"Ron? What are you doing in such a hurry? ”

On the way downstairs, Maca bumps into Ron, who is running up the stairs. Looking at his fiery appearance, I don't know what happened again.

Ron who came up saw that it was Maca and wanted to say hello by the way, but he used both hands to carry the tray, and finally had to grin at Maca.

"Yesterday you brought another Auror while you were away, and it wasn't too good. No, it seems to have relapsed just now, and Mr. Pai can't keep himself busy, so he asked me to get some medicine for him......"

He walked up as he spoke, and finally turned directly over the stairs and no one could see him.

"Oh, no more! See you later, Maka! ”

Looking at the staircase where there was no human figure, Maca couldn't help but shake her head and smile.

In this disaster, the friends of . have played a very big role. Not only did they join the fight against the dark creatures in time, but many people stayed behind after that, repairing London, searching for the wounded, and even fighting the dead.

Even a guy like Ron, who is usually not very motivated, is constantly contributing.

Passing Ron, Maca met several more volunteers, both familiar and unfamiliar, on the way down, and then returned to the first floor.

After a dash of his way through the hall full of patients, he turned through the side door at the other end to an inner hallway at the back of the hall.

Most of the rooms here are usually used as storerooms and potions preparation rooms, but because St. Mungo needed more space for the sick this time, he simply vacated some of the storerooms.

And now, the people who are arranged in these warehouses are some special injuries.

For example, the father and son of the Victor family are living here now......

"Hey! McLean, I'm already in good shape, why don't you let us go back? ”

As soon as Maca entered a certain storeroom, she immediately heard the questioning voice of old Victor, which showed that he had been staring at the door all the time, waiting to say this!

But the truth is just as he said, although the old Victor is old and frail, he was only frozen from the beginning. Now, he's long since regained his vibrancy.

However, without Maca's consent, it would have been impossible for the father and son to leave St. Mungo.

"I'm sorry, but I can't get you home...... Especially you, old sir. He walked up to old Victor and said, "You two, why don't we go to the tearoom on the sixth floor for a cup of tea and a snack?" I'm in for a treat—"

"What kind of tea," said old Victor, straining his old face, "we just want to go home and go on with our lives in peace!" You don't have to ask anything, because I don't know anything. ”

"Dad—"

"Don't talk!"

Little Victor seemed to be trying to persuade his father to say a few words, but was immediately blocked back by the other party.

But at Old Victor's words, Maca smiled disapprovingly.

"Sir, what you said makes some sense, right?" He didn't care about the curious eyes of the other patients in the warehouse, and spread his hands and said, "If you really want to live in peace, then why did you deliberately let your son go with me at that time?" ”

At the beginning, Maca had already left alone, but it didn't take long for little Victor to catch up with him who was about to fly away, and even little Victor himself was puzzled by this.

And now, this old Victor said that he didn't want to have anything to do with wizards at all, isn't this a contradiction?

But no matter how clear Maca said, old Victor was still pretending to be confused.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said stubbornly, shaking his head stubbornly, "and don't say that again...... I just want to get out of here and go home, can't I? ”

Speaking of this, the old man said quite loudly:

"It's hard to say, do you still want to rely on that kind of magic to detain our father and son here for the rest of your life?"

Seeing that the old Muggle man couldn't make sense, Maca had to wave her hand casually.

"Well," he chuckled, "at best, I don't bother to ask you any more questions, and just dig through your head to find out what I want." And after that, you can leave unharmed......"

Maca didn't ask any further, after all, he had a lot of other things to do these days. The old man didn't want to say it, so he just went back and said it, and he wasn't in a hurry for this time.

As he left again, he glanced back slightly, and happened to see the stunned look on Old Victor's face.

It seems that the Victors may have had some connection to the wizarding world, but at least the old man didn't know much about magic.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been stunned by Maca's phrase "rummaging through your head."

Under the apologetic gaze of little Victor, Maca exited the makeshift room and pushed open another door not far away.

