Through this five-hour journey back, Maka gradually learned a lot about the rules of time.
Among them, there were some that he had already guessed and only needed to confirm with the help of stone balls; and naturally there were some that he could not know at all without personal testing.
As for his biggest gain during this trip, it was undoubtedly the so-called "safety limit" that he finally tried through Thomas's hands step by step.
Obviously, as long as Maka spends more effort on this basis afterwards... Let alone the method of saving Luna's life, at least he can always use the reaction of the stone ball to judge the danger of changing something to avoid The serious injury mentioned by Delphi happened again.
"Maka, then let's work with Mr. Thomas to send this lady to St. Mungo's first?"
Hearing Harry speak, he glanced at the woman saved by Thomas and then nodded gently.
"OK, all right."
Just now, Maka hit Thomas's heart with a few words. In addition, he also promised to let the Order of the Phoenix send people to protect his family. Soon Thomas made up his mind and agreed to stay and help.
Thomas' next task is to send the Muggle woman to St. Mungo's with Harry and Charlie, and then partner with the two to fight more soul collectors in the city.
There is no doubt that Thomas is actually scared in his heart, which can be seen from the fact that he hurriedly ran behind Harry when he saw Norberta before. But it is also obvious that he actually longs for change from the bottom of his heart.
This time, Maka took advantage of him without him knowing, but it was equivalent to giving him a great opportunity that was accompanied by danger.
"Oh, by the way, Maka, aren't you going to St. Mungo's with us?"
Seeing Harry suddenly turn around after taking a few steps, Maka immediately shrugged, smiled and shook her head.
"I just came out of there."
…
It should be said that night in London always comes a little early. From nightfall to five hours later, the whole night is actually only half over.
But just in this half of the night, the situation in the city has changed a lot.
Facts have proved that whenever things go well, there will always be times when things go wrong, even for Haierbo, who has been planning for a long time and is very cunning.
Due to the large number of wizards led by Sirius and the Muggle army borrowed by Kingsley from the Queen, the orderly large-scale battle made those crazy wizards very uncomfortable. In the past five hours, several battlefields had already sent good news to the Leaky Cauldron.
And because of Harry and Charlie's joint attack, the number of black-eyed wizards who have become executioners in the city is decreasing one by one.
For these soul collectors, who are not very large in number, this is obviously gradually becoming a big problem. Therefore, it is conceivable that Haierbo must not be in a good mood at the moment.
Therefore, when Lu Ping, who was responsible for the central coordination, was sorting out a lot of information, he suddenly discovered that since then, the news of witnessing the black-eyed wizards had suddenly become much less frequent.
"Are Harry and Charlie's operations so efficient?"
"Definitely not."
When Lupine was looking through the statistics, he suddenly heard a rough voice beside him. The voice was very distinctive, and he didn't even need to turn around to know that it was Aberforth who was back.
"How do you know?" Lu Ping said subconsciously, "You went to help them two?"
"No."
Aberforth sat down on the chair next to Lupine, then took Lupin's cup while talking to himself, and drank the already cold black tea in it.
"However, because I was on my way, I followed them for a while - those two little guys were really surprising, one was wielding the Gryffindor sword with great agility, and the other was riding a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon majestically. The coordination during battle is also quite good.”
As he was speaking, he snatched the statistical report from Lu Ping's hand and looked at it carefully, and then added:
"But it's impossible for them to clear out more than half of the black eyeballs that kill people all over the city so quickly... Look, there hasn't even been a single attack message in the past hour. How could it be so fast?"
Having said that, Aberforth slapped the document on the table, then raised his hand and scratched his messy white hair vigorously.
"So if I look at it, it must be Haierbo who suddenly called those guys back!"
"Really?" Lupine said hesitantly, "But Maka told me before, he said that Haierbo doesn't seem to be able to control the actions of those black-eyed wizards-those guys are not obedient at all?"
"Oh?" Aberforth asked, raising his eyebrows, but then waved his hand lazily, "Then I don't know, you can figure it out yourself!"
"Hey!"
