Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Aberforth, it's okay, come in quickly!"

Hearing Kingsley's cry from the door of the Broken Cauldron Bar, Aberforth did not hesitate, and Yiyan retreated to them.

Just now, the lunatic who was blown down by his explosive curse suffered another stone smash. Although the opponent still forcibly rolled and avoided when he fell to the ground, he was still broken by an arm.Right now, that guy finally knew he was going to retreat.

However, although a mad wizard retired, more ordinary dark wizards were attracted by the sound of battle.Aberforth, no matter how good at fighting, knew that he couldn't fight so many people on his own.

After retreating into the bar door, watching the magic barrier rise again after a short period of time, he twisted his shoulders and said casually to Kingsley and the others:

"It seems that even if that bastard is really a madman, he can only be said to be'limited madness'... A true lunatic will not choose to retreat just because of a broken arm.

But beside Aberforth, Kingsley shook his head.

"No," he said, "When I took people outside to fight them, I also met a madman who was similar to the one just now... You know? Even if we blow up a whole leg, that fellow They are still crawling toward us with their hands on the ground frantically!"

Speaking of this, Kingsley couldn't help but cautiously said:

"So let me see, the reason why the madman outside suddenly retreats may be due to other reasons...Look, there are so many dark wizards outside now, but none of them are as thick as him with outstanding fighting ability. . So I think someone may be calling the lead past in a way we didn’t notice!"

Before the words fell, Sirius frowned.

"You mean... Helbo?"

"Huh," Aberforth frowned and snorted. "Who else can be besides the old immortal?"

Even if he hardly leaves the pig's head bar on weekdays, he obviously has a lot of information and information.If you don't know it well, at least it might not be much worse than Kingsley and Sirius.

And this is because he not only has the ciphertext of the information that Lupin sends daily, but he himself has accumulated many sources of information for selection and reference over the years.

You know, in the Order of the Phoenix in the early years, Aberforth would often help his brother Albus to collect all kinds of gossip, both overt and under.

Not long after, the three people who finally met in this bar talked casually about Helbo, and they put aside these clueless guesses for the time being.

And I heard Sirius suddenly turn to say:

"Aberforth, why did you come here? Did you finally figure it out today and decide to come and help?"

Aberforth has never been willing to participate in actual struggles, unless the dark wizard ran into his pig's head bar to make trouble, otherwise he has always been quite low-key.

In the final analysis, this is also because he has never really thought about participating in the Order of the Phoenix and working hard for a common goal.

It was only his sister Ariana's last wish that drove him to join the Order of the Phoenix.

To be honest, although Aberfors had a good heart, he was just a much more selfish man than his brother Albus from beginning to end. He didn't have any great ambition and dedication.

"It's just that Lupin insists that I come over and give you a hand," he casually waved his hand. "I can say it first. From this time on, no matter what happens, I won't come to mix up-I will I don’t know how many years I can live. Instead of dying outside, I wish I could die in my broken bar!"

"Oh," Sirius looked at his extremely sturdy body, and couldn't help grinning. "How come I feel that we must die first if we die?"

"Okay," Kingsley hurriedly said as the two of them moved the topic further and further, "Anyway, I think that guy's retreat is suspicious. It's better to send a few people behind to see the situation secretly... What do you think?"

...

Although the situation in the Diagon Alley Line is not good, it is good that it cannot be said to be the epitome of the entire city of London.After all, there are more and more dark wizards there, just because they are all attracted by the series of battles.

In fact, fighting everywhere in the city of London at this moment is steadily declining due to the gathering effect on the Broken Cauldron Bar.

So it can even be said that the current chaos in London is still somewhat calming down and improving.

But, of course, the premise is that there will be no major changes in the next time.

At this moment, Maca was in the hall downstairs in St Mungo, waiting for information about the situation after the comprehensive screening of the Black House.

As long as he finds someone dangling outside, he has to check whether he is his own, and then decide whether to lift Saint Mungo's closure and let people in.

But it is worth mentioning that although it is late at night, he is not lonely.

