In the past, in the wizarding world, there was an argument that seems very extreme now, saying that Muggles would be hostile to all wizards who could use magic.
Yes, it was an extremely chaotic period for both Muggles and wizards. Starting from the time when the Holy See plotted an unjust case and tried to further establish the faith through the hands of wizards, witch-hunting movements were launched in various countries in Europe and the United States. .
It was a disaster, a super-large disaster that far exceeded what Haierbo could currently do and was comparable to ancient magical wars.
In that disaster, those who suffered were not only the wizards who were persecuted by Muggles at that time, but also the large number of Muggle people who were confused and misled by the Holy See at that time.
I remember the world-famous Salem Witch Trials in Massachusetts, USA. Not only were the witches sentenced to death, but also some of the so-called "heretics" who were opposed to the Holy See at the time.
However, the Muggles were misled by the Holy See's propaganda, but the wizards also had many pure-blood families disrupting their vision. When some ignorant Muggles listened to the Holy See's guidance and started hunting, the pure-blood family almost simultaneously began to give speeches in groups, denouncing all Muggles as ignorant villains.
In fact, those pure-blood families are just like the Muggle Holy See, only for their own interests - they want to completely trample the "inferior" Muggles under their feet.
But in fact
Wizards are divided into good and bad, and Muggles... naturally are the same. Muggles who are friendly to wizards have existed in every period of history.
After all, apart from magic, there is no physical difference between wizards and Muggles.
"... Mr. Wizard, I know you must be a wizard! Because no ordinary person dares to walk so leisurely on the street at this time. So, I really just want to find a good person who can send my granddaughter out of this hellish place. …And at first, I thought you were…”
On the sofa opposite the coffee table, the old Muggle man who seemed very straightforward just now has become extra cautious now. Although he was explaining, he always seemed a little distracted, until he realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.
"Oh, no!" He said, suddenly stunned, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you don't look like a good person now, I didn't mean that-"
"Old sir, you don't need to be nervous, let alone apologize..." Maka still waved her hand calmly, "Because I just thought you might have ill intentions towards me - as you said, I am still alone at this time. Wandering around in the streets really doesn't seem like something an ordinary person would do; but correspondingly, it's obviously a very strange thing for you to invite a 'suspicious person' like me to your home at this time, isn't it? ?”
"Ah... yes, you are right." After hearing this, the old man couldn't help but nodded and said, "So, Mr. Wizard... you are a 'good' wizard, right?"
After Maka heard this, before he could answer, the old man said again:
"Actually, I just mentioned that I have seen a lot of strange people in the past few days, and this is indeed the case. I have seen demons that kill people, and I have also seen those demons fighting hard and saving people like My general collection of powerless London residents. They all have terrifying and bizarre abilities, but do completely opposite things.”
"So," at this point, he suddenly paused, "I actually just want to find a 'kind wizard' who is willing to help us... There is actually not much food left at home, and these pancakes on the table are the last... Oh, poor little Shirley is sick again... If this continues, she will, she will die... "
The old man's voice became more and more trembling, and in the end he couldn't help but choke. While Maka was listening to his words, Maka lowered her head and looked at the basket of pancakes on the coffee table, but her thoughts drifted away unknowingly.
There is no doubt that this old Muggle man is like a microcosm of the vast majority of London residents - in this inexplicable disaster, the most innocent and helpless ones are just ordinary Muggles like them. people.
And Maka believed that when the Muggles in the entire city were forced to hide at home and fear, they were all secretly looking out the window at everything.
Let me ask you, what do they think when they see groups of guys with weird abilities killing passers-by
"Speaking of which... Sir," Maka suddenly thought of a question while she was thinking secretly, "How do you know about the 'Wizard'? Can you guess it?"
The word "wizard" is actually not unfamiliar to Muggles, although nowadays wizards have long settled in the world and no longer appear in the sight of Muggles as they did in the past. But after all, wizards and magic have existed in this world for thousands of years, and wizards cannot erase them all if they want.
However, it is a bit difficult to think of wizards just by looking at the battle on the street from the window.
"I heard a wizard say it himself... He saved a child downstairs... Oh, that was a kind 'good wizard'! Unfortunately, there were terrible bad guys outside at that time. I stayed until they left. No one dared to speak."
"Um...really?"
The old man was actually talking about Harry, but Macca had no way of knowing. He only thought that it was most likely an Auror sent out by Lupine to carry out search and rescue operations or a Federation support wizard.
Of course, it actually didn't matter to him who the old man saw. What's important is that those wizards who also rescued Muggles seem to be favoring these London residents who are ignorant of the facts.
Yes, as long as someone does not deliberately mislead Muggles like during the witch-hunting period, they can naturally rely on their own judgment to distinguish between good and bad. Even if there are wizards at the same time, there are 'good wizards' and 'bad wizards' - they can actually be distinguished very clearly.
"Fortunately, that guy Herbo has no interest in winning over Muggles at all..."
Hearing Maka murmur something, the old man didn't hear it clearly, but he was still a little confused and uneasy:
"Mr. Wizard... what did you just say?"
"Oh, no, I was just talking to myself," Maka heard and shook her head immediately, "Old sir, you said your... um, is your granddaughter, right? Is she sick?"
"Yes, little Shirley, she is my granddaughter—she has never been in good health. She has been frightened again in the past few days and has had a fever for two days."
After Maka heard this, she immediately reached out to the door that was always closed and gestured:
"Let me go take a look for her! I might be able to cure her... Well, just think of it as a thank you gift for the piece of pancake and glass of water you just gave me!"