After hearing what happened from his neighbor Mr. Wilson, Wendell still did not dare to tell his wife easily. But now, at least he has understood that going out casually will be a very dangerous thing.
So in order to ensure the safety of his family, he decided to stay at home for a while and check the situation before talking.
However, even if they were hiding in their home on the fourth floor, the various noises outside from time to time still made the couple feel uneasy. Even if Wendell didn't say anything, his wife was unconsciously aware of the changes in the city outside.
Not to mention anything else, just the sound of explosions that sounded far or near in the fog outside was enough to make them nervous.
Especially on several occasions, the movement seemed to come from the alley downstairs, incredibly close.
There is no doubt that continuing to hide it will not only make the wife less frightened, but will also increase the fear of the unknown. Therefore, Wendell could only tell his wife about the so-called "thug".
But he didn't expect that while he was talking and wondering with his wife what kind of thugs dared to cause trouble in London, a black figure suddenly broke through the window of their home and fell suddenly on them. in front of.
There was only a loud "clang" sound, and their coffee table was instantly smashed to pieces.
"oh-"
Wendell and his wife were frightened because they discovered that the person who suddenly crashed in from the window was actually a living person! And the other party's hand, somehow still holds a broom
"you… "
Wendell pulled his wife behind him, then looked at the uninvited guest who had obviously fallen badly, and asked hesitantly and carefully:
"Are you OK?"
To be honest, he really didn't know what to ask. After all, this was on the fourth floor!
"Oh... not bad!" The other party used the broom as a crutch and pushed himself up. "If I had known this would happen, I should have put on armor even if it was a waste of time... my waist."
Then, under the surprised and uncertain gazes of the Wendells, the other party suddenly took out a small, delicate wooden stick from the inside of the strange robe, and waved it at the broken window.
“Repaired as good as new.”
The next moment, the Wendells saw the broken glass and wood chips flying all over the floor, and then put them back together on the window frame as if they were rewinding the tape. In just a blink of an eye, the broken window was restored.
After repairing the window, the other party turned around and shrugged:
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this in front of you! But now that London is like this, I think it's not a big deal for one more person to violate the "Secrecy Act."
"Well-"
Wendell's wife was stunned now, but Mr. Wendell was relatively well, at least he could still speak.
"This... sir, how did you crash into our home from the fourth floor window?" He said with a look of disbelief, "And, what happened just now? How did you repair the windows of our home?"
"Well, I'm really sorry for breaking into your house without permission - you know, it's too foggy outside," the other party said politely, "As for how I got here..."
As he spoke, he picked up the broom in his hand, shook it, and motioned to the couple:
"I'm a wizard, and wizards can ride broomsticks... I remember that was mentioned in your story books, right?"
Having said this, he bowed slightly and turned around:
"By the way, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself - I am Bill Weasley, and as I just said, I am a wizard. To express my apology, I think I have to give you a piece of advice - now in London Evil wizards have appeared in the city, and they are a bunch of murderous lunatics."
"I hope this news of mine can help you avoid unnecessary harm as much as possible."
Yes, this is Ron's brother Bill back - since Fred and George's wedding last time, he has returned to Egypt to do his work as a curse breaker.
But after hearing about the disaster in London this time, he immediately decided to come back again to see if there was anyone here who needed his help.
However, because the fog in London prevented him from apparating, he had to choose to fly in from the outskirts of the city on a broomstick. Because it was flying a little faster, it crashed into Wendel's house.
"Okay, I think I have to go!" After giving the Muggle couple a kind reminder, Bill picked up the broom and was about to open the window. "My brother Charlie is probably going to arrive soon, so I have to hurry up." Just go and join him."
"Why!"
Wendell didn't know why he stopped him, but he was confused by the other party's words and really needed a clearer explanation.
There was no way, just the fact that "a man in strange attire rode a broom and crashed in from the fourth floor window" was enough to make it impossible to easily deny the other party's "nonsense".
