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When Scrimgeour was visiting the Prime Minister's House, he wanted to give the Muggle Prime Minister a shot against the large number of wizards entering the country in the second half of the event, just in case. Just 4.5 miles east of the Prime Minister's House, a terrible explosion scared everyone on the shores of the River Tam.

That's right, even Maca, who happened to be walking along the Tam River to the next Muggle family, was shocked by the loud noise.

To say that in the period when the Death Eaters had not yet bowed their heads, what exploded was just commonplace, but what is going on now? Just look at the fire and smoke that lit in the distance, and the scale of the explosion was not a trivial matter!

Maca stood there just for a moment to think, and immediately set herself a magic spell to hide her body, and then went straight to the scene.

Judging by the location, the place where the billowing smoke was located was Canary Wharf in the middle of the Tam River. When Maca got closer, he immediately heard a groaning and groaning mixed into his ears.

"That's ... the shopping center?"

Just at the entrance of Churchill Plaza Shopping Center, several pieces of debris that had long lost sight of what was originally scattered on the side of the square, leaving a dark scorch on the damaged ground.

Nearby, the panic-like Muggle crowd desperately squeezed out, exclaiming and screaming one after another.

However, those who can run are actually lucky.

Because the source of the explosion was too close to the entrance of the shopping center, not only were the bricks and stones scattered inside and outside the door, but even the window glass on the second and even third floors was shattered. And on the ground there, people lying and moaning can be seen almost everywhere, and there are still some who are still motionless and don't know whether it is life or death.

Blood, dust, smoke, and broken walls, looking at the scars at a glance, are like a picture of **** on earth.

Maca had just settled on the top of the surrounding buildings. When he saw that the scene was actually such a tragedy, he hesitated.

He didn't feel any traces of magic here-logically, if it was caused by magic, the magic fluctuations left by the explosion must be quite obvious. It can be seen that this explosion should not be caused by the wizard, but a pure Muggle incident.

As far as the magic world's response to the Muggle world's emergency principles is concerned, he shouldn't intervene now. Whether it is to save people with good intentions or robbery while on fire, it is not allowed. Of course, even if he doesn't care about the constraints of the Ministry of Magic, he understands how much, if you choose to intervene in an event of this magnitude, the final work is not easy.

"Ok?"

He was hesitant, and his brows frowned slightly, and those deep eyes were thrown directly behind the black wreckage near the center of the explosion. There, he faintly sensed a trace of extremely slight magic wave residue.

Yes, it seems ... there doesn't seem to be a trace of magic here!

If this is actually related to the wizard, then there is no need to hesitate so much. With only a moment's flick, Maca flew down there quickly.

When Maca passed over the unrecognizable black wreckage, and landed not far away, a group of corpses, which had been blown out like the wreckage, carried their backs, facing in the opposite direction of the explosion Curled up on the ground.

The traces on the ground can be seen that there should be some obstacles to resist the damage behind the corpse, but it was completely destroyed in the previous violent explosion, leaving only a small solitary gray on the ground. .

"This--"

Taking a closer look, Maca couldn't help but frown even more. Not only that, when he saw the scene on the ground, he spit out a **** very rarely.

With a wave of his hand, leaving a curse that disturbed his sight in this small area, he walked two steps and hurried to the corpse. This man must be unsaved. Even a wizard who claims to be able to heal any trauma quickly cannot save a dead person.

What Ke Ma Ka cared about at the moment was another life hidden in this man's arms.

The body of the corpse had been blown up incompletely, and a large amount of dark red blood had even soaked the ground, let alone the tragic appearance on his body. But Maca didn't care that the dripping flesh had stained her robes and hands, and quickly pulled away the corpse.

It was a little boy in his early teens, covered with dust and blood. Maca gave him a quick check, and there was nothing missing from head to toe.

"Is this really the case?"

