While Maca was having a snack with everyone in St. Mungo's hospital room, Lupin, the main person in charge of the Diagon Alley defense line, was receiving a group of witches and wizards with special identities.

As Maca had guessed before, this group of wizards was indeed from the United States. Moreover, they are also a support team personally led by Barlow Stewart, one of the two principals of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, appointed by the president of the Magical Congress of the United States.

In this team, there are Quidditch players who are good at aerial combat, experienced Dark Wizard strikers, and many current American Aurors, etc.

And if there is anything that these American wizards from all walks of life have in common, it is that they all graduated from the American Ilvermorny.

Yes, it can be said that this large team was actually sent by Ilvermorny for his friendship and support of Hogwarts. As far as the almost homologous origin of the two schools is concerned, no one can gossip about this reason.

"Mr. Stewart, I think I have to say thank you first on behalf of Headmaster McGonagall at Hogwarts. In the midst of this terrible disaster, Ilvermorny was able to stand up to Hogwarts and support us in the English wizarding community. ”

At the long table in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron, Lupin was thanking the headmaster of Ilvermorny across the table. Before that, those wizard volunteers from the United States had already been brought to Kingsley to participate in the battle.

And now, it can be seen that Stewart, who is sitting next to the long table, is an older, emaciated middle-aged man. He wears a rather smart casual suit, a pair of slightly old leather shoes, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

At first glance, he looks more like a vigorous Muggle professor than a wizard.

Hearing Lupin's thanks, Mr. Stewart shook his head at once, and then spoke quickly:

"No, you don't have to thank us – if you want to say thank you, it's actually our side that needs to say 'thank you'. I think if it hadn't been for Mr. McLean's righteous action to cut off the root cause of the crisis of someone's malicious 'captivity' of the silent from the beginning, then we in the American wizarding community would have suffered an unusually great loss for no reason! ”

The things Stewart was talking about were originally just Marca doing in order to deal with Greenwald, but it obviously had other more significant implications on the side of the Magical Congress of the United States.

Well, who let that culprit, that is, Greenwald's old subordinate, himself from Ilvermorny?

"Therefore, this time we are not here to provide any regular humanitarian support, but to repay Mr. McLean for his help."

Speaking of this, Stewart's face, which seemed to have always been serious, suddenly showed a smile, and he nodded at Lupin and said:

"And let's be honest, this fog in London is not necessarily a scourge that belongs only to the British wizarding world. Judging by the misdeeds of the ancient dark wizard Helbo, and the chaos that had previously been caused around the world, if London fell in the event of a fall...... Sooner or later, this crisis will spread to the whole world. ”

"Yes, although we in the United States are separated from your country by a huge North Atlantic, we can't help but think about future developments in advance - this time it's not so much about support, I think it's better to strangle the disaster in the cradle as soon as possible, so as not to threaten the daily security of our American wizarding community after Hayerbo accumulates more strength in the future."

War is equivalent to attrition, and both the victors and the defeated will actually suffer a lot of losses, which no country wants to see.

Lupin couldn't help but nod his head in agreement after hearing Stewart say this.

"Yes," he said, "I don't think that Helbo's eyes could be limited to us in the English wizarding world. If he develops it, I am afraid the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

With that, both of them paused slightly, and then Stewart suddenly turned to say:

"By the way, Mr. Lupin! Actually, I'd like to meet the Mr. McLean, who had been at the private estate of the Silent Men so much last time that he had left so quickly after he had done his job that I was unlucky to miss him when I passed. ”

"Oh, see Maca......" Lupin couldn't help but look a little apologetic at this point, "Actually, we can't find out where he is at any time. So all I can say is that I don't really know where he is...... All I know is that he must be somewhere in the city right now, trying to resolve this crisis. ”

When Stewart heard this, he was immediately a little disappointed - he came over so quickly with people all the way, just to see the young wizard powerhouse who had been very popular recently.

