"Second ......"

There was a chilling freezing sound, and Maca casually threw the monster that had been completely frozen back and threw it back into the room.

Just listening to the movement like a stone hitting the floor, this is much worse than the "partner" who flew in the sky before!

After that, Maca hung in the air outside the window, closed her eyes and carefully sensed the flow of magic around her. Immediately, he chose a direction and resolutely rushed out again.

In that room just now, he had already confirmed the signs that Helbo had just stayed. And judging from the scattered remnants of mana, Helbo did not choose to leave with space magic, and ...... It seems that the activity continues in London.

To be honest, if Helbo runs away, it will be difficult for Maca to find a way to track him. But if he still wants to do something, then Maca can continue to touch the melon.

Before long, the remnants of the magic stretched all the way to an unknown path.

It's an aisle sandwiched between two rows of small apartment buildings — the kind that cars can barely drive through. Maca stepped on the magic book, and after noticing that the magic fluctuations suddenly sank downward, she also descended to the middle of the aisle.

With apartment buildings blocking off on both sides, the view is narrowed.

At first glance, Maca knew that the road was the kind of place that was very conducive to ambushes. Once you walk here, I am afraid that many people will have the feeling that "maybe someone will come out of the next intersection".

But he also knew that if a smart man chose to lay an ambush here, it would most likely be arranged at the moment when he finally walked out of this narrow road.

Because throughout the process, the people who walk in it tend to subconsciously relax only then.

As a result, Maca barely slowed down when she passed the path, and even sped up her flight speed a few points along the way.

Sure enough, Helbo didn't disappoint him - the guy had prepared a "gift" for him here, and the gift was placed on both sides of the exit of the path.

This time it's two "Dementors"!

However, they never expected Maca to be so fast. The two monsters even flew out from both sides in advance, but they still couldn't keep up with Maca's speed, and could only watch him pass through the middle.

And what they didn't expect was that at the moment when one of them couldn't dodge and collided with each other. Maca, who had already flown over, waved the staff with her backhand, and a dazzling light suddenly lit up from the top of the staff.

However, in that second, a thoughtful look suddenly flashed in Maca's eyes.

Immediately, the light suddenly stopped, and then turned into a blue-white beam of light that burst out.

"Bang!"

How could those two monsters that looked like dementors be able to resist the beams formed by the power of the rules, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into two ice sculptures frozen together, and smashed heavily on the road.

After glancing back at the path, Maca dropped a small Muggle Expulsion Charm near the ice sculpture and hurried off to continue flying.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the fact that he was too far away to feel the scarce remnant of mana, he probably wouldn't have had to go down that path at all.

“…… Looks like Helbo is trying to lead me somewhere? As she flew through the mana fluctuations, Maca wondered, "Well, or rather...... Is this a special 'invitation'? ”

With the few encounters he has had so far, he's almost certain that the other side won't be looking down on him. Therefore, ambushes like the current one that says it is good or not, and whether it is bad or not...... It was not so much an attack as a series of "small surprises".

Of course, there is also the possibility that Helmo didn't actually realize that it was Makka McLean who was chasing after him.

It's a pity that this possibility is not very likely.

"Anyway, you'll know when you go!"

Muttering softly, Maca suddenly bent her knees slightly, leaning forward even more, and his speed also increased sharply in an instant.

……

If Maca solves those monsters that resemble "Dementors", it is like walking smoothly and in one go;

Well, on the other side...... It's the same thing to deal with that kind of monster, but the stalemate scene shows everyone how that monster is different from ordinary dementors.

"Roar—"

A hollow roar rang out in the middle of the plaza below the tall building, causing nearly everyone to froze.

The monster had roared a few times before, but none of them were as terrifying as they were now. There seemed to be some kind of inexplicable power mixed in with that roar, which made the listener feel the despair that his life would be taken in the next second.

If you want to say that the roar is most affected, it is naturally the ordinary Muggle who is in the outermost part at the moment.

Although they could only see a translucent gray color of the monster crouching in the square, the illusion of being devoured was the strongest.

