Big Ben is still the same Big Ben, from the horse's hooves of the past to the whistle of the car now, it has been quietly aware of the passage of time on the banks of the Thames.

And the square not far from it is still an inconspicuous square. Except for the "Capitol Square Garden", which stands out as a "Capitol Square Garden", it is only a broken lawn with nothing on the side, and even several patches of gray-brown dirt have been exposed at the edges.

I have to say that as a square located on a traffic artery, there are still a lot of vehicles and pedestrians coming and going here. But it is clear that the citizens who pass by here are not even interested in seeing it once in their lives.

Yes, let alone at this foggy, dangerous dawn.

So since Helmpo disappeared from here with his pathetic gang of "apprentices", the square has finally fallen into complete silence, as if it had not even bothered to hear the distant sounds of fighting around it.

However, no one paid attention to this small square...... Or, rather, no one dared to come and approach this little square at dawn at this moment; As the first rays of the sun in the east struggled through the gray fog, dimly illuminating the nightmarish city......

Suddenly, the barren center of the square was distorted.

And the next moment, silently, the twist expanded in an instant, and immediately covered most of the lawn in this small square.

When this distorted space returned to calm, there were already more than twenty figures on the grass.

"Sin...... More sin is needed. ”

The whispers that almost came out of hell, gloomy, cold, indifferent, and devoid of any emotion. If Maka had seen this scene, he might have felt more than others.

But unfortunately, there is no one in this vicinity except for the figures in the square in front of them—as for whether these guys can still be called "people", I am afraid it is difficult to say.

And after a few seconds of pause, the figures in the square moved one after another, silently and quickly scattered, and in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared without a trace.

"Humph......"

Suddenly, a cold snort suddenly sounded in the center of the square, which was already empty, and no one knew where it came from.

"A lot of time has been wasted in order to save enough for this group of searchers to be released at one time...... So, hurry up, hurry up...... Let's get the ritual to the final stage! ”

Undoubtedly, it was Helbo's voice, and beneath that seemingly calm whisper was the most unbridled paranoia, conceit, and madness.

"I've really ...... Can't wait. ”

……

"Blake! Sirius Black - Things have changed! ”

Still the biggest battlefield in the city of London at the moment, Sirius is teaming up with several other squads to launch a powerful attack against the waves of mad wizards ahead.

It must be admitted that the advantages that a fire dragon brings to them are undoubtedly huge.

With the fire dragon's resistance to magic, which is almost second only to that of giants, and its unusually agile flight ability, the effect of striking the ground is obviously very good.

Coupled with the fact that those madmen are just crazy, but they don't have the same good intelligence as those black-eyed wizards, the current situation here has suddenly changed from "gradually balancing" to "greatly tilting" towards their side.

Barlow, who had been helping to attack the group of mad wizards by his side, had actually begun to think that this battlefield was about to see the end.

But who knew that at this moment, a shout from the edge of the battlefield immediately aroused the minds of many people - not to mention Sirius, of course, who was being shouted by the name of the Wizard of the Federation's support.

"Mr. Stewart, please take my place here first, and I'll go see what's wrong."

Although this moment must also be a very important point in time, after all, it seems that this battlefield is about to be completely swept and cleaned up, and even a group of "prisoners" have been more or less detained.

Sirius, however, couldn't ignore the wizard behind him at this moment—in fact, he had seen the man stumble to the ground after a few shouts, and seemed to be unable to get back to his feet.

"I see, go ahead! You can rest assured that there is no chance of any more accidents here. ”

"Well, thank you."

After nodding in thanks to Barlow, Sirius turned and ran towards the rear of the battlefield.

"Let me go, let me pass!"

When he came to the edge of the battlefield, there were already a lot of people around the wizard who was running over with a shout, and it seemed that a healer brought by the federation support team was also inside.

When they found out that Sirius was coming, they hurriedly made way for him so that he could get to the wizard as soon as possible.

Even, there are still people in the crowd who are making him go faster.

When Sirius saw this, he had some kind of bad premonition at that time.

