Chapter 911: Tracking down London
Let's just say it, I'm not interested in being the Minister of Magic...
Who would have thought that a witch wandering around in the sky would actually be her fan?
Speaking of which, Maca itself has no idea of being famous. It's just because of what he is doing that he must and must have a certain reputation in order to be able to bear it.
Unexpectedly, he actually won a vote of supporters who liked him as an outstanding contemporary young wizard.
And the new minister secretary named Freina in front of him is one of them.
After hearing Maka casually expressing her disinterest, she immediately said:
Hey, why don't you want to be the Minister of Magic? We have just lost the great Mr. Dumbledore in the British wizarding world, and we need a new generation of strong men like you who are capable and responsible to suppress evil and revive those who have been revived. The terrible black wizards have been wiped out again!
Can it be said that as expected of a girl who entered the Ministry of Magic as the Minister's Secretary? This is a set of words, and it sounds very reasonable at first glance.
Looking at this ordinary-looking girl who is surprisingly high-minded, Maka blinked inexplicably.
If I became the Minister of Magic, I wouldn't have time to do what you said... He spread his hands, and then turned around, Well, let's not talk about this...Mr Scrimgeour asked You came to see me? What did he say?
Obviously, the most urgent task right now is to deal with the matter in front of him first, and everything else has to stand back. Therefore, he quickly put aside the words of this little fan girl...
Oh alright! In terms of age, I'm afraid this is still a mistress.
what!
After Maca's reminder, Frena remembered her business, and quickly handed the copy of the report that Scrimgeour asked her to hand over to Maca.
Mr. Scrimgeour didn't say anything...he just told me that if you have anything to say, I can pass it on for you.
Maca reached out to take it, glanced at it hastily, but it didn't take long before stuffing the report back into Frena's hand.
After all, the above is just a brief description of what happened here. Not only has a long time passed in time, but it is far less clear than what he himself saw at the scene.
It seemed that Scrimgeour also thought he was still at Hogwarts!
What, what's the matter? Why didn't you accept it? It's me... Is it something I didn't do well?
Seeing that Maca was handed back, Frena thought she had done something wrong. Even though Maca was stuffed into her hand, she still didn't dare to accept it, and pushed it back hastily.
Seeing this, Maca could only laugh and cry: Haven't you read what is written on this piece of paper yourself? Then how did you come all the way here to find me?
Oh... I just, listen to colleagues say...
Frena hurriedly looked down again, and then whispered embarrassingly.
Okay... Anyway, you have already come, and you won't be able to leave for a while. You and this Mr. Muggle can hide here together for a while! Remember not to fly into the sky, and be careful to die Fly away...
In this regard, Maca didn't say anything more, just reminded her, and then scanned the surrounding buildings, roads, alleys, etc. again and again.
Probably because Maca seemed to be looking for something, Frena didn't dare to disturb him anymore, and finally set her sights on little Victor on the other side.
You... are you a Muggle?
What melon?
Uh...it refers to people who don't know magic. We wizards call you...
Maca only mentioned wizards just now, but did not mention Muggles, the name for ordinary people who don't know magic. Of course, the term Muggle was not as discriminatory as Mudblood, and he simply didn't mention it.
Hearing that Frena behind him naturally explained some things about the magic world on his behalf,
Maca couldn't help being a little surprised.
As a wizard who works in the Ministry of Magic, it can be said that it is quite rare to be able to tell a Muggle about the magic world like this.
It seems that this new secretary's future work path may not be smooth.
However, regardless of how bumpy Frena's career will be, Maka, who was searching around, suddenly turned her head in a certain direction, and her eyes froze.
And at the next moment, his magic staff suddenly appeared in his hand, and a stream of obscure magic power went straight to the dementor that was still hovering in the air and slowly drifted away.
Stay here, don't run around! When I come back—
After dropping a word casually, he stomped on his feet, and then jumped high from the edge of the roof. In a blink of an eye, he stepped on the magic book that was thrown out together, and rushed out in the direction he was staring at.
This sudden scene surprised the two melon-eaters behind him, and Jiang Jiang came to his senses only after his back could not be seen.
