"Aberforth, it's okay, come in quickly!"
Hearing Kingsley's shout from the door of the Leaky Cauldron, Aberforth retreated towards them without hesitation.
Just now, the lunatic who was knocked down by his explosive spell withstood another stone attack. Although the opponent still rolled forcibly to avoid it after falling to the ground, an arm was still broken. Now, that guy finally knew he had to retreat.
However, although one crazy wizard retreated, more ordinary dark wizards were attracted by the sound of fighting. No matter how good Aberforth was in fighting, he knew that he could not defeat so many people by himself.
After retreating into the bar door and watching the magic barrier rise again after a short period of time being lifted, he twisted his shoulders and casually said to Kingsley and the others:
"It seems that even if that bastard is really crazy, he can only be said to be 'limitedly crazy'... A real lunatic will not choose to retreat just because he has a broken arm."
But next to Aberforth, Kingsley shook his head.
"No," he said, "When I led people to fight with them outside, I also encountered a lunatic similar to the one just now... Do you know? Even if a whole leg was blown off by our combined efforts, that guy would still be dead. He was also frantically clawing at the ground with his hands and crawling toward us!"
Speaking of this, Kingsley couldn't help but said cautiously:
"So let me see, there may be other reasons why the madman outside suddenly retreated... You see, there are many dark wizards outside, but none of them has the same outstanding fighting ability as him. Therefore, I feel that someone may be summoning the leader’s past in a way that we are not aware of!”
Before he finished speaking, Sirius raised his eyebrows.
"You mean... Haierbo?"
"Hmph," Aberforth frowned and snorted, "Who else could it be besides that old immortal?"
Even though he rarely leaves the Pig's Head Bar on weekdays, he obviously has a lot of information. Not to mention knowing everything, at least it might not be much worse than Kingsley and Sirius.
And this is all because he not only has the secret text of Lu Ping's daily delivery information, but he has also accumulated many intelligence sources for reference over the years.
You know, in the early years of the Order of the Phoenix, Aberforth would often help his brother Albus collect various overt or covert gossips.
Not long after, the three people who finally met in this bar casually chatted a few words about Haierbo. They put aside these clueless speculations for the time being.
And heard Sirius suddenly turn around and say:
"Aberforth, why are you here? Did you finally figure it out today and decide to help?"
Aberforth has always been unwilling to participate in actual struggles. Unless a dark wizard comes to cause trouble in his Pig's Head pub, he has always been quite low-key.
In the final analysis, this is because he has never really thought about joining the Order of the Phoenix and working hard to contribute to a common goal.
What drove him to join the Order of the Phoenix was his sister Ariana's last wish.
To be honest, although Aberforth has a good heart, he is just a much more selfish man than his brother Albus from the beginning to the end. He does not have any great ambitions and dedication.
"It's just that Lu Ping insists that I come over to help you," he waved his hand casually and said, "I have already promised that after this time, no matter what happens again, I will not come to interfere - I won't. Knowing how many years I have left to live, I would rather die in my shabby bar than die outside!"
"Oh," Sirius looked at his extremely strong body and couldn't help but grinned, "Why do I think that if we die, we will definitely die first?"
"Okay," Kingsley said hurriedly as he listened to the two people taking the topic further and further, "Anyway, I think that guy's retreat is suspicious. It's best to send a few people to chase him secretly to see what's going on... You guys? What do you think?"
…
Although the situation at the defensive line in Diagon Alley is not good, fortunately, it cannot be said to be a microcosm of the entire urban area of London. After all, the number of dark wizards there is increasing, just because they were attracted by the sound of a series of battles.
In fact, the fighting everywhere in London at the moment is decreasing due to the gathering effect at the Leaky Cauldron.
So it can even be said that the current chaotic situation in London is faintly showing signs of calming down and getting better.
But, of course, the premise is that no big changes will happen in the coming time.
At this moment, Maka was in the hall downstairs of St. Mungo's, waiting for information on the situation that had been comprehensively screened by Blake's old house.
Whenever he found someone wandering outside, he had to check to see if it was one of his own, and then decide whether to lift the seal of St. Mungo's and let the person in.
