"Click—"

Maca lifted her right foot and tossed aside the carcass of a rat under her feet.

Since entering this neighborhood in a corner of London, this is the third skinny mouse that Maca has trampled to death.

Judging from the size of these three rats, it can be seen that their lives here are also very hard.

I remember that people used to say that if you want to know whether the people in a certain area are rich or not, you can get a general idea by looking at whether the rats there are fat or not.

Feeling the slippery feeling of the wet-furred rat just now, Maca shook her head.

Of course, he didn't have any idea of eliminating the four evils. The reason why they have to step on rats while walking is entirely because the bodies of these three mice all faintly exude some kind of suspicious magic fluctuations.

But to be honest, he was not averse to these methods, because as soon as he came to this street, he released a number of "cute" little spiders as soon as he arrived.

Glancing left and right, Maca continued to pace along the old snow-covered street that had no one to clean, taking in any movement around her.

Speaking of which, the environment in this old neighbourhood is perhaps the worst in London.

You can see that the left and right sides of the street are blackened brick apartments.

It stands to reason that since they were all built four stories high, they should look at least neat.

But in fact, their wooden doors and windows have been slightly inflated and twisted by years of wind and rain.

Now, coupled with the gray-black wall tiles, and some of the walls that have been painted by the householder, but now they are mottled and peeled off, no matter how you look at it, it is far from being "neat".

Now, who would have thought that these houses were once made of clean red bricks?

And it is in this old neighborhood of China that has survived from the early years, that the clues that Maca has been pursuing all the way have finally been completely interrupted. Instead, it was the first of the three rats he trampled to death.

"Is this where Helpo wants to 'invite' me over?"

In fact, he had known for a long time that there was such a small area in London's East End.

In fact, long before he was in Topointe, he knew about this place in the middle of downtown London.

At that time, I heard that this place was still a lot bigger than it had been in the last two years, and there seemed to be more poor people left here - at least not as empty as it is now.

But because London has been cleaning up its slums, the place is shrinking almost every year. It is conceivable that in a few years, it will be completely transformed into a new neighborhood.

However, it is not clear what happened to the poor people who lived here and lived in secret......

Suddenly, Maca paused, then turned around and walked towards an alley on the side of the street that looked even more gloomy.

In the past, as a grey population in the port city of Topoint, he had only heard of this slum neighborhood in London. But now, as a wizard with many intelligence channels, he knows that there are also some low-level guys in the wizarding world who are secretly hiding here.

As soon as you enter this alley, the surroundings suddenly become narrow. The brick walls on either side looked damp and dirty, with black mud stains in the brick joints, and some unknown moss that was darker than the wall tiles clinging silently on them.

Walking down the alley, there was white snow under your feet - it seemed to be much cleaner at all. But when I actually walked, I could feel something at almost every step, and few steps were solid on the ground.

Maca wasn't uncomfortable with this rotten environment, walking as unhurriedly as before, his destination was somewhere behind the corner in front of him.

But suddenly, his pace slammed, and then he lifted his foot and stomped down somewhere covered with snow.

"Click!"

"That's quite a lot, this is the fourth?"

After muttering calmly, he took a step and continued on his way, then turned a corner not far ahead.

This is undoubtedly a dirtier and messier alley than the outside, and the aisle between the walls is noticeably narrower, the kind that can rub a handful of stains with a wave of your hand.

But in the middle of the alley, there was only a back door, and it was a dilapidated metal fence door that even Muggles could see.

Looking through the rusty gray fence, there was nothing but a dimly lit hallway full of scrap bricks.

But Maca ignored what he saw, and opened the unlocked fence door and entered. And just as he was about to crash into the pile of bricks that almost blocked the corridor, he passed through it headlong.

It's not like the wall in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron that connects to Diagon Alley, or it's not a shop window like entering St. Mungo's Hospital for the Injured and Injured.

If I have to say, everything here is true, except for the pile of bricks that are an inconspicuous illusion.

