Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 908: The magical world in the eyes of Muggles

If wizards can be seen by Muggles, all kinds of magical creatures cannot be seen by Muggles. Then, when the wizards born through bloodline transformation appeared in the eyes of Muggles...

What will they look like?

Maca can't be sure of this, but he can always understand one thing from the surprised eyes of the old Victor-what Muggles can indeed see!

Retracting his gaze from old Victor, he turned his head again and looked into the distance again.

It was a dementor, and it was a dementor with a different appearance. Its black cloak was elegant and complete like a veil, its eyes were blood-red light, and its flying speed was much faster than the usual dementors.

More importantly, its palm is still full of flesh and blood, not as skinny as an ordinary dementor.

And Maca actually discovered that the "Dementor" can be said to be the majestic wave of magical power, and there is actually a regular feature that originated from a wizard.

Like this kind of magical fluctuation, Maca has only been seen on two non-humanoid creatures: one is a wizard in the state of Animagus; the other is just like Miriam. The bloodline is transformed and transformed into a magical wizard.

Looking at that extraordinary "dementor" whirling around a certain tall building for a moment, Maca easily thought of the only culprit candidate-the despicable Helbo.

Let’s not talk about anyone other than the dead old Eun who can master this level of bloodline modification technology, just judging from creatures like "Dementors", Haierbo, who is the creator, is also mostly. Can't get rid of the relationship.

"Can you all see'it'?"

Maca asked Victor and his son next to him casually, while he was ready to take out the staff at any time. As long as that special dementor no longer hovered like that, but moved slightly, then he would shoot immediately.

Because he understands that even if the barrier between the magical world and the Muggle world will be broken again one day, it shouldn't be now.

In particular, it should not be broken in this "bad form".

"Of course it can! Are your eyes short-sighted?" Even though he was hesitant in amazement, the tone of old Victor's speech was still so aggressive.

Behind him, his son Victor Jr. doesn't have the bad temper of his father, but he seems to be far inferior in terms of psychological endurance.

"Oh...what, what is that? Can't you see it? That half-grey, translucent shadow?" His mouth was trembling, "I can feel the chills so far away. ...Hey, are you really invisible? Don't scare me!"

"I saw it naturally too..."

Maca reached out and touched his arm, then gestured in the direction of old Victor.

"I suggest you take your father to hide in the woods first. I'll go there and have a look."

"Hey!"

As soon as he finished saying this, he was grabbed by his arm before he could even move his leg.

"What are you doing in the past? Who knows whether the thing is a ghost or an alien...I watch all kinds of messy events on TV, and most people who are curious will follow it, or don't join in the fun! "

"Don't worry! Scotland Yard is much closer than us—"

The "Scotland Yard" in Maca's mouth is actually another name for the London Police Agency. But because of this, he was somewhat murmured in his heart... Since this incident occurred in a downtown area, there were a lot of Muggle witnesses, so the subsequent processing would become a lot more troublesome.

Of course, this time it's obvious that it's far less visible than the last time when "witches and large magical creatures gather in Haifa".

After gently pulling his arm back from the opponent's hand, Maca ran forward quickly. It's just that when he left, he left a small "mark" to the father and son. After all, he planned to ask a few more questions afterwards!

However, he didn't expect that little Victor would chase him after he ran not far. If this guy can be a few steps late, he will have a chance to flash into the woods next to him and cast himself a phantom spell.

"What's wrong?"

Maca looked at the slightly panting uncle next to him, and was already thinking about whether to give him a confusing spell or something like that.

It's just...

"Father... I have to follow you, saying that I was to accompany you to take a good look..." He also looked suspicious, "Really, I didn't figure out what he wanted What am I looking at...Look at how the translucent monster killed me? If it wasn't for him to force me..."

"Huh?"

Listening to him, Maca suddenly felt a little strange—why did old Victor say that? Could it be that the weird old drunk man... is actually a slightly special dumb gun?

