Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1204: Suspicious retreat

"Aberforth, it's okay, come in quickly!"

Aberforth didn't hesitate when he heard Kingsley's cry from the door of the Broken Cauldron Bar, and Yiyan stepped back towards them.

Just now, the lunatic who was blown down by his explosive curse suffered another stone smash. Although the opponent still rolled and avoided forcibly when he fell to the ground, he was still broken by a broken arm. . Right now, that guy finally knew he was going to retreat.

However, although a mad wizard retired, more ordinary dark wizards were attracted by the sound of fighting. Aberforth, no matter how good at fighting, knew that he couldn't fight so many people on his own.

After retreating into the door of the bar, watching the magic barrier rise again after a short period of time, he twisted his shoulder and spoke to Kingsley and the others casually:

"It seems that even if that **** is really crazy, he can only be said to be ‘limited madness’... A true lunatic will not choose to avoid just because of a broken arm."

But beside Aberforth, Kingsley shook his head.

"No," he said, "When I took people outside to fight with them, I also met a madman who was similar to the one just now... You know? Even if we blow up a whole leg together , That guy is still crawling towards us with his hands on the ground frantically!"

Speaking of this, Kingsley couldn't help but look cautiously and honestly:

"So let me see, the reason why the madman outside suddenly retreats may be due to other reasons... You see, there are so many black wizards outside, but none of them have the same fighting ability as him. It’s thickened. So I think someone may be convening the lead in a way we can’t notice!"

Sirius raised his brows before he finished speaking.

"You mean...Hailbo?"

"Huh," Aberforth frowned and snorted, "Who else can be besides the old immortal?"

Even if he hardly leaves the pig's head bar on weekdays, he obviously has a lot of information and intelligence. If you don't know it well, at least it may not be much worse than Kingsley and Sirius.

And this is because he not only has the ciphertext of the information that Lupin sends daily, but he himself has accumulated many sources of information for selection and reference over the years.

Be aware that in the early days of the Order of the Phoenix, Aberforth would often pass by and help his brother Albus collect all kinds of gossip, both overt and under.

Not long after the three people who finally met in this bar talked casually about Helbo, they put aside these clueless guesses for the time being.

And I heard Sirius suddenly turn to say:

"Aberforth, why did you come here? Did you finally figure it out today and decide to come and help?"

Aberforth has never been willing to participate in actual struggles, unless the dark wizard ran into his pig's head bar to make trouble, otherwise he has always been quite low-key.

In the final analysis, this is also because he has never really thought about joining the Order of the Phoenix and working hard for a common goal.

It was only his sister Ariana's last wish that drove him to join the Order of the Phoenix.

To be honest, although Aberfors had a good heart, he was just a much more selfish man than his brother Albus from beginning to end. He didn't have any great ambitions and dedication.

"It's just that Lupin insists that I come over and give you a hand," he casually waved his hand and said, "I can say it first. From this time on, no matter what happens, I won't come to mix up— —I don’t know how many years I can live. Instead of dying outside, I hope I can die in my broken bar!"

"Oh," Sirius looked at his extremely sturdy body and couldn't help grinning, "How come I feel that we must die first if we die?"

"Okay," Kingsley hurriedly said as they pulled the topic further and further, "Anyway, I think that guy's retreat is suspicious. It's better to send a few people behind to see the situation. Ok...what do you think?"

……

Although the situation of the Diagon Alley Line of Defense is not good, but fortunately, it cannot be said to be the epitome of the entire city of London. After all, there are more and more dark wizards there, just because they are all attracted by a series of battles.

In fact, fighting everywhere in London at this moment is steadily declining due to the gathering effect on the Broken Cauldron Bar.

So it can even be said that the current chaos in London is faintly calming down and improving.

But, of course, the premise is that there won't be any major changes in the next time.

At this moment, Maca is in the hall downstairs in St Mungo, waiting for information about the situation after the comprehensive screening of the Black House.

As long as he finds someone dangling outside, he will have to check if he is his own, and then decide whether to lift Saint Mungo's lock and let people in.

But it is worth mentioning that although it is late at night, he is not lonely.