When people came back to their senses in some common hallucination, more than half of them did not dare to continue watching the excitement on the spot.

But now, even if they want to leave, they can't.

"Attention, lift your spirits! It's already badly injured, we just need to be careful, it's not hard to take it down. ”

In the square, it was Kingsley who was directing on the spot. On either side of him, Aurors and strikers lined up, each with their wand in their hands and staring at the monster with a cautious expression.

They were obviously much better than the Muggles outside, and though they were closer, their willpower allowed them to resist the strange effects of the roar.

However, in actual combat, even a pause in the blink of an eye can easily cost your life. Wizards like them, who have been through a lot of battles, understand the dangers.

Therefore, they can only maintain a posture of standing still for the time being, looking for a gap to attack.

And to ask those Muggles who were watching why they couldn't leave, it was also a direct result of their group.

In fact, Scrimgeour was a little smarter than Maca had imagined.

He hadn't waited long after he had asked a few questions from Crock, the Silent Man of the Department of Mysteries, but had not been able to get any answers.

Because he waited and figured out that just asking Mr. Baldur, who was good at magical biology, didn't seem to do him much good.

And after that.

Perhaps no one expected that Mr. Scrimthour, who had never been good at communicating with people, would resolutely decide to take the initiative to negotiate with the Muggle Prime Minister.

But when several ministerial secretaries were particularly surprised, Scrimgeour could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

Of course, he didn't want to discuss cooperation with the Muggle Prime Minister who "didn't know anything", but when he thought about it, I was afraid that this would still fall on his head in the end, and it would be much better to communicate sooner than later!

So, after a trip to the Prime Minister's office by Scrimgeur, he finally quickly opened the joint in a foolish and magical way, so that his Aurors and strikers could cooperate with the 1st Battalion of the Irish Guard in London.

While the Aurors and Strikers were trying to solve the problem of the monster, the Muggle soldiers worked with the police at Scotland Yard to keep the Muggles at the scene within a certain range.

Truth be told, it was the best thing Scrimgeour could think of. Not only can the Muggle military and police help at the same time, but the nearby Muggles will gather together afterwards, and it will also be convenient to erase memories uniformly.

It's just that the key is whether the Aurors can successfully deal with the monster, and whether the British royal family can fool it together.

You know, the hardest thing in the wizarding world right now is still the pure-blood family, and the Muggle royal family is behind them.

"Anyway, it's up to Mr. McLean then......"

Scrimgeour had been busy all day, and now he was finally back in his office. Now he was holding the newly delivered report sheet, but he could only mumble to himself.

He only knew that he had already done everything he could, and the rest could only be left to heaven.

"Oh! Please, this can't be delayed any longer...... Merlin bless! Either way, let's do it! ”

Shaking the sheet from his hand, he tossed it aside again, and leaned back on the back of his chair feebly.

……

It may be that Merlin really heard Scrimgeour's prayers, and the Aurors and strikers on the scene finally stopped maintaining the stalemate and raised their wands one after another.

But in reality, they were forced.

At that time, it seemed that the monster had been watched by such a large group of people for too long, so it was in a bad mood. So, when the Aurors were still a little frightened by the roar, it did it first!

"Roar—"

With another roar of rage, the body that had been frozen by the cold current of Maca barely floated.

At this point, it can be seen that the black cloak that was intact at the beginning has become more broken than that of ordinary Dementors, and there is a large cloud of ice crystal debris hanging on it, which shakes off a lot of ice slag when it moves.

And now that it was unclothed, its body was exposed to the Aurors. The sturdy physique, which did not resemble a dementor, was as gray as an old puppet, but it could still feel great strength in its muscles.

As for its face...... Because the cold snap had not spread to its head, the hood it was wearing was still undamaged, only the red pupils were still visible.

All in all, this is not a simple dark magical creature like a Dementor......

Oh, and perhaps it should be said that even Dementors who can easily despair and take lives are far from being compared.

Even if there are too many similarities between the two.

"Be careful!" Kingsley suddenly shouted.

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