Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 641: Fate intertwined

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When Scrimgeour was a guest at the Prime Minister's Office, he wanted to vaccinate the Muggle Prime Minister against the entry of a large number of wizards caused by the tournament in the second half of the year in order to prepare for it. Just 4.5 miles east of the Prime Minister's Office, a terrible explosion scared everyone along the River Thame.

Yes, even Maca, who happened to be walking along the Thame to the next Muggle family, was startled by the loud noise.

It's all about the period when the Death Eaters were captured before they bowed their heads. Explosions and other things are just commonplace, but what's going on now? Looking at the fire and smoke that lit up in the distance, you know that the scale of the explosion is really not a trivial matter!

Standing in place, Maca just thought for a while, and immediately set himself a phantom spell to hide his figure, and then went straight to the scene of the incident.

Judging from the location, the place where the billowing smoke is located is Canary Wharf in the middle of the River Thame. And when Maca got closer, he immediately heard a scream of screams and screams mixed together, which came into his ears far away.

"Is that... a shopping center?"

Just at the entrance of Churchill Square Shopping Center, a few pieces of wreckage that had long been invisible were scattered around the square, leaving a black scorch mark on the badly damaged ground.

And nearby, the panicked Muggle crowd desperately squeezed out, exclaiming and screaming endlessly.

However, those who can run are actually lucky.

Because the source of the explosion was so close to the gate of the shopping mall, not only the inside and outside of the door were full of broken bricks and stones, but even the windows on the second and third floors were shattered. Up. On the ground there, people lying and groaning can be seen almost everywhere, and some of them are directly motionless, not knowing whether they are dead or alive.

Bloodstains, dust, smoke, and ruined walls are devastated at first glance, which is like a picture of **** on earth.

Maca just settled on the top of the surrounding buildings, and when he saw that the scene was so miserable, he suddenly hesitated.

He didn't feel any traces of magic power here-logically speaking, if this was caused by magic, the magic fluctuations left over from the explosion must be quite obvious. It can be seen that this explosion should not be caused by a wizard, but a pure Muggle incident.

As far as the magical world's response to emergencies in the Muggle world is concerned, he shouldn't intervene now. Whether it's kindly saving people or taking advantage of the fire, it is not allowed. Of course, even if he doesn't care about the constraints of the Ministry of Magic, he understands to some extent that if an event of this magnitude chooses to intervene, the final finishing work is not easy.

"Huh?"

He was hesitating, and suddenly his brows frowned slightly, and those deep eyes were cast directly behind the black wreck near the center of the explosion. There, he faintly sensed a trace of extremely slight magical power fluctuations.

Yes, it seems... there doesn't seem to be a trace of magic here!

If this is actually related to wizards, then he doesn't need to worry so much. Maca just froze for a moment, and immediately flew down there quickly.

When Maca crossed the unrecognizable black wreckage, and gently landed not far away, a group of corpses that had been blown up indistinctly like the wreck crouched on their backs, facing the exploded Curled up on the ground in the opposite direction.

The traces on the ground can be seen. There should have been some obstacles to resist injury behind the corpse, but it was completely destroyed in the previous violent explosion, leaving only a small patch on the ground. Solitary gray.

"This—"

Maca took a closer look and couldn't help frowning even more tightly. Not only that, when he saw the scene on the ground clearly, he also spit out a **** very rarely.

With only a wave of his hand, he left a curse that interfered with vision in this small area, and he walked two steps quickly to the corpse. This person must be unsaved, even a wizard who claims to be able to heal any trauma quickly, it is impossible to save a dead person to life.

But what Macca cares about right now is another life hidden in this person's arms.

The body of this corpse has long been mutilated by the bombing, and a large amount of dark red blood has even soaked the ground, let alone the miserable condition on its body. But Maca didn't care that the dripping flesh and blood stained his robes and hands, and quickly pulled away the corpse.

This is a little boy who is in his early ten years at most, covered in dust and blood. Maca gave him a quick check, and there was nothing missing from head to toe.

"Is it true?"

