Mr. Taon's life is not stable.

As he once mentioned with Maca.Because of Voldemort's persecution, his father could only take him away from home when he was still young, and sneaked from the corner of the magical world to a corner of the Muggle world, and lived a lifeless life.

Yes, he thinks that his life should be described by the word "living for a living".

After all, although he is a dumb gun, he is not born like this.

He has also experienced magical rampages and studied in Durmstrand for several years, and even his magical talent is not lost to most of his peers.

However, in order not to be followed by that damn Tom Riddle, and to keep the last bloodline in his family to continue, his father personally abolished him.

Why do you want to do this?Is there really such a need to remain anonymous at all costs?

Or in other words, what kind of hatred does Tom Riddle have with their family?

This is undoubtedly a secret, even he didn't know it until his father died.

However, those old things are obviously no longer important now.

Voldemort is dead, and his son Ensi has returned to the magical world. I heard that his academic performance is pretty good.

This seems to be sufficient.

But never thought that the emergence of Helbo turned the entire UK... and even the entire European magic world into chaos.

Another more terrifying wizarding war, as if it would completely break out at any time.

Well, no, hasn't this already begun?

"Mr."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice rang in the room behind him, making Ta Weng who was standing by the window peeking out suddenly startled.

"Who?"

While alertly asking questions, Taon turned his head slightly, only to find that there was obviously no one in the room except himself.

But the next moment he frowned, a figure suddenly appeared from the bedside, looking at him calmly.

"Hello, I am the Auror of the Ministry of Magic. Judging from your peeping into the battle outside the window and how you behave when you see me now, you should not be a Muggle?"

It can be seen that the wizard who suddenly appeared in his house is wearing a brown coat without much expression on his face.Coupled with this official attitude, it seems that he is indeed a rigid Auror.

When Taun was young, most of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic felt this way.

Of course, the long pole in the opponent's hand seems a bit strange...is it the latest alchemy prop?

"I'm really not a Muggle..." Taon thought about it, then murmured impatiently, "However, I'm a dumb gun."

After a casual grunt, he squinted at the self-proclaimed Auror and said, "What are you going to do when you break into my house?"

"Of course I ask you to go to the refuge point," the other party still calmly said, "At present, the London city is quite dangerous, even if it is hidden indoors, it will not be very safe. In order to ensure that the vast majority of people are not in danger of life, Minister Scrimgeour has personally dispatched a search and rescue mission. For your personal safety, please actively cooperate with my work."

Seeing that the other party had finished speaking very stylizedly, he raised his hand on one side and signaled Taon to follow him out of here. Taon couldn't help but curl his lips.

What he likes the most is to give orders to people, and the most annoying is to be given orders.

However, Taweng didn't have any resistance to the refuge. Now it is indeed very dangerous outside. He is a dumb gun and can't go out at all.Once an enemy comes in, the consequences are obvious.

Therefore, even though Taung didn't have the slightest affection for the Auror, he still walked towards the door of the room.

After Taung opened the door and walked out, the Auror followed him out.

Just when I walked through the living room to the door, I didn't know which of Taweng had made the mistake. Suddenly he asked ironically:

"San Mungo and Diagon Alley are the refuge points, right? Why, this time it is not the priority to receive wizards, and even dumb guns like me have a place?"

"Ok?"

The Auror walking behind him heard the words, but seemed to have not heard the inexplicable sarcasm in his tone, and said indifferently:

"There are three shelters in the city this time. Except for the fact that St Mungo is currently overcrowded and can only accept the wounded in principle, the other two do not distinguish between refugees. Especially the Quidditch Museum, I heard Most Muggles were rescued..."

"Oh?" Taweng raised his eyebrows when he heard it, "This is really rare."

After all, he stretched out his hand to open the door, and then walked out without hesitation.

To be honest, in terms of the degree of danger outside, even many wizards did not dare to go out easily, not to mention that he was still a dumb gun that couldn't release the spell.

Is it because there is still no clear understanding of the external situation?

The "Auror" who followed looked at Taon's back and hesitated for a while, and then followed.

"who!"

There was an Auror squad fighting the mad wizard on the street. As soon as they saw two people walking out of the house on the street side in tandem, Shi Shiran glanced over here.

Seeing this, the "Auror" behind Taon said hello:

"I'm from the search and rescue team, send him to the broken cauldron bar."

That squad was fighting fiercely with the enemy, and it didn't have much effort at first.Upon hearing this, the leading elite Auror nodded and said:

"Be careful, and... be careful to distinguish the identity of the asylum."

No way, Taonna's self-acting appearance is a bit suspicious no matter how you look at it, no wonder the other party will add such a reminder.

"Ok, I know."

After the same nod, he quickened his pace and chased Taon who had walked some distance down the street.

However, before he could say anything, Taweng in front of him suddenly asked:

"How is the situation at Hogwarts? My son is still going to school over there... Don't wait for the end of the study tour plan, but even the school is gone!"

"I don't know about that," the Auror, who was chasing behind Tavon again, couldn't help but casually said, "It should be okay? Anyway, there is still that McLean holding on, right?"

When the Auror uttered the surname "McLean", a subtle expression flashed across his face, but Taun, who was walking in front, did not see it.

At this moment, the "Auror" was holding the top of the long stick in his hand, and suddenly it flickered slightly.