"Asaph, remember? We all spent some time in London as kids...... But let's see! London is much cleaner now than it was then......"

"Oh, I know, didn't you see it all when you just came? Stay away from the window! I'd like to stay here a little longer! ”

In that bustling place in the center of London, a group of four people who had escaped from Maca arrived at a second hiding place that had been prepared in advance.

In fact, they were revealed in a small alley, and then the leader, Asaph, immediately hurried out of the dark, damp alleyway with the rest of Group A, and blended into the crowd on the streets of London.

Yes, it was a good idea, because as long as they stopped using magic at will, large numbers of Muggles would be one of their most reliable cover.

"Hey, Asaph! Don't you want to see the city a little more? ”

Standing by the window was Miriam, who could tell from her words that she and Asaph had known each other since childhood. Moreover, they seem to have lived here in the first place.

"I've said it all, come here!" Asaph sat down in his chair and rubbed his temples, "I'd rather sit in this city for a while than see it more...... It's not just because we all miss it, I mean really, but also because we have tasks to accomplish. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head, and the foot of the chair suddenly made a "creaking" sound on the floor.

"Besides, London is still London, and it's not much better now, is it?" Asaph looked out the window at the gloomy weather, and the haze under the gray sky, and said lightly.

"Okay, okay!" Miriam spread her hands helplessly, "I have to admit that you have succeeded in dissuading my interest...... Forget it, the past is gone. ”

With that, she gracefully walked to the chair beside her and sat down with a lazy expression.

It's still a wet London afternoon, and no matter how good the weather is in Canterbury or Hogwarts, it has nothing to do with it.

Through the window glass, the cars on the street outside drove back and forth, unconsciously becoming the noisy background sound of the room that had suddenly become quiet.

Sometimes people probably think that the rainy and foggy weather will always make people's mood gradually become gloomy, right?

"Rhodes should be dead."

After a short while, Asaph finally spoke again.

Miria and the other three companions didn't show any signs of frustration or sadness, as if that were something to be taken for granted.

However, they did not answer casually and continued to keep their quiet.

"That wizard in the gray cloak is very strong, and even if you and I both play our cards, most likely it won't be his opponent." Asaph continued to analyze softly, as no one accosted or looked at him, and it felt like he was talking to himself.

"I think that's probably the Hogwarts professor of Ancient Magic, the young and brilliant 'Mr. Macklean'."

With these few words, Asaph closed his mouth again, and the room fell silent again...... Until Miriam opened her mouth without warning.

"So," she said, "who's next?" ”

Asaph only shrugged her shoulders at Miriam's words, and the other three remained silent. Only in the center of the room, Smith, who was placed on the table, smacked his mouth—apparently still unconscious.

"Didn't you already decide?" Miriam glanced at Asa and said, "Who's next?" ”

"It must not be you," Asaph smiled, "sit in peace, big beauty!" It's our job – it's you, and it's time for you to get ready. ”

"No," Miriam shook her head, then shifted to a more comfortable seat, "There's no time to prepare, you can do it at any time." ”

"Oh? It was a bonus......

Asaph muttered, then raised his hand and continued rubbing his forehead.

……

At about the same time, Asaph apparitions appeared in the alley.

"Oh, I hate London, it makes me feel slimy all day!" The lewd old man lifted his foot twice, and the soles of his worn leather shoes rattled against the slippery tiles.

"Really?" Mundungus pouted and said, "I like it - no one is too lazy to pay attention to you here, and you are often too lazy to pay attention to anyone!" ”

"So, it's an excellent hiding place." The bearded man then smiled.

While the three of them were still looking left and right at the alley, chatting casually for a moment, Maca had already sensed the remnants of magic around it.

But as expected, those people hadn't used any magic since they arrived.

"Fat Mouse, what do you think?"

Maca looked around, then turned her head to look at the bearded man. But before he could finish speaking, the bearded man shook his head decisively, indicating that he had not discovered anything for the time being.

"Really?"

Seeing this, Maca looked up at the alley again, and the buildings with a rather old atmosphere gave the city an immersive vicissitudes.

However, this dense and hazy rain and fog makes people somewhat lack the interest of looking up and appreciating.

He watched for a moment, then suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"If you want me to say, the weather in London is still very good," said Maca leisurely, "and as far as I know, at least some of the 'people' have always liked this combination of natural and artificial gloom." ”

"What?" The obscene old man turned around and said with a little confusion.

"Anyway, let's spread out first and use our own methods to find out!"

Maca didn't explain much, and after saying that, he walked straight down the slightly cramped alleyway. The remaining three guys, who were a little puzzled, glanced at each other, and had to follow Maka's words and go their separate ways.

In fact, Maca didn't want to go back to the three of them at first, and if he had chosen to chase them right away, he might have caught the guys leaving in time.

But after a little thought, he gave up on staging a street chase in London.

London was the heart of England, and there were so many Muggles here that he didn't want to make a big fuss here unless he had to!

As soon as she stepped out of the alley, Maca was immediately swallowed up by the hustle and bustle of the street outside.

The Muggle world is still so disturbed that at first glance, the streets are filled with cars, pedestrians, and large umbrellas that Londoners need to go out.

Once he stepped into the crowd, Maca clearly felt the familiarity he had once felt - a sense of integration that almost made him forget even the wizarding world for a while.

Finally, as he passed a small four-story building, he dodged away from the crowd on the promenade and came to the door of the antique shop on the first floor of the building.

Standing in front of the dusty glass window of the store, Maca subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the window on the third floor of the upper floor.

Then he reached out and tapped his fingers on the window pane.

It looked like a long-defunct storefront, with a lot of merchandise but not a single person, and a rusty chain wrapped around the doorknob.

Correspondingly, the Muggles who came and went on the sidewalks barely looked at it, as if they were not interested in it at all.

Like the entrance to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, a similar spell has apparently been cast here - which, to be honest, isn't that uncommon in the City of London.

"This sir, this is a private association location, if you are a member of the association, please show your membership certificate, thank you for your cooperation!"

After knocking through the glass, a slightly fancy line of English font appeared on it. Underneath that line, there is also a box, and it seems that the so-called "membership certificate" is probably verified here.

Unfortunately, Maca is neither a member nor any proof here.

Of course, it's not hard for Maca to get in.

He didn't hesitate, and quickly spread out his palm and pressed it directly against the glass.

But he saw that the window pane that could have been knocked on was now like a large piece of thin gummy, and he pressed it out of shape.

In a short time, Maca's arm was completely sunk in the window, followed by half of his body, another arm, and one foot, and in an instant he was completely disfigured into the glass.

At the same time, on the other side of the entrance, where Maca had emerged, was a wall. To be more accurate, it was a wall at the end of a hallway.

Looking up, the corridor wasn't very long, but there wasn't even a single window around, and the only light was the dim row of light bulbs on the ceiling.

Yes, no matter how you look at this broken place, it is a little eerie, and people can't help but get goosebumps.

It's just that Maca doesn't seem to care about it...... Or rather, he seemed to know what this place was going to be like, and he didn't show any surprise at all at this permeable environment.

Without much thought, Maca raised her leg and walked forward, the sound of footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor, almost blending together.

Until he stopped in front of a certain door, the sound of footsteps still lingered in his ears.

Maca raised her eyelids slightly and looked at the old door, which had a palm-sized nameplate. Although the edges of the metal door number were covered with rust, the letters on it could still be seen clearly.

"Bang bang bang!"

He glanced at the nameplate and knocked the door—he would never have behaved so rudely on a normal day.