"Ahem, ahem...... Ahem...... ...... vomit"

One day under the night sky, in a quiet alley on the outskirts of London, a series of coughing and retching suddenly sounded.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough cough ......"

Listening to the painful wheezing in that voice, it really made people worry about whether they would cough up their lungs as well.

After a few moments, the coughing stopped, and a figure emerged from the dark alley. Just by looking at the staggering footsteps, you can see that the man's condition is obviously very bad, so that even walking has become extremely difficult for a while.

However, even so, the figure still had no intention of stopping.

The sky was clear tonight, and the moon was shining through the thin clouds, making the streets bright and dark. Only when the moonlight was shining on the road could the silhouette of the man be seen clearly.

But I saw that it seemed to be a person with a dark trench coat wrapped all over his body. On top of his head is a wide-brimmed round hat that hides his face, making it impossible to discern what kind of face is hidden in the shadows under the brim.

"Ahem...... Ahem. ”

Suddenly, the man coughed twice, even though he had deliberately lowered his volume, but it was still unusually clear in this quiet street.

"Is it ...... Over there? ”

I watched the figure leaning against the wall at the mouth of the alley, looking hard from side to side, and then a faint voice came out from under the hat.

Probably coughing too much, the voice was visibly hoarse, and...... It seems to be a little thin.

"Ahem, ......" After a little confirmation of the position, the man immediately shook his head and said to himself, "It seems that I still need to take a break." ”

The man was about to hold on to the wall and continue walking, but he suddenly turned around as if he had noticed something.

It was obvious that it was due to his physical state, and this sudden turn made his feet tremble, and he almost sat down on the side of the street unsteadily.

But compared to the stumbling feet, those arms were surprisingly steady.

The moment he turned around, a slender and delicate wand had already appeared in his right hand, and before he could cast his magic, some kind of strange phantom had already appeared.

The next moment, a slightly obscure green light suddenly closed, like a dark green lightning that quickly pierced the gloom on the street.

There was no doubt that it was a life-requisitioning spell without the slightest hesitation, and it was accompanied by an extremely skilled silent spell technique.

Who would have thought that a person who seemed so weak that he was almost unsustainable, and made people feel that he might fall to the ground at any time, could have such sharp and decisive skills?

Perhaps it was precisely because this life-seeking spell was so unexpected, I saw that the space that the green light was quietly passing by dozens of feet away suddenly distorted, and then another black-robed figure appeared silently.

"Interesting, really funny...... It seems that there are many surprising wizards in this world. The black-robed man said slowly, "Well, I think so—wouldn't it be too boring if there was only one Maca McLean in this era?" ”

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough ......"

He was answered not by words, but by another difficult cough. But at first, although the man coughed incessantly, his hands did not tremble for a minute, and the tip of the staff was as firm as ever.

After a few seconds, the trench-robed wizard who was coughing slowly spoke, revealing a fact that surprised the other party even slightly.

"You're the 'vile Helbo.'"

The voice is still hoarse and almost harsh, making people unbearable to hear.

On the other side, Helbo, who was recognized at once, gently dusted off his robe, and turned his back to the moonlight, and he didn't know what kind of expression he had at the moment.

"You know who I am before I even make a move?" He said in a light tone, "Or are you just here to find me?" ”

"Ahem...... Looking for you? ”

There seemed to be a sense of impatience in his hoarse voice.

"I don't have that time...... At the end of the day, whatever you want to do has nothing to do with my purpose. Stop talking nonsense, or you'll leave on your own, or you'll ...... I'll 'please' you go." ”

When Helbo heard this, his eyes hidden in the shadows suddenly narrowed, and there was a sharp edge in his sight.

"McLean can say that because he's 'arrogant,' and that's it." He said, "And you—do you think you're qualified to speak like that to me?" ”

"Ahem, ahem...... Whew, probably! ”

The trench-clad wizard coughed and wheezed, but his tone remained calm. On the premise of knowing that the other party is the ancient dark wizard Helbo, he can still be so calm, there are not many such wizards in this world.

However, this trench coat wizard is more than just talking!

Without warning, a symbol flashed on his forehead under the brim of his hat. At the same time, a green light flashed out, narrowly brushing Helbo's ear.

