In the past, there was an extreme argument in the wizarding world that Muggles were hostile to all wizards who could use magic.

Yes, it was a time of great confusion for Muggles and wizards - the witch hunts began in Europe and the United States, starting with the Holy See's plot to further establish the faith through the hands of wizards.

It was a catastrophe, a catastrophe of great scale far beyond what Helbo was currently capable of, comparable to ancient magical warfare.

In that disaster, it was not only the wizards who were persecuted by Muggles at that time who suffered, but also the large number of Muggle people who were confused and misled by the Holy See at that time.

I remember the world-famous Salem Witch Trial in Massachusetts, USA, and it was not only wizards who were sentenced to be hanged, but also some of the so-called "heretics" who opposed the Holy See at that time.

However, Muggles are misguided by papal propaganda, and wizards have a number of pure-blood families disrupting their sights. While some of the ignorant Muggles heeded the papal lure and launched a campaign of prey, the pure-bloods began to speak in clusters almost at the same time, denigrating all Muggles as ignorant villains.

And those pure-blood families are actually just like the Muggle Holy See, only for their own self-interest - they want to trample the "inferior" Muggles under their feet.

But in fact?

Wizards are good and bad, good and evil, Muggles...... Nature is the same. Muggles, who were friendly to wizards, existed at every point in history.

After all, there was no difference in appearance between wizards and Muggles other than magic.

“…… Mr. Wizard, I know, you must be a wizard! Because no ordinary person dares to walk the street so leisurely at this time. So, I'm really just looking for a good guy who can send my granddaughter out of this hellish place...... And at first, I thought you were ......"

On the sofa opposite the coffee table, the old Muggle man, who had just looked straightforward, had now become extremely cautious. He was explaining, but there always seemed to be some absent-mindedness, until he realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

"Oh no!" As he spoke, he was stunned, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean you don't look like a good person right now, I didn't mean that-"

"Sir, you don't need to be nervous, and you don't need to apologize...... "Marca said calmly, waving her hand, "for I thought you might have bad intentions toward me—as you said, I was wandering the streets alone at such times, and that really didn't seem like a normal thing to do; But correspondingly, it's obviously a strange thing for you to invite a 'suspicious person' like me to your home at such a time, isn't it? ”

"Ah...... Yes, you're right. When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but nod and said, "So, Mr. Wizard...... You're a 'good' wizard, right? ”

When Maca heard this, before he could reply, he saw the old man say again:

"Actually, I mentioned that I've seen a lot of strange people these days, and that's exactly what happened. I've seen murderous demons, and I've seen people who fight against those demons and save Londoners who are as powerless as I am. They all have terrifying and weird abilities, but they are doing the exact opposite. ”

"So," he paused, "I'm really just looking for a 'good wizard' who is willing to help us...... In fact, there is not much to eat at home, and these crepes on the table are the last...... Oh, poor little Shirley is sick again...... If it goes on like this, she'll be, she'll die......"

The old man's voice became more and more trembling, and at last he couldn't help but choke. While Maca listened to his words, Maca looked down at the basket of crepes on the coffee table, but her thoughts drifted away unconsciously.

There is no doubt that this old Muggle man is like a microcosm of the vast majority of London's residents - the most innocent and at the same time the most helpless in this inexplicable catastrophe are precisely these ordinary Muggle people.

And Maca believed that while Muggles throughout the city were forced to hide in their homes and be afraid, they were also secretly looking out the window.

What do they think when they see groups of guys with weird abilities killing passers-by?

"Speaking of which...... Sir," Maca thought as she suddenly thought of a question, "how did you know about 'Wizard'?" Guessed it? ”

The term "wizards" was not unfamiliar to Muggles, although wizards were now in the eyes of Muggles as they had been in the past. But after all, wizards and magic have existed in this world for thousands of years, and it is not something that wizards can erase if they want to.

It's just that it's a bit difficult to think of wizards just by looking at the battles on the street from the window.

"I heard a wizard say it himself...... He was saving a child downstairs at the time...... Oh, that's a good 'good wizard'! Unfortunately, there were terrible bad guys out there at that time, and I didn't dare to speak until they left. ”

"Hmm...... Is it? ”

The old man was actually Harry, but Maca had no way of knowing, he only thought that it was most likely the Aurors sent by Lupin to search and rescue or the Wizard of the United Support.

Of course, in fact, it didn't matter to him who the old man saw. Importantly, the wizards who had also rescued Muggles seemed to be giving a good impression to the inhabitants of London, who were ignorant of the facts.

Yes, as long as there are people who deliberately mislead Muggles as they did during the witch hunt, they will be able to rely on their own judgment to distinguish between good and bad. Even at the same time, there are 'good wizards' and 'bad wizards' - they can actually be clearly distinguished.

"Luckily, Helmo has no interest in wooing Muggles......"

Hearing Maca mutter, although the old man didn't hear it clearly, he was still a little puzzled and a little uneasy:

"Mr. Wizard...... What did you just say? ”

"Oh, no, I'm just talking to myself," Maka shook her head when she heard this, "sir, you said yours...... Well, it's a granddaughter, right? Is she sick? ”

"Yes, little Shirley, she's my granddaughter - she's not in good health, she's been frightened again these days, and she's had a fever for two days."

When Maca heard this, she immediately stretched out her hand to the door of the room, which had been closed, and gestured:

"Let me show her for her! I might be able to heal her...... Well, think of it as a thank you for that piece of crepe and a glass of water! ”