Not to mention, this Bill just repaired their windows with an amazing magic trick!
wizard? real or fake
When Bill heard him say "Hey", he couldn't help but paused, turned around and said:
"What's wrong? If you're scared, then hide under the bed or get into the closet!"
"ah?"
Wendell was stunned when he heard this.
"Then... can I escape what you call an 'evil wizard who kills without batting an eye'?"
"No, no, it's not possible," Bill said regretfully, "But I believe it can at least make you two feel more at ease!"
"What?" Wendell didn't care that he was still doubtful and asked loudly, "Mr. Weasley, wizard, can't you tell us how to ensure safety? Well, or, can you stay and protect us?"
"Oh, as I said just now, I'm rushing to join my brother..." Bill said awkwardly, "To be honest, it's not that I don't want to help you, but the most dangerous people now are those who are running away in the streets. You guys This is the fourth floor, so as long as you don’t go out, the possibility of being attacked is not high for the time being.”
Just as he was speaking, Bill, who had his back to the window, saw that the Wendells suddenly looked away from him and fell outside the window behind him.
As soon as he saw it, he quickly turned around to look, and then easily discovered the thing that attracted the attention of the Muggle couple.
It was a huge storm mixed with ice crystals and flames - obviously the gray fog in the city could not be blown away by any means, but at this moment, a hole was forced out over there.
It may sound complicated to say, but in fact it was just the moment when Bill looked back. In the next second, a series of violent explosions suddenly spread, shaking the window glass.
Obviously, that was the explosion caused by the confrontation between Maka and Helbo outside the entrance of St. Mungo's.
"Ouch!"
When Bill saw the terrifying scene, he immediately shook his head and decisively gave up the idea of running out now. He turned around again and said to the Wendells who were completely speechless:
"It seems that although I can't be here to protect you all the time, it's okay to at least sit with you for a while!"
Bill was undoubtedly an excellent wizard, and because of this, he understood better what the scene behind him meant.
He easily guessed that it must be Maka who took action, and Maka's opponent was probably Haierbo. A battle at this level would only cause chaos. Honestly, watching from the outside is the wisest choice. .
"Um?"
Just as he was talking, Bill suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow appearing in the distance. It was precisely because the explosion just now temporarily lifted part of the gray fog that he could inadvertently discover the location of the shadow.
But at the moment, the black shadow seems to be flying here from a distance, and the speed is extremely fast.
"That's... a fire dragon?"
Bill looked at it from a distance, and when he got a little closer, the outline of the shadow became clear.
"Is it Charlie?"
If anything, there are actually quite a few dragon trainers who can fly into the sky on dragons, but there are none who can control the fire dragon to fly in the direction they want.
By the way, although every dragon trainer probably has the dream of riding a fire dragon, wizards who really try to ride a dragon usually end up miserable.
However, although Bill did not think that Charlie could really tame the fire dragon, it seemed that he could only think of his younger brother Charlie to make a fire dragon appear over London at this moment.
However, before he could confirm whether there was anyone on the back of the fire dragon, he saw that the outline of the fire dragon became more and more obvious and suddenly swooped down and landed on the outskirts of the city.
"Okay!" Bill curled his lips, "Whether it's Charlie or not, at least the fire dragon should be controlled by someone. And the other party has obviously realized it. It's best not to fly around in the air at this time."
After thinking about this, he touched his chin and sat down on the chair next to him. Regardless of the speechless Wendells, he began to think about what to do next.
"...Mr. Wizard?"
Wendell finally came to his senses at this time - although he couldn't see magical creatures like the fire dragon, he could still see the ice and fire storm that exploded in the air.
Needless to say, the terrifying scene had shocked him so much that he could no longer question Bill's previous words.
"Mr. Wizard, this... this is really terrible. Can you please take us out of London? I can pay you pounds, I mean seriously-"
When Bill heard this, he didn't care that he interrupted his thinking, but then he showed a helpless expression.
"Unfortunately, as things stand, you cannot leave London."
"Please! Please save us!" Wendell quickly begged, "No, even if I can't... just my wife and daughter, really!"