Lupine was choked by his irresponsible words - if you don't know the truth, then don't say it like it's true! And in the end, he dropped the problem nonchalantly.
"Don't look at me with that look. I really don't have any ideas anyway." Aberforth shook his head and said, "Well, I have to go to Sirius in a while anyway, so I can help you with a run." … By the way, where is it? Behind Big Ben, right?”
"Hey," Lu Ping said quickly after hearing this, "Don't! You want to go to Haierbo's place? Isn't that asking for death? Although some people in the intelligence said that there is no one there anymore, but if Haierbo is hiding, let him Didn’t our spies find it?”
But when Aberforth heard this, he curled his lips and said:
"Isn't it just a life? If you lose it, you will lose it... I have lived long enough, and to be honest, there is not much meaning in living anymore. So for me, I might as well not live it from the beginning. Promise you to come; otherwise, go out and have a few good fights!"
"What are you talking about!" Lu Ping held his forehead speechlessly, with a look of helplessness on his face, "The main manpower is not enough, but there are still many places that need you!"
"Long-winded!"
Aberforth glanced at him impatiently, then reluctantly nodded. After all, Lupine was indeed right.
What's more, when he thought of his "selfish" brother, Aberforth felt that he must not die just like that.
"Okay, I get it!" Soon, he stood up and said, "Then I'm going to have a little rest first - I didn't eat much at night, but after such an activity, I'm hungry."
Hearing what Aberforth said, Lupine breathed a sigh of relief and then said:
"If you want to eat, go to the refugee camp! Mr. Swift from Dragon's Breath Bakery has made a lot of sweet bread, saying that eating something sweet can appease everyone... There should be a lot left there. !”
The Dragon's Breath Bakery he was talking about is located in Diagon Alley. On weekdays, its taste has not changed much in the past hundred years, so its popularity is not very high. However, the Swift family has continued to make bread from generation to generation, and has managed to survive until now.
But this time, when the whole of London was plunged into this foggy disaster and Diagon Alley completely turned into a refuge place, old Mr. Swift took the initiative to provide free food to the refugees.
What's more worth mentioning is that the reason why the ancestors of the Swift family built this bakery was also to provide food for the refugees during the Magical War... Although, even the opposite party at that time The lanes don’t even exist yet!
After hearing Lupin's words, Aberforth immediately chuckled and said:
"It seems that if this crisis can be successfully overcome, the old Swift's bakery will have many new customers."
As he spoke, he turned around and walked out of the bar, striding towards the backyard.
"Who says it isn't?" Lupine looked at Aberforth's leaving figure and couldn't help but said, "Besides, the Swift family is worthy of being a wartime supplier. As soon as he saw that the momentum in the magic world was not right, he immediately I have stocked up on a lot of ingredients. To be honest, if it had taken a long time this time, Dragon Breath Bakery would have done a great job!"
At least for a certain period of time, they no longer have to send people to collect food at risk.
After thinking about it casually, Lupine quickly put these things aside, lowered his head and began to write a letter - the number of witnesses of the black-eyed wizard was decreasing abnormally, and he had to tell Maka as soon as possible. .
…
As Lupine said before, Haierbo indeed has no way to control the soul collectors transformed by the summoning ritual itself.
However, although he could not control the actions of those black-eyed wizards, he could prevent "them" from appearing in London for the time being.
That's right, after Maka and Delphi left the mirror space, it naturally became empty. Feeling secretly annoyed, Haierbo simply took the "apprentices" who had not yet been transformed into that space.
Therefore, although they were still in the small square behind Big Ben, even if Aberforth went there, he would definitely not be able to see Herbo.
"McLean... let's see how you come in and interfere with my plan this time!"
In that black and white square, Haierbo watched the apprentices being transformed into collectors one after another, and then wandering around blankly in this monotonous mirror city. A sneer gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, and that little girl." He seemed to suddenly recall Delphi again, and then he snorted softly, "After all these collectors are transformed, I want to see if you can still play with me. What a trick."
Needless to say, Haierbo planned to release the collectors at once. And if that were the case, with the fighting prowess of those black-eyed wizards, Harry and the others would probably be hard-pressed to handle it.