Sure enough, I didn't see it clearly when I was far away just now. It wasn't until he saw it up close at this moment that he found that the clothes of this male wizard lying on the ground who was struggling to breathe had actually been soaked in blood, and the original black wizard robe had been dyed a muddy and terrifying dark red!

Next to the apparently badly injured wizard, the healer was examining his injuries.

"How's it going?"

Sirius crouched down on the side, and then immediately asked.

"Not optimistic...... No, it should be said that it is very unoptimistic. The Federation's eminent therapist frowned, "While he's still conscious, he can ask whatever he wants as soon as possible, and after a while, he may fall into a complete coma—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning he wanted to convey was already obvious. If the wizard in front of him passed out with a serious injury, there was a high probability that he would never wake up again.

But even so, the movement of his hand did not stop, and with a wave of his wand, he completely tore the clothes between the opponent's chest and abdomen, revealing an extremely terrible injury.

"Penetrating wounds...... and the Crushing Charm, to be able to persist in coming here, this is already the result of using potions to hold on. ”

As the healer spoke, Sirius only subconsciously glanced at the massive wound and leaned down to the wizard's head.

"Hey, can you still hear me?"

The shout he had just shouted had consumed most of his strength, or perhaps because the potion he had used to force his life was wearing, and the wizard was already out of breath and out of breath.

The short breaths and the increasingly pronounced muscle twitches made him look as if he could take his last breath at any moment.

"Brother, can you hear what I'm saying?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to react, Sirius could only repeat it again. And this time, the other party finally moved his eyes, and a pair of pupils that had been slightly dilated looked at him blankly.

"I ...... It's out of sight...... I—Do I want to ...... He's dead? ”

"No, it won't," Sirius immediately exclaimed, in order to make the other party hear, "I've been seriously injured too!" You should know, I was framed by that damn Peter Pettigrew, and he blew up almost half a street—"

"Don't lie to me, I just wanted to make sure...... I know I'm hurt. When the other party heard this, he couldn't help but say with difficulty, "Forget it." Blake, with the Dementor ...... Regent ...... That's a little faster, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on...... I can't finish talking. ”

When Sirius heard him say this, he knew that it might be even more serious than he had imagined.

In fact, even if Sirius was usually the kind of person who was not interested in others, he still knew the identity of this male wizard.

This is the former ace dark wizard striker of the Spanish Ministry of Magic, and he was just absorbed into the Anti-Dark Arts Office of the International Federation of Wizards a few years ago, and his combat ability and experience in dealing with dark wizards are all quite good.

Not to mention, this one also had a support wizard team with him.

But now, the team was gone, and he himself was on the verge of death—Sirius didn't believe that their team hadn't been in any terrible crisis.

That's right, even if you run into two wizards with black eyes at the same time, then at least half of them should be able to escape, right? But now, the result can be said to be completely destroyed!

"How long can his mental state withstand the Dementoring Technique?" Sirius didn't hesitate any longer, knowing that the situation was urgent, he immediately turned his head to the therapist and asked.

"I'm not sure," the healer shook his head, "but it won't take more than a minute." ”

Sirius, after a slight nod, decisively stretched out his wand against the forehead of the near-mortal striker.

Then, he leaned down again, stared into the other party's loose eyes, and whispered:

"Regent."

The speed of thinking is extremely fast, not a minute, not even thirty seconds. In a short time, he straightened his upper body again, and his eyebrows, which were already tightly wrinkled, tightened.

After he was stunned and digested the other party's memory fragments, he exhaled lightly with an extremely serious face.

"Multi-...... It's too much, how can it be? ”

In the twenty seconds or so just now, what he saw was a slaughter that looked like a hunt.

More than a dozen black-eyed wizards surrounded by an unknown black substance ...... from various alleys, intersections, doors and windows around the street where the team was located Even on the rooftops, they flocked to it from all directions.

In just a few breaths, the spear-sharp black thorn rained down on the squad, pinning all the squad members, including the elite striker who was the last to run, to the pavement.

A penetrating wound in the abdomen is apparently caused by this.