"...So, I decided to go back and take a trip to the magic world in the United States. The Muggle film and television industry over there is more developed. I will definitely still learn a lot from the Yankees this time! Hey, yes. Now, McLean... Speaking of American movies, do you know? In the second half of next year, China and the United States will co-produce a movie. I heard that it is called "Summer Love"..."

Listening to Lockhart's whispering in his ear, although Maca didn't say anything, he was a little annoyed in his heart.

But he didn't expect that this guy really likes the Muggle filming performances now, and sometimes he would rather go to the Muggle theater to eat fast food and hang around for a few days.

A life like this that can do what I like, really, Maca is quite envious.

"Okay, okay, if you really like acting with Muggles so much, then don’t waste time chatting with me. With this effort, you might as well find some scripts to recite the lines. Isn’t this more meaningful than showing off in front of me?"

After he drove Lockhart aside, he got a little quiet, and sat down on the bench at the entrance of the hall and continued to ponder those questions.

But at this moment, two figures came down gently upstairs, bypassing the asylum seekers sleeping on the floor in the hall, and came to Maca's side.

"Maca, won't you go up and have a rest? What can you tell us, we can stare here for you--"

"Oh, are you guys?"

Marcallo raised his head slightly, and smiled at Neville and Hannah before him.

"It's okay, it's so late, go to bed!" He said, "I'm still waiting for someone here. I can only do this by myself."

As he said, he pointed to the wall next to him—since St. Mungo’s window couldn't see the real situation outside, it really couldn't be left to anyone else.

"Ah...really?" Neville nodded suddenly, "Okay...but we really couldn't sleep until we got down. You know, I guess many people won't get a good night's sleep tonight. Up."

While talking, Neville and Hannah both glanced into the hall subconsciously. It can be seen that many people in the waiting hall where the lights have long been turned off turn over from time to time, and it is indeed difficult for most of them to sleep.

"Then sit down for a while!" Maca shrugged, "But I have to say, you better have to rest as much as possible for a while... Well, including myself. Even now, I've said it bluntly-- Don’t talk about tonight or tomorrow, anyway, starting from today, I’m afraid there will be restlessness during this period."

"Really...is this serious?"

Hannah asked in a low voice beside Neville, seemingly uneasy. Upon seeing this, Neville hurriedly reached out and put his arms around her shoulders, gently comforting her.

And when Maca listened to her question, she could only squeeze a smile again, and then she turned to say:

"Don't worry, I will find a way."

"If there is a need, we can help!" Neville said, "My grandma has always hoped that I can live fearlessly like Mom and Dad since I was a child... I may not be able to do it in the past. This, but now I think I am ready."

"I will help too," Hannah immediately followed, "I have been learning how to be a therapist this school year. I believe I can also provide you with strength."

"Oh, that's great," Maca nodded slightly, but sighed slightly in his heart, and listened to him immediately, "But you really don't consider taking your family to the burrow, or Is it somewhere else to avoid it?"

Actually, after arriving at St Mungo, Maca had also been to the ward on Neville's side. But I never thought that Neville's willingness to stay was even stronger than Hermione and the others.

Perhaps this is indeed what Neville said, because the inheritance of his family and the will of his family has gradually continued to his own body.

Actually, after talking with Neville and Hannah today, Neville even came to find Maca afterwards.

Obviously ~IndoMTL.com~ Although he wants to stay, he doesn't want Hannah to stay with him in this dangerous place.

He and his father are always two different people. Back then, his parents would both devote themselves to the task of perilous resistance in order to oppose Voldemort, but he seemed unwilling to follow his parents.

I have to say that with almost all of Hermione and the others hoping to stay, Maca really didn't know whether he should agree to Neville's request and only send Hannah away from London.

After all, he didn't have the qualifications to make decisions for Hannah anyway.

Looking at Neville and Hannah sitting down across from each other and leaning together affectionately, he couldn't help but sigh secretly that the emotions between people are sometimes really complicated and embarrassing.

At this moment, when he saw Macalho turned his head, he seemed to feel something suddenly.

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