"...So, I decided to go back and take a trip to the American magical world. The Muggle film and television industry over there is more developed. I will definitely still learn a lot from Yankees this time! Hey, yes, Mike Ryan... Speaking of American movies, do you know? In the second half of next year, China and the United States will co-produce a movie. I heard that it is called "Summer Love"..."

Listening to Lockhart's whispers there, although Maca didn't say anything, he was somewhat annoyed in his heart.

But he also didn't expect that this guy really likes the Muggle filming performances now, and sometimes he would rather go to the Muggle theater to eat fast food and hang around for a few days.

Really, Maca is quite envious of living like this to be able to do what he likes.

"Okay, okay, if you really like acting with Muggles so much, then don't waste your time by chatting with me. With this effort, you might as well find some scripts to recite the lines. Is it much more meaningful to show off in front of me?"

After he drove Lockhart aside, he gained a little peace, and sat down on the bench at the entrance of the hall to continue pondering those questions.

But at this moment, two figures lightly walked downstairs, bypassing the refugees sleeping on the floor in the hall, and came to Maca's side.

"Maca, don't you go up and have a rest? What can you tell us, we can stare here for you—"

"Oh, are you guys?"

Macallo lifted his head slightly, and smiled at Neville and Hannah before him.

"It's okay, it's so late, go to bed!" He said, "I'm still waiting for someone here. I can only do this by myself."

As he spoke, he pointed to the wall next to him—since St. Mungo’s window couldn't see the real situation outside, it really couldn't be left to others.

"Ah...really?" Neville nodded suddenly, "Okay...but we didn't fall asleep either. You know, I guess many people won't get a good night's sleep tonight."

While talking, Neville and Hannah both glanced into the hall subconsciously.It can be seen that many people in the waiting hall where the lights have long been turned off turn over from time to time, and it is indeed difficult for most of them to sleep.

"Then sit down for a while!" Maca shrugged, "but I have to say, you better have to rest as much as possible for a while... well, including myself. I've also said it right now—not today Tonight or tomorrow, anyway, starting from today, I am afraid that there will be no peace during this period of time."

"Really...is this serious?"

Hannah asked in a low voice beside Neville, seemingly a little disturbed.Upon seeing this, Neville hurriedly reached out and put his arms around her shoulders, gently comforting her.

But when Maca heard her asking, she could only squeeze a smile again, and then turned to:

"Don't worry, I will find a way."

"If there is a need, we can help!" Neville said, "My grandma has always hoped that I can live fearlessly like Mom and Dad since I was a child... I may not be able to do this in the past. But now I think I am ready."

"I will also help," Hannah immediately followed. "I have been learning how to be a therapist this school year. I believe I can also provide you with strength."

"Oh, that's great," Maca nodded slightly, but he sighed slightly in his heart, and listened to him immediately, "But you really don't consider taking your family to the burrow, or anything else. Where to avoid it?"

In fact, after arriving at St Mungo, Maca had also been to the ward on Neville's side.But I never thought that Neville's willingness to stay was even stronger than Hermione and the others.

Perhaps this is indeed what Neville said, because the inheritance of his family and the will of his family has gradually continued to his own body.

But in fact, after talking with Neville and Hannah today, Neville still came to find Maca afterwards.

Obviously, although he wanted to stay, he didn't want Hanna to stay with him in this dangerous place.

He and his father are always different people.Back then, his parents would both devote themselves to the task of perilous resistance in order to oppose Voldemort, but he seemed unwilling to follow his parents.

I have to say that with almost everyone in Hermione and the others hoping to stay, Maca really didn't know whether to agree to Neville's request and only send Hannah away from London.

After all, he didn't have the qualifications to make decisions for Hannah anyway.

Seeing Neville and Hannah sitting down opposite each other and leaning together affectionately, he couldn't help but sigh secretly that the emotions between people are sometimes really complicated and embarrassing.

At this moment, when he saw Macalho turned his head, he seemed to feel something suddenly.

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