But now, it seems that it is not so easy to see.

"Okay!" After a moment, Stewart suddenly stood up and said to Lupin, "Well, I'll go to Mr. Shackle's side to do my part." ”

It can be seen that the principal of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has no pretensions at all, and he has a completely down-to-earth attitude in doing things.

And...... It seems that he is still a person who puts efficiency first in everything.

For after one last remark, he took a decisive farewell to Lupin, and then turned and went to the door. As for the current situation in the city of London, he had already asked about it as soon as he first arrived, and it took little effort at this time.

After watching the other man leave in a hurry, Lupin glanced over to the bar, where an owl was standing, pecking at the breadcrumbs scattered on the bar.

It was the messenger that Lupin had used to send information to Maca before the group of American wizards came. But what I didn't expect was that this time, even the owl couldn't find where Maca was.

"Well, let's send the facts again...... But those American wizards have also been here, and the content needs to be changed and perfected. ”

With that, he walked quickly back to the bar, picked up his quill and wrote down.

……

“…… No, I'm not hungry. ”

On the other side, Delphi had just rejected the bread that Fred had handed in front of him. And her eyes did not fall on the bread, nor on Fred, nor on Maca, who was at the bedside.

At this moment, everyone didn't know what was wrong with her, only Maca faintly felt - this girl seemed to be making trouble?

"Miss Fisher, if you want me to say, you better have a bite to eat! If I'm not mistaken, you probably haven't eaten all night, right? How is this possible not to be hungry? ”

"Anyway, I'm not hungry," Delphi didn't look at him, but just pursed his lips for a moment before whispering, "and I said I didn't like the last word 'Fisher'...... I'm not a fisherman. ”

"Uh......" Maka shrugged her shoulders when she heard this, "Okay! ”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Fred take back the bread that he had not been able to pass out, and nibble on it himself. Then, I heard him say a little vaguely:

"Don't you have the last name Fisher? So what should we call you? ”

Delphi glanced at Maca, then said deliberately:

"Just call me Mike—"

"Ahem."

Maca quickly coughed dryly, interrupting her inexplicable gamble, but there was still a little more helplessness in her expression. Seriously, this is an extra daughter of this size out of thin air...... It's a really good thing.

And it was clear that although Delphi could not finish speaking, he still attracted the attention of almost everyone present. Hermione, in particular, was wide-eyed at the moment, her face full of complexity.

Naturally, everyone heard that Delphi was supposed to say "McLean". And you must know that it is not necessarily a father and daughter who follow other people's surnames, but in terms of age, they are more likely to be husband and wife.

What's more, in fact, Hermione was very suspicious of her intentions towards Maca, even though Maca may not like her, she probably likes Maca.

Yes, just like Hermione herself.

"I'm kind of scared of you, okay!" Maca waved her hand and said, "Okay, don't make trouble...... In short, you can trust me once and leave the rest to me! ”

This sentence was obviously said to Delphi, although almost nothing was explained, but if Delphi had said it, he would naturally be able to understand the implicit meaning of his words.

However, this is not a matter of trust or distrust on Delphi's side at all, after all, many things are "facts" that have already happened in her memory.

The father of the "then" was indeed so badly injured that he could not turn over under Helbo's hands from beginning to end. In the end, it was so directly and inexplicably evaporated from the world.

However, Delphi also knows Maca very well, and she knows that she will probably not be able to stop the other party at such a time. So after Maca said that, although she was still reluctant, she silently shut her mouth.

Seeing this, Maca tilted her head at Fred and motioned for him to take another piece of bread and hand it over.

"Hey, it's raspberry bread this time, let's have one?"

Delphi blinked, but reached out to take it - after all, Fred didn't have a grudge against her, and she couldn't ignore the kindness of others again and again, right?

Thinking so, she opened her mouth and took a big bite, as if she had mistaken the piece of bread for a maca who always didn't listen to her.