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

What will they look like?

Maca wasn't sure of that, but he could always understand one thing from Old Victor's astonished gaze—Muggles could see something!

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

It was a Dementor, and it was a different one. Its black cloak was flowing and full like a light veil, its eyes glowed blood-red, and it flew much faster than a normal Dementor.

What's more, its palms are still flesh and blood, not the wizened and almost dead of ordinary Dementors.

And Maca actually discovered that the "Dementor" can be said to be a majestic magic fluctuation, and there is actually a regular characteristic that originates from wizards.

Fluctuations like this kind of mana have only been seen in two non-humanoid creatures: one of them is a wizard in the state of Animagus; On the other hand, it is a wizard like Miriam who has been transformed by bloodline and transformed into a magical being.

As she watched the extraordinary "Dementor" hover around a tall building for a moment, Maca easily thought of the one culprit, the dastardly Helbo.

Not to mention who else can master this level of bloodline transformation technology other than the dead old Eun, judging from the creature "Dementor", Helbo, as the maker, is mostly inextricably involved.

"Can you all see 'it'?"

Maca casually asked Victor and his son beside him, and he was ready to take out his staff at any time. As soon as the specially-shaped Dementor stopped hovering like that, but moved slightly, he would strike immediately.

Because he knew that even if the barrier between the wizarding world and the Muggle world would be broken down one day, it should not be now.

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

"Absolutely! Are you short-sighted? Even in his stunned hesitation, old Victor spoke in such a hurried tone.

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

"Oh...... So, what is that? Can't you see it? That gray, semi-translucent, shadow? He said with a shudder, "I can feel a chill from so far away...... Hey, you really can't see? Don't scare me! ”

"Naturally, I saw ...... 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, and I'll go over there and have a look."

"Hey!"

As soon as he finished saying this, before he could take a step forward, he was grabbed by the other party's arm.

"What else did you do? Who knows if it's a ghost or an alien...... I watch all kinds of messy events on TV, and most of the curious ones will be unlucky, so don't go and join in the fun! ”

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

The "Scotland Yard" in Maca's mouth is actually another name for the Metropolitan Police Department in London. But because of this, he muttered a little in his heart...... Since this incident came from a downtown area, there were many Muggle witnesses, so the follow-up handling would be much more troublesome.

Of course, this time it was far less obvious than the big scene of "wizards and large magical creatures gathering in Haifa City" in the last time.

After gently pulling her arm back from her opponent's hand, Maca quickly ran forward. It's just that before leaving, he also left a small "mark" for the father and son, after all, he plans to ask a few more words after that!

However, he didn't expect that after running not far away, little Victor actually caught up again. If this guy could be a few steps too late, he'd have a chance to flash into the nearby woods and cast a spell on himself.

"What's wrong?"

Maca looked at the slightly panting uncle beside her, and began to think about whether to give him a magic spell like a confusion charm.

Merely......

"Daddy...... I have to follow you, saying that I want to accompany you to have a good look or something......" he also said with a puzzled expression, "Seriously, I don't understand what he wants me to see...... See how that translucent monster killed me? If he hadn't forced me to ......"

"Huh?"

Hearing him say this, Maca suddenly felt a little strange - why did old Victor say that? Could it be that weird drunken old man...... Actually, it's also a slightly special squib or something?

It's a pity that Maca didn't sense any signs of magical activity from the other party's body. It stands to reason that even the magic of a squib has a certain amount of activity—even if that activity can be said to be extremely weak.

And the old Victor ...... And even if it was, it wasn't at least a squib of the ordinary type.

"If that's the case, then follow along!" Maca thought for a moment and said, "But if you just run like this, I don't think you'll be able to keep up......"

I don't know what he thought of again, in short, he seems to be willing to bring this real "burden".

"Remember, what you see next, you're probably going to forget it later. So...... If you can enjoy the thrill, take a closer look! ”

With that, she saw Maca drag her into the woods beside the road. In a short time, two figures that almost no one could see burst out of the forest, and then flew high into the distance.

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

……

"Roar—"

Ordinary Dementors don't make any noise, let alone this incomparably penetrating roar. However, this particular Dementor would.

Beneath this tall building, there was already chaos among the Muggles on the streets. Even though the translucent monster hadn't done anything to hurt anyone, some of the people in the crowd had already fled.

As for the rest of the part, most of them gathered around and looked up one after another.

For a moment, there were some people shouting, screaming, and whispering at this crossroads, and there was no shortage of people who even pointed to the monster in mid-air and laughed and laughed.

When Makati slipped into the vicinity with little Victor, who was pale-faced, there was already a mess underneath.

Landing on the roof of an inconspicuous office building, he lifted the levitation spell that had been applied to little Victor, and saw the other party collapse with trembling legs.

"This ...... What the hell is going on? Fly? Did it just fly? Will I fly? Little Victor propped up the cement slab under him and said loudly, "Is this world crazy, or am I crazy?" ”

Standing on the edge of the roof, Maca looked at the Dementor on the other side and said without looking back:

"You're going to think the world is crazy!"

He was just watching, and he didn't directly take action to get rid of the Dementor.

Because he knew very well in his heart that Helbo was most likely around here. If you don't dig up this source, it will not only make little sense to deal with that Dementor, but it will also add danger to yourself.

Helbo is no ordinary character, and his previous failures have taught him enough lessons.

However, at this time, Maca is not just waiting and watching. In this situation, he actually continued to talk to little Victor, which is a little puzzling.

Just listen to him say to this Muggle behind him:

"Actually, I can explain it briefly for you...... For example, my identity is actually a 'wizard', and I am able to use all kinds of strange 'magic'. Hovering around the tall building on the opposite side was a dangerous creature of dark magic. ”

"Wizard? Magic? When little Victor heard this, he was so surprised that he forgot to be afraid, "Do you mean, the kind of 'magic' in those mythical stories?" ”

"Part of it is more similar!" Maca shrugged, her gaze still wandering back and forth nearby.

"Oh...... Ha! Magic? ”

Maybe everything was so bizarre that little Victor couldn't help but laugh strangely, but there was no smile in it.

"Hmm...... To tell you the truth, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't flown it just now......" He struggled for a moment before he asked tentatively, "then...... Are there many 'wizards' like you? Why do I live so big and never see it? I didn't even report it in the newspapers or on TV......"

Maca then shook her head and said:

"If I have to say it, there are still some traces in those news media - for example, if you see an inexplicable incident on it, it may have something to do with 'wizards.'"

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 are clearly registered in the whole of Britain seems to have risen to 5,000 recently, but if you count the black households...... Maybe more than 10,000, right? ”

"That's a lot—" Little Victor thought it was a lot, but quickly shook his head again, "Uh, okay...... Is this too much or too little? ”

"That's a lot," said Maca, "and as far as I know, if you go back ten years, that number will be more than half...... Going further on, it's even less. ”

I don't know why, but at this time he was still talking about the increase and decrease in the population of the wizarding world in the same Muggle. Although, at the same time, his search for Helbo actually did not fall behind.

"And this so-called 'monster' you see now is from the hands of one of the 'most dangerous black households'."

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