The black-eyed wizard's target was not just Aberforth!
When he tried to block one of the black thorns, unexpectedly, the others suddenly passed by him and flew straight towards the Muggle refugees behind him.
Then, amid a burst of exclamations and wails, several innocent refugees were pierced by black thorns as thick as their arms, and blood splashed and dyed the road red for a while.
"Oops!"
In a hurry, Aberforth only had time to look back, and then took the initiative to rush towards the black-eyed wizard.
To be honest, he is not the kind of good person who is overflowing with sympathy, but he can't just let a group of helpless Muggles be ruthlessly slaughtered by the enemy and turn a blind eye.
However, trying to stop the cold-blooded behavior of the black-eyed wizard seemed a bit too difficult for Aberforth, who was unable to do anything to him.
Within a few minutes, except for the two wizards who led the refugees, who barely escaped a series of Black Thorn attacks, none of the other Muggles could escape, and they were all nailed to death on this street.
On the other side, although Aberforth tried his best to prevent this tragedy from happening, the few magic spells he used to protect himself fell on the opponent's spherical shield without even a trace.
Not only that, his left arm was accidentally scratched by a black thorn fired at high speed, and a piece of flesh was rubbed off.
At the moment, Aberforth endured the pain and held the wand in his hand, ignoring the blood seeping out of his left arm, urging the only two wizards left to leave this place.
"Leave me alone, you go first!"
"But... Sir, you are injured... If we leave, you may not be able to run away."
These two unknown wizards are actually local wizard residents in London, and are the helpers Charlie and Bill met during their search and rescue. They lived in Muggle neighborhoods on weekdays, and after spending time with Muggles, they naturally developed feelings for each other.
Because of this, they readily agreed when they were solicited by Bill and joined the search and rescue operation for Muggles.
However, it is too difficult to rescue ordinary Muggles who can be said to have no fighting power in this crisis-ridden environment. Even in the current situation where the number of enemies has been greatly reduced, once they are attacked by the black-eyed wizard like just now, even they themselves may not be able to save their lives.
"Let's go!" Aberforth said angrily, "If we don't leave one person behind to block us, none of the three of us will be able to escape!"
The two wizards looked around with heavy faces. The Muggles who were thanking them just now had their lives ruthlessly taken away, leaving only one bloody body after another.
This section of the street has been dyed a shocking red.
"What are you still doing? Let's go!"
Seeing that another black thorn suddenly condensed on the surface of the black ball and shot in this direction, Aberforth immediately waved his wand with his backhand and pushed the targeted wizard aside. When the black thorns dug deeply into the pavement and stone chips flew into the air, he shouted again.
The two wizards had no choice but to stand up and grit their teeth and run in the opposite direction, shouting loudly as they ran:
"Sir, please hold on! We will find someone as soon as possible!"
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"Mr. Weasley, this is where the old gentleman saved us both!"
"Huh? Are you sure this is here?"
During the short period of time when the two wizards ran to fetch reinforcements, Aberforth was once again chased elsewhere by the black-eyed wizard.
After he left, Delphi and the dean of St. Mungo's led the evacuation team through here. Because they saw the blood-stained streets, they took the initiative to clean up the place and temporarily put away the Muggles who died tragically.
Now, when Bill followed the two wizards here, he found that there were not many traces here.
"Sir, this is indeed here. We won't remember it wrong. It's just... we have only left here for more than ten minutes. Why did we suddenly-"
Having said this, he couldn't help but shake his head, feeling very confused.
"Anyway, you did see the strong old man with white beard and white hair here, right?" Bill nodded, and then said, "Then, let me check it with tools first... If I guessed correctly, that old man should be Aberforth, and he probably still doesn’t know about Maka’s evacuation plan.”
While he was speaking, he took out an alchemy tool the size of a fist from his pocket, held it in one hand and walked a few steps forward along the street.
Looking at the hands and dial similar to those of a clock, the hands trembled slightly during careful detection step by step, as if they wanted to point in a certain direction.
But the fog in London has hindered the detection of alchemy tools to a great extent, so that even if the pointer can 100% point out the direction of the person's departure, it can only determine a general direction due to interference.
"Okay, you can avoid the difficult part first! I can just go find it alone - you go back as soon as possible and help others organize the evacuation team."
"okay, got it."
The two people immediately nodded in agreement, and then left together with each other from the street that had restored its original appearance.
Bill watched them turn away, then frowned and sniffed - the faint smell of blood made him believe that his health might have some kind of problem.
After a while, he finally decided to take a rest before continuing to look for someone. But it was only then that he vaguely heard the roar of the tiger.
And mixed in with the roars of beasts, there was also a vicissitudes of life but powerful shouts.
When Bill heard this, he immediately stopped delaying. He decisively gave up his rest time and ran quickly into the woods on the side of the road.
Sure enough, not long after he went deep, he saw a tall figure avoiding the black thorn attack while fighting hard with the black-eyed wizard who once again supported the spherical shield.
"Aberforth?"
While shouting, Bill immediately waved his wand and joined the battle.
"Are you... a Weasley child? Bill?"
That iconic red hair is really familiar to many people in the British wizarding world. According to the analysis of books written by some unreliable guys, the Weasley family may still have the blood of Godric Gryffindor. The main basis is that their family has been passed down from generation to generation. Flame-like red hair that does not change color.
"Yes, sir."
When Bill nodded in response, he suddenly waved his wand and gave a certain big tree growing next to the black ball a transformation spell. The next moment, the tree was seen moving like a whomping willow, bending down and whipping towards the black ball.