It's about an hour before dawn. The battle that lasted for almost an entire night seemed to have finally subsided.
Of course, although the number of black-eyed wizards has gradually decreased, the situation in London seems to have begun to tilt towards the Order of the Phoenix. But the crazy wizards under Haierbo are still quite troublesome.
So until now, the city of London is still noisy from time to time, and the sounds of explosions, collisions and shouts... can be heard everywhere.
Especially the large-scale battlefield on Sirius's side, it is not something that can be achieved in just one night.
Fatigue secretly accumulates in everyone's body and heart.
But when it comes to fatigue, Harry is probably the most tired tonight - although Haierbo has temporarily stopped releasing black-eyed wizards, there are still many wandering around in the city.
In order to find "them" one by one and do their best to clean up "them", Harry and Thomas, who formed a partner with him, kept running and searching. The degree of hard work was self-evident.
As for Charlie, who was still with Harry on the way, after Thomas joined him, he rode the fire dragon to find Bill to continue the search and rescue...
"Thomas, this way... Oops, it seems you really don't know the way! Go this way to St. Mungo's. If you go that way, you should be at the Leaky Cauldron in a moment!"
Apparition is indeed a particularly convenient spell that allows wizards to travel to any place they have ever visited at any time. But as a result, there are really many more road idiots in the magic world.
And there is no doubt that Thomas must be one of them.
"Oh, Mr. Potter, please walk slower - the fog is too heavy. I'm afraid I'll get lost again while walking!"
"Oh, God... ah no, I mean, Merlin..."
Harry had no choice but to slow down his pace, lest Thomas really failed to follow him later and he would have to go back to look for him.
The darkness before dawn seemed particularly deep, and coupled with the hazy gray fog, visibility in this alley was really low. After the two of them walked through the alley and onto the street outside, the street lamps barely brought them some light.
"Hey! Thomas... Oh my god, where are you going?"
"Ah? Isn't it this way? But you just said... "
To be honest, with the power of the Bewitching Monument given by Maka, Thomas' strength has become quite strong. In the past half night, Harry had cooperated with him to kill many black-eyed wizards, and the two of them also developed some rare tacit understanding.
So in terms of fighting together, Harry still has a certain sense of identity with this "uncle" who is not very old.
It's a pity that besides fighting, the two of them obviously have to keep on the road.
No, it would be better to say that the two of them spent most of their time on the road.
Because they couldn't see the ground clearly while riding a broomstick, and they could easily hit buildings if they flew too low, the two of them had to rely on just one pair of legs to search for enemies.
So one can imagine how much suffering it would be to be on the road with a road warrior who is surprisingly strong and fast.
If Thomas hadn't gradually adapted to the feeling of jogging, Harry would have wanted him to carry him on his back, at least then the two of them wouldn't have gotten separated accidentally.
"Here! Did you see it? You should have known each other by now, right?"
"Oh... Taotao Department Store is here!"
…
"Tuk-tuk-tuk."
A slightly restrained knock sounded from the door of the ward. The visitor probably thought that everyone inside was still sleeping, so he didn't dare to knock too loudly.
However, as soon as this voice came from the darkness, Hermione and others opened their eyes, raised their upper bodies and looked towards the door.
"Maka?"
Almost at the same time, several friends subconsciously said this name. Obviously, everyone really wanted to see him.
After all, in the current turmoil, only Maka is the most reassuring.
At this moment, Percy, who was closest to the door, got up from his bed first and waved to everyone.
"I'm going to see who's coming."
Before he finished speaking, he reached out and turned the door handle without asking who was outside.
"Potter? You... hmm?"
Percy had just called Harry and was about to ask him if he was injured or something, but then he reached out to the wand in his arms as if he was facing an enemy.
"Oh, no no—not an enemy! He's—"
Harry at the door quickly waved his hand, but before he could explain, Percy's wand was quickly pressed against his chest.
Isn't it because Percy has been lying at home for too long that his physical strength has not fully recovered? How come you draw the staff so fast? Not only that, his movements are also particularly clean and neat, which is definitely an effect that can be achieved after a lot of practice.
