"... you should have received the message from Diagon Alley. Have you made preparations for evacuation?"

In the Quidditch Museum in the suburbs of London, Maka, who had just arrived here, was talking to a middle-aged wizard named "George Byron".

This man was a "companion" bill and Charlie met when they were rescuing everywhere. At that time, like the Weasley brothers, he was running around to help many asylum seekers.

As a retired former Ministry of magic Auror due to injury, he always believes that he has the responsibility and obligation to protect the old and weak, even if he is now difficult to participate in the battle because of the serious damage to the nerve of his arm.

"Yes," said Byron, with two moustaches, "we are already organizing the evacuation... But Mr. McLean, is it really safe to arrange the evacuation of asylum seekers from London at this time?"

In fact, when it comes to the safety of evacuation operations, the refuge point of the museum is very close to the suburbs, so it must be safer than the other two refuge points. It can even be said that they can send the asylum seekers out of London at any time.

Therefore, Maka understands that the reason why Mr. Byron asked this security question is actually considering the whole. He was not just worried about the asylum seekers in the museum, but about all the ordinary people who suffered from disaster.

"Well, there must be some risks," Maka said frankly, "but according to my current speculation, Haier Bo will probably toss out more dangerous things in the next period of time... Not to mention that most of the enemies in London have been cleared away, and there is no better time!"

"Indeed," Byron nodded, and then said again, "don't worry, Mr. McLean! After most people are sent out one after another, we will let some capable rescuers help evacuate the other two shelters."

"Then I'll thank you for your help on behalf of other asylum seekers!"

Because lupin sent the news before, Maka didn't have much to say to the other party. They only had a brief chat under the "flying man hunters" Tapestry in the Quidditch Museum. Byron pleaded guilty and left for the time being because he was eager to do something.

But just as Maka planned to see the situation of the asylum seekers again, and then left here, a clear tremor and fluctuation made him look sluggish.

Just finished, there will be danger next. Who ever thought that... It seems that danger has come!

"I'll go first. Mr. Byron, I don't think you need to help the Leaky Cauldron bar or the hospital. Send all the asylum seekers out of London as soon as possible. That's the most important thing at present."

With that said, Maka left the Quidditch museum without delay - the wave just now was so obvious that he had to hurry to see what happened.

And more importantly, Maka just found that the inexplicable shock should have spread from San mungo. When it was not clear whether Delphi had left there with the team, he naturally felt a little worried.

"Is Haier wave coming out? No... the wave is very strong, but there is no smell of that guy in it. It should not be helbo."

While planning and guessing, Maka stepped on the magic book and flew to San Mungo at high speed.

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"Bill, leave me alone."

Now on the street in front of the entrance of St. Mungo, Charlie's mood calmed down after the first violent change.

Because when his eyes collided with the black "devil", he felt that he could not live.

However, even if Charlie told bill not to save himself, how could the latter abandon his brother?

But obviously, the broom under bill was much slower than the terrible speed of the devil. Even if he keeps his speed limit, it's hard to catch up.

"Bang!"

I just heard the guy's foot, stepped directly on the dizzy fire dragon norbeta, and then burst out a terrible speed.

Suddenly, Charlie only felt a flower in front of him, and then saw a pair of thick black feet in front of him.

"Sin... Death!"

"Boom -"

The other party swung his fist heavily, and a piece of gravel dust splashed in a moment, making people unable to see what kind of damage the heavy fist had done to Charlie.

No, if that fist goes down, I'm afraid Charlie will die next to it or touch it?

But at that moment, Charlie just felt himself being held back and lifted up, followed by him and flew directly into the air.

"Marca?"

"Yes."

Yes, Marca arrived in time!

But for some of the Charlie's questions, Marca didn't have extra thoughts to answer for him. Because his attention now has all fallen on the black "devil".

"Is this... The so-called 'devil'?"

That incomparably striking dress, coupled with incomparably strong physical quality, all reveal the unprecedented terrible power. As soon as she thought that she had noticed the magic wave that was likely to represent the success of the demon call, Maka felt that she should have guessed right.

Yes, this is the so-called "devil"!

Just now, Marca, who had just arrived here, caught the scene of the devil attacking Charlie. After reacting very quickly, he quickly turned on the "quickness" ability to save people.

But even at his speed, he just managed to save Charlie. As long as he was a little slower, Charlie's head was probably blasted by the other party's punch.

Strong! That's really strong! Even more amazing than Haier Bo's own power.

"Charlie, can you go? If you can, get out of here at once -"

Marca fell back to the ground a little, and then put Charlie back on the ground. Until then, bill, riding a broomstick, had just flown around.

"Marca, that guy... What the hell is it?"

"I also want to know!"

Maka didn't look back. His eyes remained on the black figure in the smoke, with a dignified expression.

"Bill, take Charlie - go outside and warn all those who want to come here that no one can get close, speed up the evacuation and leave London as soon as possible."

After that, Maka didn't give any more advice, but raised her legs and took the initiative to move forward.

Up to now, he can only rejoice that he had decided decisively to inform everyone to carry out the evacuation immediately, and Delphi obviously left with the people of San mungo.

"OK... Oh, Marca, aberforth should still be here, but I don't know -"