Chapter 765 London in Rain and Fog

Asaph, remember? We all spent time in London when we were kids...but look! London is a lot cleaner now than it was back then...

Oh, I know, didn't you see it when you came here just now? Stay away from the window! I want to stay here for a while!

In the bustling place in the center of London, a group of four people who escaped from Maca came to the second hiding place prepared in advance with a burden.

In fact, they manifested in a small alley, and then the leader Asa immediately led the remaining members of Group A to leave the dark and damp alley in a hurry, and mixed into the crowd on the streets of London.

Yes, that's a good idea, because as long as magic doesn't go unnoticed, that horde of Muggles will be one of their most reliable covers.

Hey, Asaph! Don't you want to see more of this city?

It was Miriam who was standing by the window talking. From her words, it could be heard that she and Asa had known each other since childhood. Moreover, they seem to have lived here before.

I've said it all, come here! Yasa sat on the chair and rubbed his temples, Instead of seeing more of this city, I hope to sit in this city for a while... This is not only It's because we all miss it, and I mean it, and it's also because we have a mission to accomplish.

Just as he was talking, he suddenly turned his head, and the chair legs made a soft creak sound on the floor.

Besides, London is still London, and it's not much better now, is it? Yasa said lightly, looking at the gloomy weather outside the window and the haze under the gray sky.

Okay, okay! Miriam spread her hands helplessly, I have to admit, you have successfully dispelled my interest...Forget it, the past is also in the past.

After all,

She gracefully walked to the chair beside her, and sat on it with a lazy expression.

Today's London afternoon is still wet, 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 suddenly became quiet.

Sometimes people may think that the rainy and foggy weather will always make people feel gloomy, right?

Rhode should be dead.

After a while, Yasa finally spoke again.

Neither Miria nor the other three companions showed any signs of depression or sadness, as if it was a matter of course.

However, they did not answer the conversation casually, but continued to maintain their own silence.

The wizard in the gray cloak is very strong. Even if you and I use our cards, we probably won't be his opponent. Asa continued to analyze softly, because no one talked to him or looked at him, this feeling is just As if talking to himself.

I think that's probably Hogwarts' ancient rune professor—the young and outstanding 'Mr. Maca McLean'.

After finishing these few words, Asa also closed his mouth again, and the room returned to silence again...until Miriam opened her mouth without warning.

So, she said, whose turn is next?

Regarding Miriam's words, Asa just shrugged, while the other three remained silent. Only in the middle of the room, Smith, who was placed on the table, smacked his mouth—obviously, he was still in a coma.

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

In any case, it must not be you, Yasa smiled and said, Sit down at ease, beauty! This is our job—it's you, you should get ready.

No need, Miriam shook her head, and then changed to a more comfortable sitting position, There is no need to prepare any time, you can do it anytime.

Oh? That was a surprise...

Yasa muttered, then raised his hand and continued to rub his forehead.

...

At about the same time, in the alley where Asaph and the others Apparated.

Oh, I hate London, it makes me feel sticky all day long! The wretched old man raised his feet twice, and the soles of his old leather shoes creaked on the slippery floor tiles. sound.

Really? Mundungus curled his lips and said, I really like it——here, no one bothers to pay attention to you, and you often don't bother to pay attention to anyone!

So, this is an excellent hiding place. The bearded man immediately smiled.

While the three of them were still looking around this alley and chatting casually for a moment, Maca had already sensed the residual magic power around them.

But as expected, those people haven't used any magic since they came here.

Fat mouse, what do you think?

After looking around, Maca turned his head to look at the bearded side. But before he finished speaking, the bearded man shook his head decisively, indicating that he hadn't found anything yet.

yes?

Seeing this, Maca looked up at the alley again. The buildings with a bit of age gave the city an immersive vicissitudes.

However, the fine and hazy rain and fog make people somewhat less interested in looking up.

After watching for a while, he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Let me tell you, the weather in London is still very good, Maca said leisurely. As far as I know, at least some 'people' always like this gloomy combination of natural and man-made.

What? The wretched old man turned around, slightly puzzled and authentic.

In short, let's disperse first and use our own methods to find it!

Maca didn't explain much. After saying this, he walked directly along the slightly cramped alleyway. The remaining three fellows who were a little puzzled looked at each other, and they had no choice but to act separately according to Maka's words.

In fact, Maca didn't want to go back to find the three of them at first. If he had chosen to chase them immediately, he might have caught those guys leaving in time.

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

London is the center of England, there are too many Muggles here, if it is not necessary, he doesn't want to cause any big commotion here!

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

The Muggle world is still so turbulent. At a glance, the most streets are cars, pedestrians, and large umbrellas, which are necessary for Londoners to go out.

Once stepping into the flow of people, Maca clearly felt the familiarity of the past—a sense of integration that almost made him temporarily forget even the magic world.

Finally, when he passed a small four-story building, he dodged away from the crowd on the pedestrian path, and came to the entrance of the antique shop on the first floor of the building.

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

Then, he stretched out his hand and tapped the window glass a few times with his fingers.

It looked like a store that had been closed for a long time. There were many products in the store, but there was not even a single person there. A rusty iron chain lock was wrapped around the door handle of the store.

Correspondingly, the Muggles passing by on the sidewalk hardly looked here, as if they were completely uninterested in it.

Like the entrance to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds, it's apparently under a similar spell—seriously, this isn't such a rare thing in London.

Sir, this is the location of the private association. If you are an association member, please show your membership certificate. Thank you for your cooperation!

After knocking on the glass, a line of slightly fancy English fonts appeared on it. Under that line of words, there is another box, it seems that the so-called membership certificate is probably verified here.

But unfortunately, Maca is neither a member here, nor does it have any proof.

Of course, it is not difficult for Maca to get in.

Without hesitation, he quickly spread his palm and pressed it directly against the glass.

But he saw that the window glass, which could have been knocked loudly, turned out to be deformed by him like a large piece of thin gum candy.

Not long after, Maca's arm sank completely into the window, followed by half of his body, another arm, and a foot. In a blink of an eye, his whole body got into the glass and disappeared.

At the same time, on the other side of the entrance, the place where Maca drilled out was a wall. To be more precise, it was a wall at the end of a corridor.

Looking up, the corridor is not too long, but there is not even a single window around it, the only lighting is the row of dim yellow light bulbs on the ceiling.

Therefore, no matter how you look at this dilapidated place, it is a bit gloomy, and people can't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies.

It's just that Maca didn't seem to care about it...or in other words, he seemed to know what this place should look like a long time ago, and he didn't show any surprise at this infiltrating environment.

Without thinking too much, Maca raised his legs and walked forward. The sound of footsteps echoed in this quiet corridor, almost mixing together.

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

Maca raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at the old door. There was a palm-sized nameplate on it. Although the edges of the metal doorplate were covered with spots of rust, the letters on it could still be seen clearly.

Bang bang bang!

He only glanced at the nameplate, then reached out and knocked on the door vigorously—you know, he would never do such a rude behavior on weekdays.

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