"Stop talking nonsense and answer me!" Percy pointed the tip of his staff at his chest very cautiously and asked loudly, "During the Christmas of the year you entered Hogwarts, what did Professor Dumbledore hide? Inside the flame strawberry pudding (note ①)?”
"Hmm? In first grade?"
"Yes! Tell me quickly...if you still want to prove that you are Harry Potter!"
"Hey, Percy, it's almost six years ago! Damn it, you're asking me to remember what was in the Christmas pudding six years ago—"
Just as he was speaking, Harry was suddenly startled, and then stared at Percy's mouth and said hurriedly:
"It's a piece of silver! A crescent-shaped piece of silver! I remembered - there was only one piece of silver on each dean's desk, and it was you who ate it! It almost broke your front teeth!"
"Who asked you to lift my front teeth? I'm just asking you what's hidden inside!" Percy muttered angrily, then took back his wand and said, "Now you can tell me, who is behind you?" Is... what is it?"
But on the other side, Harry was still thinking about the silver piece, and he heard him say with some confusion: "Did Professor Dumbledore say that he hid the silver piece? Why don't I remember it at all?"
"Does that need to be said?" Ron, who had just walked over to greet his good friend, said after hearing this, "Those are crescent-shaped silver lenses - exactly the same as Professor Dumbledore's spectacle lenses!"
"Okay! Stop thinking about Christmas silver coins," Hermione urged immediately, "Harry, come on... uh, introduce us?"
To be honest, when everyone came over one after another and saw Thomas standing behind Harry, almost everyone was startled.
After all, even if there are some of you who have never seen Voldemort's Black Death Apostles, when anyone sees a "humanoid creature" covered in black gas, they will probably feel wary... or even afraid.
However, Harry was obviously used to Thomas's scary look.
"Oh, this is Mr. Thomas, a wizard who is very powerful in combat!" As he said this, he turned to take a look, and then said with some surprise, "Huh? Is the black mist on your body... Is it lighter than it was at the beginning?”
"Oh! Can you see that?"
Thomas, who was still a little confused by Percy's questioning at first, immediately became more energetic when he heard Harry ask about it.
"On the way, I was thinking about ways to put away some of the black fog - you see, it can really scare people, especially in times like this!"
While explaining, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to move the black fog in front of his eyes, then shrugged and said:
"Although, they won't hinder my ability to see things."
After Harry heard this, he waved his hands indifferently, then turned his head again and said to everyone:
"Anyway, no problem - we happened to meet Maka at that time, and he had already checked Mr. Thomas, and it was he who recommended Mr. Thomas and me to form a partnership at that time!"
"Maka recommended it?" Hermione nodded immediately after hearing this, "Then it must be fine - okay, come in! You must be very tired, sit down and have a rest, and eat some cookies to cushion your stomach! "
Then, everyone gathered Harry and Thomas into the ward, and each of them was busy preparing food and drink for the two "soldiers" who had worked hard all night. Only Delphi was still sitting on the armchair in the corner, looking hard at Thomas who was covered in black gas.
In the future world she knew, Maka had used the "arrogance" rule of the Bewitching Monument to create many subordinates, including wizards and various magical creatures.
If it hadn't been for so much help, it would have been impossible to stop Haierbo's subsequent power.
Therefore, Delphi was actually very impressed by this black mist-covered wizard, and she was even saved once by her father's men.
Unexpectedly, now she finally met such a wizard who was once called the "Black Apostle" at that time - needless to say, this title was used casually by Maka to distinguish it from Voldemort's "Black Death Apostle" Determined.
but…
"Mr. Thomas, may I ask...are you the only wizard like you?"
Thomas, who was eating, was startled when he heard Delphi suddenly ask questions in the corner of the room. To be honest, he has never seen such a beautiful little girl!
"Uh..." After being stunned for a moment, he said, "Are you talking about someone with smoke all over his body like me? Well... as far as I know, I should be the only one... Anyway, I haven't seen anyone else."
"Oh, that's it...thank you."
After hearing Thomas's answer, Delphi actually felt a little confused.
Because she still clearly remembers that when her father first made the Black Apostles, he made ten of them at once.
So, what reason would he have to make only one now
"... Well, maybe it's just because of the scattered manufacturing?" She couldn't help but secretly thought in her heart.