This is the Potions Preparation Room, which is set up and maintained as a backup room on weekdays, unlike the other large preparation room in the basement.

Now, it's been borrowed by Maca as a personal preparation room.

Placing the patient notebook on the table at the door, he quickly walked to the desk inside and sat down, and then took out a thick notebook from his waist.

Illuminated by the freshly lit magic light, Maca flipped through the notes and threw herself into the Soul Rules project she was currently researching.

No matter how busy he was in the past two days, he would not completely abandon the research at hand.

After all, all these messes in front of him can be said to be caused by Helbo. Tracing back to the source, if you want to completely solve these troubles, you must start with Helbo.

Not to mention, who knows what kind of that guy is going to do next - you know, this time that guy slipped away with a new body!

After about an hour, Maca finally looked up from her research work again, frowning and rubbing her faintly swollen temples.

After pulling out a bottle of potion and taking a large sip of it, he blinked and let out a sigh of relief.

"A few days away...... Well, three days at most! ”

Closing the notebook on the table, Maca immediately took out a thicker one from her waist, and then flipped through the pages that he had written a little more.

"In this situation, I don't expect to be able to rest...... Three days later! ”

For Maca, being a wizard has at least one benefit, which is that she doesn't have to worry about her fatigue slowing down her productivity. No matter how confused the brain is, a bottle of potion for ascension will immediately return to a pretty good state.

Therefore, even if the schedule is full for a certain period of time, it often does not affect the final effect.

Of course, there are always advantages and disadvantages. Even he needs to clean up the drug precipitation afterwards to avoid some of the negative effects caused by overdose.

Closing the notebook as well, Maca habitually glanced over the cover as she put it away.

This notebook, called "The Book of Sin", seems to have accompanied him for many days.

……

Ten minutes later, inside St. James's Park.

After arriving in London, the people of the International Federation of Wizards usually spend the rest of their time here in tents or other affairs, except for their missions.

Like President Akinbad, he's always been here to give orders and assign jobs to the big guys.

With his robe covered with dust and mud, those who don't know may think that he is a contractor on the construction site!

However, whenever he needed to go to Buckingham Palace, just across the street from the park, he would immediately change into a new robe. Although the clothes inside still look a little dirty, at least on the surface they are still very shiny, aren't they?

At this moment, he is exactly like a bit of a thief.

McKellen ...... Oh, I've been waiting for you here for a while! Come with me, they've been waiting a lot longer than I did......"

Seeing Maca appear from the lakeside in front of him, Akinbad immediately trotted over and dragged Maca towards the park gate.

Muggle banishment was cast here, including the surrounding streets.

So, even though all the Muggles have been brought back to the city, and even their lives have begun to return to normal, there are still only wizards in this place.

"No, no need to pull, I'll just go by myself!"

Dragged a few steps by Arkinbad, Maca quickly withdrew her arm - it was too uncomfortable to walk like this.

And only after that, he went on to explain:

"As you know, Mr. Akinbad, St. Mungo's side is no easier than a Muggle makeshift shelter. After all, before the army intervened, it was the wizards who could contain some of the enemies...... The number of injuries this time is really quite a lot! ”

Generally speaking, if a Muggle were targeted by those monsters, it would basically disappear on the spot. So it's a fact that there are more of them than the wounded, but there are more of them on the wizard's side.

But when it comes to the dead, it ......

"Alas...... I also know this," Akinbad couldn't help but fill up his originally hurried pace after hearing Maca say this, "I believe the Muggle queen also understands that this time, it will not be easy on either side!" ”

That's right, today the Queen of England specially invited Maca to be a guest in the afternoon, saying that it was to have afternoon tea and chat casually, but the specific thing is actually self-explanatory.

"Mr. Akinbad," Marka casually asked when she arrived at the door of Buckingham Palace, "what do you say the royal family has planned?" ”

The Federation has always been in contact with the British royal family, otherwise, Maca would not have thought of letting Akinbad take charge of suppressing the Queen's side before.

Of course, in the end, the late arrival of the federation also made this relationship useless.

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