Unfortunately, Maca did not sense any signs of magical activity from the opponent's body. It stands to reason that even the magic of the dumb gun has a certain activity-even if the activity can be said to be extremely weak.

And old Victor... Even if it is, it is at least not a general type of dumb gun.

"If this is the case, then follow it!" Maca thought for a while, "But if you just run like this, I don't think you can keep up..."

I don't know what he thought of again. In short, he seems to be willing to take this "cumbersome" in the true sense.

"Remember, what you see next will probably be forgotten in the future. So... if you can enjoy this excitement, just look at it!"

After that, Maca dragged him into the woods beside the road. Not long after, two figures that almost no one could see suddenly sprang out of the forest, and then flew high into the distance.

In the back garden of Greenwich Park, Old Victor still looked at the gray phantom in the distance, but he didn't notice Maca and his son who were also flying in the air.

……

"Roar--"

Ordinary dementors don't make any noises, let alone such incomparable roars. However, this particular dementor does.

Under this tall building, the Muggles on the street have been in chaos. Even though the translucent monster hadn't made any hurtful actions, some people had already escaped in the crowd.

As for the remaining part, most of them gathered around, looking up and watching.

For a while, this crossroads were whispering, screaming, and whispering. Even the monster pointing in the air was laughing and laughing.

When Makati slipped the pale little Victor to the neighborhood, there was already a mess underneath.

When he landed on the top of an unremarkable office building, he eased the floating curse that had been applied to Victor, and saw that the opponent collapsed with trembling legs.

"This...what the **** is going on? Fly? Did you fly just now? I can fly?" Little Victor kept supporting the cement board underneath him and said loudly, "This world is crazy Or am I crazy?"

Maca, standing on the edge of the building, looked at the dementor on the opposite side, and said without looking back:

"You think this world is crazy!"

He was just watching now, and he didn't directly tackle the dementor.

Because he knew very well in his heart that Haierbo was very likely to be nearby. If you don't dig out the source, simply dealing with that dementor will not only make little sense, it will also add danger to yourself.

Hailbo is not an ordinary character, and his previous failures have taught him enough lessons.

However, at this time, Maca is not just staying on the sidelines. In this situation, he actually continued to talk to little Victor, which is a bit puzzling.

Just listen to him saying to the Muggle behind him:

"Actually, I can explain it briefly for you... For example, my identity is actually a'witch', able to use all kinds of peculiar'magic'. And the one that circulates around the tall building opposite is A dangerous dark magical creature."

"Wizard? Magic?" Little Victor heard the words, and was so surprised that he forgot even scared. "You mean, the kind of ‘magic’ in those fairy tales?"

"Some parts are similar!" Maca shrugged, but his eyes were still hovering around~IndoMTL.com~Oh...ha! magic? "

Perhaps everything was so bizarre that Victor couldn't help but laughed weirdly, but there was no half of it.

"Um... to be honest, if I had just flown just once, I wouldn't believe it..." After he was entangled for a while, he tentatively asked, "That...like you "Wizards", are there many? Why do I live such a big life, I have never seen it? I haven’t even reported anything in the newspapers or on TV..."

Maca then shook his head and said:

"If you have to say, there are still some traces in the news media-for example, if you see an inexplicable event on it, it may be related to the ‘wizard’."

Speaking of this, I saw him spread his hands again.

"As for the number of wizards..." he roughly estimated, "Well, the number of people who have been clearly registered in the UK has recently risen to 5,000 people, but if you count the number of black households...maybe more than 10,000, right? "

"So many—" Little Victor thought that there were a lot of them, but soon he shook his head again, "Uh, okay... should this be more or less?"

"It's already a lot," Maca said. "As far as I know, if you push back ten years, this number will drop by nearly half...and if you go forward, it will be even less."

I don't know why he is, at this time, he is still talking about the population increase and decrease in the magic world at the same Muggle. Although at the same time, his search for Helbo did not actually drop a point.

"The so-called ‘monster’ you see now comes from a certain ‘most dangerous black house’."

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