"Aberforth, it's all right, come on in!"

Hearing Kingsley's shouts coming from the door of the Leaky Cauldron, Aberforth did not hesitate, and retreated to them.

Just now, the madman who was blown down by his explosive curse was hit by another stone, and although the opponent still forced himself to roll and dodge while falling to the ground, he still broke an arm. Now, the guy finally knows to retreat.

However, while one mad wizard retired, more ordinary dark wizards were drawn to the sound of battle. No matter how good Aberforth was, he knew that he could not 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 lifting, he twisted his shoulders and said casually to Kingsley:

"It seems that that bastard, if he is really crazy, can only be said to be 'crazy to a limited extent'...... A real madman will not choose to retreat because he has a broken arm. ”

But beside Aberforth, Kingsley shook his head.

"No," he said, "when I led people out to fight them, I met a madman who was similar to the one just now...... Do you know? Even if we blew off an entire leg together, that guy still crawled towards us with his hands on the ground! ”

Speaking of this, Kingsley couldn't help but say cautiously:

"So I think there may be other reasons why the madman out there suddenly retreated...... You see, there are a lot of dark wizards out there now, but none of them are as strong as him. So I think someone might be summoning the leading past in a way we don't perceive! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"You mean...... Helbo? ”

"Hmph," Aberforth frowned and snorted, "who else but the old immortal?" ”

Even though he hardly leaves the Pig's Head Bar on weekdays, he obviously knows a lot of information and information. Not to mention, at least it may not be much worse than Kingsley and Sirius.

And this is all because he not only has Lupin's daily delivery of information ciphers, but he himself has accumulated a lot of information sources for selection and reference over the years.

You must know that in the early years of the Order of the Phoenix, Aberforth would often help his brother Albus collect all kinds of open or dark gossip.

After a while, the three of them, who had finally met in the bar, had casually talked a few words about Helbo, but they put aside the inconspicuous speculation for the time being.

And when Sirius heard this, he suddenly turned to say:

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

Aberforth had never been willing to get involved in actual struggles, and he had always kept a pretty low profile unless the Dark Wizard had come to his pig's head bar to make trouble.

In the end, this is also because he never really wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix and work hard to contribute to a common goal.

What drove him to join the Order of the Phoenix was just the last wish of his sister Ariana before her death.

Truth be told, Aberforth, though he had a good heart, was only a much more selfish man than his brother Albus, and he didn't have any great ambition or dedication.

"It's just that Lupin insisted that I come over and give you a hand," he said with a casual wave of his hand, "I can say it first, I won't be involved in anything from now on—I don't know how many years I have to live, and I wish I could die in my bar rather than die outside!" ”

"Oh," Sirius grinned as he looked at his muscular body, "why do I think that if we die, we must die first?" ”

"Alright," Kingsley said hurriedly as he listened to the two of them get further and further away from the topic, "Anyway, I think that guy's retreat is suspicious, and it is better to send a few people to secretly chase after him to see what is going on...... What do you think? ”

……

The situation in the Diagon Alley defence was not good, but fortunately, it was not yet a microcosm of the entire London metropolitan area. After all, there were more and more dark wizards there, just because they were all attracted by the streak of battles.

In fact, at the moment, the fighting in the city of London is constantly decreasing because of the agglomeration effect on the side of the Leaky Cauldron.

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

But, of course, the premise is that nothing much will change in the next few years.

At this moment, Maca was in the hall downstairs of St. Mungo, waiting for the relevant information after being comprehensively screened by the Black Old Mansion.

Whenever he spotted someone hanging outside, he had to check if it was his own, and then decide whether to lift St. Mungo's lockdown and let them in.

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

“…… So, I decided to go back and go back to the wizarding world in the United States, where the Muggle film industry is more developed, and I can definitely learn a lot from the Yankees this time! Hey, by the way, McLean...... Speaking of American movies, you know what? In the second half of next year, China and the United States will co-produce a movie, I heard what it is called "Summer Feelings"......"

Listening to Lockhart's chatter there, although Maca didn't say anything, she was a little annoyed in her heart.

However, he didn't expect that this guy would really like Muggle filming and acting activities now, and sometimes he would rather go to a Muggle theater to eat fast food than hang out in it for a few days.

To be able to do what you like in a life like this, to be honest, Maca is quite envious.

"Alright, well, if you really like acting with Muggles so much, then don't waste your time chatting with me. With this kung fu, you might as well find some scripts to memorize your lines, isn't it much more meaningful than showing off in front of me? ”

After pushing Lockhart aside, he gained some quiet, and sat down on the bench at the door of the hall to ponder the questions.

But at this moment, two figures suddenly walked down from the upper floor, bypassing the refugees who were sleeping on the floor in the hall, and came to Maca's side.

"Maka, aren't you going up and resting? What can you tell us, and we can both keep an eye on it for you here—"

"Oh, it's you?"

Marka looked up slightly, smiling at Neville and Hannah in front of her.

"It's okay, it's so late, go to sleep!" He said, "I'm still waiting for someone here, so I have to do it myself." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the wall beside him - since St. Mungo's windows couldn't see what was going on outside, he couldn't really leave it to anyone else.

"Ah...... Is it? Neville nodded abruptly, "Okay then...... But we really can't sleep before we come down, you know, I guess a lot of people won't be able to get a good night's sleep tonight. ”

As they spoke, Neville and Hannah both subconsciously glanced down the hall. 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 most of them are indeed unable to sleep.

"Then sit down for a while!" Maca shrugged, "But I have to say, you'd better get some rest for a while...... Well, including myself. So far, I've said it bluntly - not tonight or tomorrow, anyway, the fight starts today, and I'm afraid that the rest of the day will not be peaceful. ”

"Really...... Is it so serious? ”

Hannah whispered a question beside Neville, looking a little uneasy. Seeing this, Neville hurriedly reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, gently comforting her.

And when Maca heard her ask, she could only smile again, and then turned to say:

"Don't worry, I'll figure it out."

"If you need it, we're here to help!" "Ever since I was a child, my grandmother wanted me to live as fearlessly as my mom and dad did...... I may not have been able to do this in the past, but now I think I'm ready. ”

"I'll help too," Hannah immediately followed, "I've been learning how to be a therapist this school year, and I believe I can do a bit of a job for everyone." ”

"Oh, that's wonderful," Maca bowed slightly, but sighed slightly, and then he continued, "but don't you really think about taking your family with you to the Burrow, or somewhere else?" ”

In fact, as early as after coming to St. Mungo, Maca also went to Neville's ward. Unexpectedly, Neville's desire to stay was even stronger than Hermione's.

Perhaps this is indeed what Neville said, because his family and the will of his family have been passed on to himself.

But in fact, after talking to Neville and Hannah today, Neville also came to find Maca alone afterwards.

Obviously, although he wanted to stay, he didn't want Hannah to stay with him in this dangerous place.

He and his father were always two different people. His parents would have thrown themselves into a dangerous rebellion against Voldemort, but he didn't seem willing to follow his parents' example.

It has to be said that when almost all of Hermione and the others wanted to stay, Maca really didn't know whether to agree to Neville's request and only send Hannah out of London.

After all, he wasn't qualified to make decisions for Hannah anyway.

Watching Neville and Hannah sit down across from each other, leaning together affectionately, he couldn't help but sigh to himself that human emotions are sometimes really complicated and difficult.

At this moment, I saw Macara tilting her head, as if she suddenly felt something.