"Asaph, do you remember? We all spent time in London when we were children... But look! London is much cleaner now than it was then... "
"Oh, I know, didn't you see it when you came here just now? Stay away from the window! I want to stay here for a while longer!"
In that bustling place in the center of London, a group of four people who escaped from Maca arrived at the second hiding place prepared in advance with a burden.
In fact, they appeared in a small alley, and then the leader Asa immediately took the remaining members of Group A and hurriedly left the dark and damp alley and blended into the crowd on the streets of London.
Yes, this is a good idea, because as long as magic is no longer used randomly, the large numbers of Muggles will become one of their most reliable cover.
"Hey, Asaph! Don't you want to see more of this city?"
The person standing by the window talking was Miriam. It could be heard from her words that she and Asa had actually known each other since they were children. Moreover, it seems that they have lived here before.
"I told you, come here!" Asa sat on the chair and rubbed his temples, "Rather than seeing more of this city, I would rather sit in this city for a while... This is not only Because we all miss it, I mean it, but also because we have a mission to accomplish.”
As he was speaking, he suddenly turned around, and the chair legs suddenly made a soft "creep" on the floor.
"Besides, London is still London, and it's not much better now, is it?" Asa said lightly, looking at the gloomy weather outside the window and the hazy under the gray sky.
"Okay, okay!" Miriam spread her hands helplessly and said, "I have to admit that you have successfully discouraged me... Forget it, the past has passed."
After saying that, she walked to the chair beside her gracefully and sat on it with a lazy expression.
Today's afternoon in London is still wet. No matter how nice the weather is in Canterbury or Hogwarts, it has nothing to do with it here.
Through the window glass, the cars driving back and forth on the street outside unconsciously became the noisy background sound of this suddenly quiet room.
Sometimes people may feel that continuous rain and fog will always make people feel gloomier, right
"Rhodes should be dead."
After a short while, Asaph finally spoke again.
Milia and the other three companions did not show any signs of depression or sadness, as if it was a matter of course.
However, they did not answer the conversation casually, but continued to keep their silence.
"The wizard in the gray cloak is very strong. Even if you and I use our trump cards, we probably won't be his opponent." Asa continued to analyze softly, because no one spoke to him or looked at him, this feeling was just As if talking to himself.
"I think that is probably the ancient magic text professor at Hogwarts - the young and outstanding 'Mr. Macca McClain'."
After saying these words, Asa closed his mouth again, and the room returned to silence again... until Miriam opened her mouth without warning.
"So," she said, "whose turn is next?"
Regarding Miriam's words, Asa just shrugged, while the other three remained silent. Only in the middle of the room, Smith, who was placed on the table, hit his mouth - obviously, he was still in a coma.
"Didn't you decide a long time ago?" Miriam glanced at Asa and said, "Who is next?"
"Anyway, it's definitely not you," Asa smiled and said, "Sit back and relax, beauty! This is our job—it's you, you should get ready."
"No need," Miriam shook her head, and then changed to a more comfortable sitting position, "There is no need to prepare, you can do it at any time."
"Oh? That's such an unexpected surprise..."
Asa muttered, then raised his hand and continued to rub his forehead.
…
At about the same time, Asa and the others appeared in the alley.
"Oh, I hate London, it makes me feel sticky all day long!" The wretched old man raised his feet twice, and the soles of his worn leather shoes made a squeaking sound on the slippery floor tiles. sound.
"Really?" Mundungus curled his lips and said, "I quite like it - here, no one is too lazy to pay attention to you, and you are often too lazy to pay attention to anyone!"
"So, this is an excellent hiding place." The bearded man then laughed.
While the three of them were still looking around this alley and chatting casually, Maka had already sensed the residual magic power around them.
But as expected, those people never used any magic after arriving here.
"Fat Rat, what do you think?"
After looking around, Maka turned her head and looked towards the bearded man. But before he could finish his words, the bearded man shook his head decisively, indicating that he had not discovered anything yet.
"Yeah?"
Seeing this, Maka looked up at the alley again. The buildings with a certain period atmosphere gave the city an immersive vicissitude.
However, this fine and hazy rain and mist made people somewhat less interested in looking up and admiring it.
After watching for a while, he suddenly raised his eyebrows.
"If you ask me, the weather in London is quite good," Maka said leisurely. "As far as I know, at least some 'people' always like this gloomy combination of nature and man-made."
"What?" The wretched old man turned around and said slightly confused.
"Anyway, let's spread out and look for it in our own way!"
Maka didn't explain much. After saying this, he walked directly along the slightly narrow alley. The remaining three guys, who were a little puzzled, looked at each other and had no choice but to follow Maka's words and take action separately.
In fact, Maka didn't want to go back to look for the three of them at first. If he had chosen to chase them immediately, he might have been able to catch those guys leaving in time.
But after a little thought, he gave up on staging a street chase in London.
London is the center of Britain, and there are too many Muggles here. He doesn't want to cause too much of a commotion here unless necessary!
As soon as she walked out of the alley, Maka was immediately engulfed by the hustle and bustle of the streets outside.
The Muggle world is still so noisy. At a glance, the most common things on the street are cars, pedestrians and the big umbrellas that Londoners must have when going out.
Once he stepped into the crowd, Maka clearly felt the familiarity he once had - a sense of integration that almost made him temporarily forget about the magical world.
Finally, when passing a small four-story building, he stepped away from the crowd on the sidewalk and arrived at the door of the antique shop on the first floor of the building.
Standing in front of the dusty glass display window of the shop, Maka subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the window on the third floor upstairs.
Then, he stretched out his hand and tapped the window glass a few times.
This looks like a store that has been closed for a long time. There are many products in the store, but there is no one there. There is also a rusty iron chain lock wrapped around the store door handle.
Correspondingly, the Muggles coming and going on the sidewalk hardly looked here, turning a blind eye as if they were completely uninterested here.
Like the entrance to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, this place is obviously cast under a similar spell - to be honest, this is actually not that rare in London.
"Sir, this is a private association location. If you are a member of the association, please show your membership certificate. Thank you for your cooperation!"
After knocking on the glass, a line of slightly fancy English fonts appeared on it. Under that line, there is a box. It seems that the so-called "membership certificate" is probably verified here.
But unfortunately, Maca is neither a member here nor has any certificate.
Of course, it's not difficult for Maka to get in.
Without hesitation, he quickly opened his palm and pressed it directly against the glass.
However, he saw that the window glass that could have made a clanking sound now turned out to be like a large piece of thin gummy candy, deformed by his pressing.
Not long after, Maka's arm was completely stuck in the window, followed by half of his body, the other arm and one foot. In the blink of an eye, his entire body disappeared through the glass.
At the same time, at the other end of the entrance, where Maka came out was a wall. To be more precise, it was a wall at the end of a corridor.
Looking up, this corridor is not too long, but there is not even a window around it, and the only lighting is a row of dim light bulbs on the ceiling.
Therefore, this shabby place looks a bit eerie no matter how you look at it, and it makes people get goosebumps all over.
It's just that Maka didn't seem to care about it... Or, in other words, he seemed to have already known what this place should be like, and he didn't show any surprise at all at this intrusive environment.
Without thinking much, Maka raised her legs and walked forward. The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor, almost blending together.
Until he stopped in front of a certain door, the sound of footsteps was still lingering in his ears.
Maka raised her eyelids slightly and looked at the old door. There was a nameplate the size of a palm on it. Although there were specks of rust on the edges of the metal door plate, the letters on it could still be seen clearly.
"Bang bang bang!"
He only glanced at the nameplate, then reached out and knocked hard on the door - you know, he would never behave in such a disrespectful manner.