Oh... I said, you wizards fly so fast, aren't you afraid? Little Victor said in surprise, I experienced it just now, and I was so scared that I almost lost my soul...
Beside him, Frena, who was also dumbfounded, immediately shook her head.
No, wizards like Mr. McLean who can take out a book and fly, I'm afraid there are countless wizards in the whole world! Let alone fly so fast...
Before she finished speaking, she saw that the Dementor near the tall building opposite suddenly stopped circling as if it had been stimulated by something, and suddenly lowered its head and swooped towards the ground.
But at the same time, the flow of magic power that Maca threw out at the beginning also arrived!
He only saw the originally invisible stream of magic power, which quickly turned into ice crystals as soon as he touched the dementor. When a cooling rune faintly flashed, large areas of frost marks immediately spread from that point.
Immediately afterwards, before it accelerated its downward speed a bit, a terrible cold current had already spread to its whole body. Even the black cloak on it, which was still flowing and unsteady before, has become a hard shell covered with gray under the erosion of frost.
Wow--
The Dementor, which was supposed to be unbound by gravity by nature, finally fell hastily under the attraction of the earth, and threw out a piece of crystal clear ice slag.
Did Mr. McLean wave his cane over there just before he left? Frena stood on the edge of the roof, cautiously looking over her head, and said subconsciously.
On the other side, although little Victor didn't dare to get as close to the edge as she did, he also stretched his neck to look around.
Before I compared that thing to a 'child', and my husband said that my comparison was wrong... Now, it seems that it is really... I'm afraid it's not even as good as a 'child'?
However, it turned out that the Dementor, which looked quite special, was definitely stronger than the Child.
Just as the Scotland Yard police officers under the tall building dodged the fall one after another, and then slowly surrounded them, the dementor, whose body was covered in frost spots and whose cloak was scattered, suddenly appeared. Struggled to twitch again.
Since they didn't know what it was, the police didn't dare to underestimate it—after all, it was a guy who could hover and fly at high altitudes in a way that violated the laws of physics.
Just looking at the soft and flowing black cloak before it, people who don't know it probably thought it was swimming in the water!
At the moment when the police officers in anti-riot gear surrounded it, and some of them planned to test it again, the police officers who were closest to it suddenly felt a strange dizziness.
Get away! Get away from that guy! Stay away!
Almost at the same time, a voice sounded from the surrounding crowd.
...
In fact, the matter over there can be put aside for the time being. For Maca, what he gave was just in passing. But without the existence of that guy, he would not have gained what he is now.
In fact, the reason why he left suddenly was precisely because he caught a subtle fluctuation of magic power coming from afar under constant vigilance and watching.
And the target of that trace of fluctuation is the so-called Dementor.
Undoubtedly, Maca was certain at the time that it must be an order Haierbo sent to that guy.
Therefore, after thinking of this, he immediately set off and quickly followed the location where the magic wave was cast.
I remember Frena talking about wizard flying just now.
In fact, as long as the current Maca is willing, it can fly even without a book as a carrier.
Just like Haierbo, even his subordinates created through soul transformation can fly off the ground without the help of foreign objects, and Maca is naturally no problem.
It's just that doing that would take more concentration and waste a lot of mana, so he would rather continue flying on a book.
At this moment, he was stepping on the magic book and flying towards a certain Muggle building. The strong airflow was blocked by an invisible arc-shaped shield, pouring and spreading around him, leaving them all behind.
And right in front of him, there was a magical looming in a window—that was his destination this time.
According to Haierbo's many behaviors today, Maca is almost certain that Haierbo himself is not in that room. Maybe he was there just now, but if you want to talk about it now... that's probably already a trap.
It's a pity that Maca is not worried about any traps now, what he is worried about is that he is not fast enough!
Clang clang!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of glass shattering, Maca slammed into the room head-on without even the slightest hesitation.
In the next second, a dazzling light erupted from the room, illuminating all the windows in that room.
In the next second, Maca flew out of the broken window again, holding another special edition dementor with a slightly different appearance in his hand.
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