But it is worth mentioning that although it is late at night, he is not lonely.
"...So, I decided to go back to the wizarding world in the United States. The Muggle film and television industry there is relatively developed. I will definitely learn a lot from the Americans this time! Oh, by the way, MacLean … Speaking of American movies, did you know? In the second half of next year, China and the United States will co-produce a movie. I heard it is called "Summer Love"... "
Listening to Lockhart chattering in her ears, although Maka didn't say anything, she felt a little annoyed.
But he didn't expect that this guy really likes Muggle filming and performance activities. Sometimes he would rather go to the Muggle theater to eat fast food or hang out there for a few days.
To be honest, Maka is quite envious of a life like this where she can do what she likes.
"Okay, okay, if you really like acting with Muggles, then don't waste your time chatting with me. If you don't have time, you might as well find some scripts to memorize your lines. This is not as good as doing it with me. How much more meaningful is it to show off in front of me?”
After driving Lockhart aside, he got some peace and sat down on the bench at the entrance of the hall to continue pondering those questions.
But at this moment, two figures suddenly walked down from upstairs, bypassed the refugees sleeping on the floor in the hall, and came to Maka's side.
"Maka, why don't you go up and take a rest? If you have anything to tell us, we can keep an eye on it for you -"
"Oh, is it you?"
Maca raised her head slightly, looked at Neville and Hannah in front of her and smiled.
"It's okay, it's so late, go to bed!" He said, "I'm still waiting for someone here, I can only do this myself."
As he spoke, he pointed to the wall beside him - since the real situation outside could not be seen from the windows of St. Mungo's, there was really no way to leave this matter to others.
"Ah... Really?" Neville nodded suddenly, "Okay... But we came down because we really couldn't sleep. You know, many people probably won't be able to get a good night's sleep tonight."
While talking, both Neville and Hannah subconsciously glanced into the hall. It can be seen that many people in the waiting hall where the lights have been turned off are turning over from time to time. It is indeed difficult for most of them to fall asleep.
"Then sit down for a while!" Maka shrugged, "But I have to say, you'd better try to rest as much as possible for a while... Well, including myself. I've said it bluntly now - not to mention tonight or Tomorrow, starting from today anyway, I’m afraid there will be no peace for the rest of this period.”
"Is it really... so serious?"
Hannah asked quietly next to Neville, looking a little uneasy. Seeing this, Neville quickly put his arm around her shoulders and comforted her gently.
When Maka heard her asking this question, she could only squeeze out a smile again, and then turned around and said:
"Don't worry, I will find a way."
"If there is a need, we can all help!" Neville said, "My grandma has always wanted me to live fearlessly like my parents since I was a child... I might not have been able to do this in the past, but Now I think I'm ready."
"I will help too," Hannah immediately followed. "I have been learning how to be a therapist this school year. I believe I can also provide some strength to everyone."
"Oh, that's great," Maka nodded slightly, but sighed slightly in her heart, and then heard him say immediately, "But, you really don't think about taking your family to the Burrow or other places. Where can I take shelter?"
In fact, Maka had also been to Neville's ward after arriving at St. Mungo's. But I never thought that Neville's desire to stay was even more determined than Hermione and the others.
Perhaps this is indeed what Neville said, because the inheritance of his family and his family's will gradually extended to himself.
But in fact, after talking to Neville and Hannah today, Neville went to see Maka alone afterwards.
Obviously, although he wanted to stay, he didn't want Hannah to stay in this dangerous place with him.
He and his father have always been two different people. Back then, his parents would both join in dangerous rebellion missions to oppose Voldemort, but he seemed unwilling to follow his parents' lead.
It had to be said that with Hermione and almost everyone else wanting to stay, Maka really didn't know whether to agree to Neville's request and just send Hannah away from London.
After all, no matter what, he was not qualified to make decisions for Hannah.
Seeing Neville and Hannah sitting down across from each other and leaning close to each other, he couldn't help but secretly lament that the emotions between people are sometimes really complicated and embarrassing.
At this moment, he saw Maca slightly tilting his head, as if he suddenly felt something.