At this moment, Helbo didn't even move.

It's not that he doesn't want to dodge, it's a death rule hidden in the Curse, even he doesn't want to bear it head-on. But the reason why he didn't move was entirely because his body stopped at that moment.

Even if it's less than a second, that's enough for a lot to happen in a wizard's duel.

"Hmph, is there another bearer......

Although Helbo was surprised, he still seemed very calm, and he suddenly sneered and said, "That's right, the time is coming, and it should be so." ”

With that, he seemed to think for a moment, and then nodded quickly.

"Okay, then...... I'd like to welcome you to join this fun 'game' as well. We'll meet again if we have the chance......"

Before he could finish speaking, Helbo suddenly disappeared in place.

The trench-robed wizard didn't speak again, just stared coldly at the place where the other had left. After some careful confirmation, he turned around again and continued on his feet in a vague manner.

"Ahem, ahem, I didn't expect to meet 'Despicable Helbo' as soon as I came. I hope this meeting will not have any bad effects......"

“…… I'll be sure to come to your rescue. ”

After taking a few steps, the weak wizard suddenly added in that hoarse voice.

……

Early the next morning, at the gates of Hogwarts.

"Wait for my letter when you get back! Before I said I could come, I stayed at home to loosen the soil and plant flowers—I would send me the new herbalist notes. ”

"Hmm."

When Willy nodded in response with a quiet smile, Maca turned to her father:

"Mr. Blois, I will not say any more thanks for being able to send us so many helpers this time. All I can say is that these are very reliable wizards, and we at Hogwarts are lacking such a group of supporters! ”

Blois immediately bowed slightly, and patted Maca's shoulder by the way.

"If that's not enough, write again!" He said unusually generously, "The Blois family lacks everything, that is, there is no shortage of people and money, haha!" ”

Is this called "lacking everything"—Maca wanted to complain, but in the end he held it back and didn't let out his heart.

"Alright, then we'll go back first," Blois said, waving his hand, "I hope Willy will come to school soon—with you here as a professor, I'd love to send the younger ones to Hogwarts." ”

With that, he reached out and took Willy's arm, and wanted to take his daughter back to Fort Blois. But at this moment, as if remembering something, Maca stretched out her hand and motioned for him to wait a little longer.

"By the way," he said, "if the situation here suddenly becomes very bad, I may send some men over to the Blois Castle, and I am afraid that I will have to ask the gentleman to take care of them." ”

"Oh, of course that's fine!"

After making sure that Maca had nothing more to say, the Blois father and daughter finally disappeared from outside the school gate with a spatial distortion.

"Are you going to send someone?" Professor McGonagall on the side asked, "How many of them are Miss Granger?" ”

"No, how could it be," Maka smiled helplessly, "Actually, I would like to, but do you think they'll go?" And to be honest, now they do have some ability to protect themselves, and they can no longer be treated as children! ”

"It's not them, it's—"

"It's just some 'real' kids," Maca shrugged at Professor McGonagall's confusion, "Didn't I save a bunch of little ones before?" In fact, there are still some who have not found a home...... Anyway, I saved them, but I can't save them once and leave it alone, right? ”

Shaking his head slightly, he stretched and walked out the door.

"Professor McGonagall, I need to go back to St. Mungo...... At the moment, it seems that Helbo will not be moving much, so you and the professors should enjoy the rest of the Christmas holidays! ”

"I think that after a while, this peaceful life will probably come to an end again."

As soon as she said this, Maca's figure flashed and disappeared from McGonagall's sight.

"Isn't it you, this kid, who is so easy to talk about...... Professor McGonagall sighed softly, "isn't it you who worries the most about the storm ahead?" ”

Otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly mentioned that he was going to send those children to Fort Blois, France.

Once McGonagall had closed the Colonel's door and put on the protective charm, she walked in the direction of the castle. But not long after she left, a figure suddenly appeared on the hillside in the distance, looking at the location where Maca had left.

Obviously, the man had been standing on the hillside for quite some time, but even Maca was unaware of his presence. If you take a closer look, it is not difficult to see that it is the mysterious wizard who fought Helbo on the streets of London last night.