The child is still in a deep coma, and there is a slight fluctuation of magical power in his body, which seems to be a faint due to mental overdraft. But on his body, there were no scars, even the exposed arms and ankles were intact. As for the blood, it was all brought to him by the corpse that protected him.

I have to say, this is really an unspeakable coincidence.

Maca himself was in the magic runaway in a car accident. It was not until Dumbledore told him that he was able to learn the truth of the year; and this child also got Hema in an explosion. Cards are almost the same.

It was also a vicious accident, it was also without my knowledge, and it was even...

Maca casually cast a medical spell to check his physical condition. The object was the corpse that he had pushed away—this was indeed a woman.

"...Lucky and unfortunate, sometimes can be the same thing, can't they?"

The so-called misfortune, it is naturally the death of the mother; and the so-called luck, it is also his own survival. Life is precious. Put more compassion on people who are still alive-this is Dumbledore's life perception.

After putting the unharmed boy back into his mother's arms silently, Maca who recovered the scene remained invisible and stayed away from this place. In order to prevent the Muggle police from seeing the abnormality, he also specially adjusted the posture of the child's mother to fully protect the boy in his arms.

There are still unreasonable places, but let the so-called "miracle" explain it!

He stood in the distance and looked over there, the sirens sounded in his ears, but he did not leave the place immediately.

This is undoubtedly a disaster in the Muggle world, and the dark wreckage at the center of the explosion looks a bit like the chassis of some kind of large vehicle. Maca could not help but guess that this might be a man-made car bomb incident1.

However, in this typical Muggle disaster, a small bud of the magic world has been mixed into it, which means, inevitably, Maca feels touched.

As for the truth of this incident...

"In the future...should I tell this boy this meaningless fact?"

When I heard Dumbledore tell the truth in person, Macca only took care of her feelings complicated, but didn't have more leisure time to think about Dumbledore's feelings. Now it was his turn to finally realize that unspeakable hesitation.

People often understand that it takes courage to experience misery; but they usually don't know it. Sometimes, in terms of telling misery, it also requires real courage.

Not long after, the police and ambulance rushed to the scene, hurriedly pulled up the isolation belt, and took the time to rescue the wounded who were seriously injured but had time to save their lives. For a time, here was plunged into another chaos mixed with order.

Just as Maca was standing under the shade of the trees across the square, looking at the chaos on the other side in contemplation, he found a more obvious wave of magic power entering his sensing range from behind.

After he looked back, the source of that magical fluctuation was still an acquaintance.

"Isn't this Minister Minister?" Maca raised his eyebrows lightly, "Why is he here...oh? Ah!"

It is Mr. Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic, who appears in the shadow of a building not far away right now. But he is not alone today, but a Muggle man with white hair and glasses beside him.

Although the man in suit and shoes looks very grand, even ignoring his pale hair, it is hard to see that he is actually very old. But it was a Muggle after all-when Maca sensed the fluctuation of magic power for the first time, the old gentleman who seemed a little familiar was not in it.

Maca thought about it and walked over.

"Mr. Scrimgeour?" Maca, who appeared on the side, greeted Mr. Minister casually, but gave the old gentleman a jump on his shoulder.

"It's Mr. McLean?" Scrimgeour saw Maca~IndoMTL.com~ There was a hard smile on his face, although it would be better not to laugh, "You were around here when the explosion happened. Did you find anything?"

As expected, he was the wizard who climbed up from the head of the Auror office. He habitually wanted to inquire about the case when he saw a case happen.

"Yeah! I was walking along the river Thame just now—some small jobs in school," Maca explained a little bit, "...I followed the flames as soon as I heard the explosion. You see, that was probably the wreckage of a car's chassis. I think it should be a premeditated bombing...Of course, it's from the Muggle side."

"It must be the **** ‘ira2’ again..." The old man on the side whispered. He probably thought his voice was soft enough, but Maca and Scrimgeour heard them all.

Of course, whatever they heard, they didn't care about the dispute between Muggles and Muggles.

"Oh, is this the current Muggle Prime Minister?" Maca suddenly realized, "This is a rare and important person—the Prime Minister, I am glad to meet you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to him.