The child was still in a deep coma, and a tiny wave of magic wave was beating inside his body, which seemed to be a fainting caused by a mental overdraft. But on his body, there were no slight scars, and even the exposed arms and ankles were intact. As for the blood, it was all brought to him by the corpse that guarded him.

I have to say that this is really an unspeakable coincidence.

Maca himself was run away in a car accident until Dumbledore told him that he was worthy of knowing the truth of the year; but this child also got the same as Maca in an explosion. Encounter.

It was also a vicious accident, and even without your knowledge, it was even ...

Maca cast another medical curse to check her condition, and the subject was the body that had been removed by him—this was indeed a woman.

"... luck and misfortune can sometimes be the same thing, right?"

The so-called misfortune is naturally the death of the mother; the so-called luck, however, is their own survival. Life is precious. Put more mercy on those who are still living. This is exactly what Dumbledore's life is about.

After the innocent boy was silently put back into his mother's arms, the maca who recovered the scene remained in a stealth state away from the place. In order to prevent the Muggle police from seeing the anomaly, he also adjusted the posture of the child's mother to protect the boy completely in his arms.

There are still unreasonable places, but let the so-called "miracle" explain it!

He stood in the distance and looked over there, and the whistle of a siren had sounded in his ear, but he did not leave the place immediately.

This is undoubtedly a disaster in the Muggle world. The dark wreckage at the center of the explosion looks a bit like the chassis of some large vehicle. Maca could not help but speculate that this might be an artificial car bomb incident.

However, in this typical Muggle disaster, a little sprout in the magic world was mixed, which meant that Maca could not help but feel it.

As for the truth of this incident ...

"In the future ... Should I tell the boy this useless fact?"

When he heard Dumbledore tell the truth himself, Maca only considered that his mood was complicated, but had no more free time to think about Dumbledore's mind. Now that it was his turn, he finally realized the unspeakable puppet.

People often understand that it takes courage to experience misery; but they usually don't know it, and sometimes telling misery also needs a real courage.

Not long after, the police and ambulance hurried to the scene, hurriedly pulled up the isolation belt, and hurry up to rescue the wounded but had time to rescue the wounded. For a while, here was another kind of chaos mixed with order.

While Maca was standing in the shade of the tree opposite the square, looking at the chaos on the other side, and contemplating, he found a more obvious wave of magic coming from behind into his sensing range.

When he looked back, the source of the magic wave was still an acquaintance.

"Isn't this the Minister?" Maca raised an eyebrow slightly. "How could he show up here ... oh? Ah!"

In the shadow of a building not far away is Mr. Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic. But today he is not alone, but a Muggle man with a white hair and glasses.

Although the man in a suit and leather shoes looked very stylish, and even ignored his pale hair, it was hard to see that he was actually very old. But after all, it was a Muggle-when Maca sensed the magic wave for the first time, the old gentleman who looked a little familiar was not in it.

When Maca thought about it, she just walked over.

"Mr. Scrimgeour?" Marka, who showed her figure aside, greeted Mr. Minister casually, but startled the old man by the shoulder.

"Is Mr. McLean?" Scrimgeour saw Maca ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ there was a hard smile on his face, although it was better not to laugh, "Is this you near here when the explosion happened? Anything found? "

It is indeed the wizard who climbed up from the director of Auror's office. When he saw the case, he habitually wanted to inquire about the case.

"Yeah! I was walking along the banks of the Tam River just now--some small work in the school," Maca explained a little, "... I heard the explosion and came along in the firelight. You see, That was probably the wreckage of a car's chassis. I think it should be a premeditated bomber ... of course, it's Muggle's side. "

"It must be that damn" ira2 "again ..." The old man on the side whispered, he probably thought that his voice was quiet enough, but Maca and Scrimgeour heard it all.

Of course, they heard nothing, they didn't care about the dispute between Muggles and Muggles.

"Oh, is this the current Muggle Prime Minister?" Maca awakened suddenly. "This is a rare big man, the Prime Minister, and I'm glad to meet you."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand.