric Gryffindor's blood. The main basis is their family's flaming red hair that has been handed down from generation to generation and never changed color.
"Yes, sir."
When Bill nodded in response, he suddenly waved his wand and gave deformation to a big tree growing next to the black ball. The next moment, I saw that the tree moved like a beating willow. As soon as I bent down, I pulled towards the black ball.