If the wizard can be seen by Muggles, all kinds of magical creatures cannot be seen by Muggles. So, when those wizards born through blood transformation appeared in Muggle's eyes ...

What will they look like?

Maca wasn't sure, but he could always understand one thing from Victor's astonished eyes-what Muggle could really see!

Withdrawing his gaze from the old Victor, he turned his head again and looked away again.

It was a dementor, and it was different from the previous shape. Its black cloak is flowing and complete like a veil, its eyes are seeing red blood, and its flying speed is much faster than the ordinary dementors.

More importantly, its palms are still full of flesh and blood, not as thin and nearly dead as the average dementor.

However, Maca actually discovered that the "dementor" can be said to be a mammoth wave of magic, but it still has a regular feature derived from the wizard.

Like this magic wave, Maca has only been seen on two non-humanoids: one is a wizard in the state of Animagus; and the other is a bloodline transformation like Millian And transformed into a magical wizard.

Watching the extraordinary Dementor whirl around a tall building, Maca easily thought of the only culprit candidate-the despicable Haierbo.

Not to mention who besides the dead old Youen can master this level of bloodline transformation technology, judging from creatures such as the "Dementor", Haierbo, the maker, is most likely to be in trouble .

"Can you all see it?"

Maca casually asked Victor and his son, and she was ready to take out her staff at any time. As long as the special-shaped Dementor no longer hovered like that, but slightly changed, he would immediately shoot.

Because he knew that even if the barrier between the magic world and the Muggle world would be broken again someday, it should not be now.

In particular, it should not be broken in this "bad form".

"Of course it can! Is your eye short-sighted?" Even in doubt, Old Victor's tone of voice was still so rushing.

Behind him, his son, Victor Jr., did not have the stinky temper of his father, but it seemed far worse than his mental capacity.

"Oh ... what is that? Can't you see that gray, translucent, translucent shadow?" He said sharply, "I can feel the chill for so far ... hey Are you really invisible? Don't scare me! "

"I naturally saw it ..."

Marka reached out and touched his arm, then motioned towards Old Victor.

"I suggest you take your father to hide in the woods first. I'll look over there."

"Hey!"

As soon as he had finished speaking, before he could open his legs, he was pulled by his arm.

"What have you done in the past? Who knows if the thing is a ghost or an alien ... I watch all kinds of messy events on TV, and most curious people will follow the mold, or don't go for fun!"

"Relax! Scotland Yard is much closer than we are--"

The "Scotland Field" in Maca's mouth is actually another name for the London Police. However, because of this, he was a little bit murmured ... Since this incident originated in the downtown area, Muggle witnesses can be quite a lot, so subsequent processing will become much more troublesome.

Of course, this time it is obviously far less than the previous big scene of "Wizards and large magical creatures gathered in Haifa".

After gently pulling his arm out of the opponent's hand, Maca quickly ran forward. It was just before leaving that he left a small "mark" for the father and son by hand, after all, after that he planned to ask a few more words!

However, he did not expect that he had not run far, and Victor Jr. even caught up. If this guy can take a few more steps, he will have a chance to flash into the woods next to him and cast a magic spell on him.

"what happened?"

Marka looked at the slightly breathless uncle next to her, and she was already thinking about whether to give him a magic spell such as confusion.

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"Daddy ... I have to follow you and tell me to accompany you to take a closer look ..." He said with a doubt, "Seriously, I didn't figure out what he wanted me to see ... see how the translucent monster killed me? If he hadn't forced me ... "

"Ok?"

After hearing what he said, Maca suddenly felt a little strange-why did old Victor say so? Isn't that weird old drunk man ... in fact, it's a little special dumb cannon?

Unfortunately, Maca did not sense any signs of magical activity from the opponent's body. Theoretically, even the magic of dumb artillery still has a certain activity-even that activity can be said to be extremely weak.

And old Victor ... even if it wasn't, at least it wasn't a general type of dumb cannon.

"If this is the case, then you follow it!" Maca thought for a while, "but if you just run like this, I don't think you can keep up ..."

I don't know what he thought of. In short, he seems to be willing to bring this "dumb" in the true sense.

"Remember, what you see next will probably be forgotten in the future. So ... if you can enjoy this excitement, just look at it a bit more!"

After all, I saw Maca dragging it into the woods by the road. After a while, two figures that few people could see suddenly burst out of the forest, and then flew high into the distance.

In the back mountain garden of Greenwich Park, Old Victor still looked at the gray phantom in the distance, but he was unaware of Maca and his son who were also flying in the air.

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"Roar--"

Ordinary dementors don't make any noise, not to mention this extremely infiltrating roar. However, this particular Dementor will.

Below this tall building, the Muggles on the streets are already in chaos. Even though the translucent monster hasn't done anything to hurt people, some people who have escaped have appeared in the crowd.

As for the remaining part, most of them gathered around and looked up.

For a while, there were people whispering, screaming, and whispering at this crossroads, and even the monster pointing at the air was laughing and laughing.

When Makati wandered into the neighborhood with his pale-faced little Victor, he was in a mess.

Landing on the top of an inconspicuous office building, he lifted the floating mantra on Little Victor's body, and saw the other person's legs slumped.

"This ... what the **** is going on? Fly? Did you just fly? I will fly?" Victor, holding the cement board under him, kept loudly, "Is this world crazy, or Am I crazy? "

Standing on the edge of the building, Maca looked at the dementor on the opposite side without looking back:

"You should be crazy in this world!"

He was just watching now, and did not directly go to solve the dementor.

Because he knew very well that Haierbo was likely to be nearby. If you do not dig out this source, simply dealing with that dementor is not only of little significance, but also adds danger to yourself.

Haierbo is not an ordinary character. His previous failures have taught him enough lessons.

However, at this time Maca was not just watching. In this situation, he continued to talk to Victor Jr., which was a bit puzzling.

Just listen to him say this Muggle behind him:

"In fact, I can explain it briefly for you ... For example, my identity is actually a" witcher "and I can use all kinds of strange" magic ". It is dangerous to circle around the tall building opposite. Dark magic creature. "

"Wizard? Magic?" Victor Jr. heard, suddenly surprised and even forgotten, "Do you mean, the 'magic' in those myths?"

"Part of it is similar!" Maca shrugged, but her eyes were still wandering around ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ oh ... ha! magic? "

Perhaps everything was so bizarre that Victor Jr couldn't help but laugh strangely, but there was no half-smile.

"Well ... To be honest, if I hadn't flown just once, I wouldn't believe it ..." After he had been tangled with chaos for a while, he tentatively asked again, "The ... witch like you "Are there so many? Why am I so big and have I never seen it? There haven't been any reports in newspapers or on TV ..."

Maca shook her head immediately:

"If you have to say it, there are still some traces in the news media-for example, if you see an inexplicable incident on it, it may be related to the 'witcher'."

Speaking of which, he saw his hands spread again.

"As for the number of wizarding groups ..." he roughly estimated, "Well, the clear registration in the whole UK seems to have risen to 5,000 recently, but if you count the number of black households ... maybe more than 10,000?"

"So much--" Victor Jr. just thought it was a lot, but quickly shook his head. "Uh, okay ... is this more or less?"

"It's already a lot," Maca said. "As far as I know, just pushing back ten years, that number will be reduced by almost half ... it will be even less."

I don't know why he was. At this time, he was still talking about the increase and decrease of the magic world's population in the same Muggle. Although at the same time, his search for Haierbo did not actually fall by half.

"And the so-called 'monster' you see now comes from the hand of some 'most dangerous black household.'"

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