This is set up in this way just to avoid the Aurors' alchemy detection items as much as possible, so that Muggles will not stray into this apartment building.

Passing through the mere pile of bricks, Maca soon saw a staircase going up. I saw that he had no intention of going upstairs at all, but instead went around the stairs and came to the back of it.

"Click-"

With a soft thud, Maca lifted a piece of the floor up, revealing a staircase that descended.

Looking at the darkness below, he knew that Helbo would definitely not be here. It's just that the guy himself may not be there, but some of the other party's subordinates are probably indispensable.

As for the small group of "gray residents" who originally gathered here...... Maca could only hope that Helbo hadn't discovered this poor little place yet.

After a pause, he didn't think much about it, and leaned down to go down the passage.

……

"Click—"

Rest assured, this time it's not a rat.

Maca spotted a door at the end of the pitch-black descendant, and the sound was the sound of him reaching for the doorknob.

And the next moment, when he "squeaked" open the wooden door, the dim light poured out from inside.

"Oh?"

As soon as he stepped inside, he saw more than a dozen pairs of eyes facing him, and the expressions on the faces of the men and women were as different as their gaze.

"You...... Who is it? ”

One of the strong men closest to the door had a sharp gaze, and he stared at Maca's face as if he were about to pluck a piece of flesh from Maca's face.

But Marka didn't pay much attention to the gaze of these people, only to see that he turned around and closed the door first, and then turned to face the others again.

"If I were to say that I was just passing through, you wouldn't believe me," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "all right! Actually, I'm here to see if you're still alive—"

He hadn't finished his words yet, but this sentence alone seemed to have angered the big man in front of him.

At that moment, the other party grabbed him by the collar, and the two of them showed a little hideousness.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Alright," Maca said, patting the strong man's strong arm, "I'm not talking nonsense...... In case you didn't know, a powerful dark wizard had just arrived on this neighborhood. Seriously, I'm surprised that you're still alive......"

"You-" "Wait! ”

The strong man was about to punch Maca in the stomach so that he would stop talking nonsense, but he didn't expect that a deep voice suddenly sounded in the innermost part of this slightly cramped room.

"Coru, let Mr. McLean go!"

"Big brother?"

"I said it, let him go!"

As the words fell, Maca's placket loosened, and he looked sideways into the room.

"Logan," he smiled casually, "I haven't seen you in a long time." ”

At this moment, at the door of the innermost room, a taller and stronger man named "Coru" appeared next to Maca.

"Yes! I thought we'd never see each other again......" I heard the shirtless man walk across the room to Maka, just say hello and then ask, "They...... Are you okay? ”

"Except for the fact that it's not suitable to run around right now, everything else is fine," Maca nodded, "eat well and sleep well, and the one who is the sister is still used to the younger sister...... If you can finally listen to me, maybe you can lift the roof sooner! ”

"Oh, that sounds bad!" The other party laughed and said, "A girl's family has also reached the age of going to school, can't she still be like when she was a child...... Well, then 'naughty'. ”

"Who's to say it isn't?" Maca spread her hands, also a little helpless.

In fact, it can be seen from these conversations that this sturdy man named "Logan" is the man who was determined to give the werewolf group a place in the wizarding world.

It's a pity that in the current situation, although he is obviously working hard, the future is still bleak.

"Speaking of which, what did you just say?" Logan thought for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Has a dark wizard entered this neighborhood above?" Who is it? ”

"Big brother, who the hell is this? Do you believe what he says? Coru on the side finally couldn't hold it anymore, and when he saw Logan ask this, he couldn't help but interrupt.

But Logan immediately glared at him.

Just kidding, Maca was already terrifyingly strong at the beginning, and as soon as she raised her hand, there were big spiders crawling all over the room. Now, just his small dilapidated house, one can be crowded!

To be honest, don't look at the fact that Logan is talking and laughing with Maca now, but he is secretly vigilant all the time in his heart. After all, he never really saw Maca's mind from beginning to end.

"Shut up! Where—"

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