“Boom, boom, boom, boom—”
A series of explosions suddenly sounded in the black market, followed closely by billowing smoke and blazing fire.
This is a "little joke" played by Maca and the wizards in the black market.
There were a lot of elves abducted by Maka from the isolated island in Rowena. Once they gathered together, a single volley would have quite astonishing effects.
Just like Voldemort and his Death Eaters trying to launch a general attack on Hogwarts, this kind of attack cannot affect powerful wizards of Dumbledore's level, but it can form a strong deterrent to ordinary wizards.
At first, these explosions only occurred in residential areas with very few people, but soon people discovered that the explosions all over the area seemed to have a tendency to spread to other areas.
"boom!"
There was another explosion, and this time everyone finally saw it clearly - someone was casting a spell to cause malicious destruction, and there were definitely quite a few of those "destructive maniacs"!
"Run!"
I don't know who shouted, and the flow of people on the street began to surge, running hurriedly to the other end of the black market.
The herd effect begins to exert its other power.
Seeing that most people were pushing and squeezing away from the explosion, the remaining ones subconsciously started running. At this moment, most people didn't know each other, but they had almost the same thought in their hearts - "Run!"
At this moment, on the other side of the block opposite the residential area that was being bombarded, a group of wizards, all wearing uniform solid-color robes, gathered at the end of the main road.
Above them, a string of letters formed by a spell merged into a gleaming word:
"Port key collection point."
They are all Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, but here, the status of Auror is of little use.
Maka has some understanding of the psychology of these wizards in the black market. He knows that it is undoubtedly naive to want these guys to obey the orders and escape from here.
But no matter what, he couldn't leave the wizards in the black market alone. Even if he could be ruthless himself, he could not let the Ministry of Magic or even the International Federation of Wizards know about his ruthlessness.
So, after thinking about it, he simply used this "shepherd-style" method.
If the elves making explosions were compared to sheepdogs, then the wizards who were driven away in the black market were sheep. As for the Auror he placed at the other end, he acted as the "exit of the sheepfold".
Standing on the top of a relatively tall building in the residential area, Maka looked at the crowds of people on the streets in the distance, and couldn't help but have a subtle smile on her face.
For the British Ministry of Magic, this is an obligation to fulfill.
Even though the black market appears to be an area on the edge of the British magical world, in the final analysis, it is still a part of the magical world.
Where there is light, there is darkness, and coordinating light and darkness is what the Ministry of Magic has always been doing.
When problems arise in the black market, it is also the Ministry of Magic's job to protect the residents in the black market.
But for Maka, this is actually somewhat unclear.
His purpose has always been to deal with Haierbo, and in order to prevent Haierbo from posing a threat to the British magical world, simply opening up an underground black market will obviously not have any substantial impact on Haierbo.
If that guy wants to cause something to happen, he can always change places and continue his troubles.
"So, this can only be a 'little joke'..."
Maka looked into the distance, muttered to herself, and then turned around and left the roof. But he was seen dodging, and the next second he ran out in a certain direction very quickly, and disappeared into the thick smoke in the blink of an eye.
…
The rooftop where Maka was standing just now was only more than a hundred feet away from the Witte family's mansion. This section of the street is also the main target for some elves to cast spells and bomb.
But unfortunately, none of those curses fell on the Werther mansion.
Listening to the rumbling explosion outside, most members of the Witte family showed expressions of surprise and uncertainty.
There was no way, an attack of this scale could no longer be dealt with by normal means. Even if they want to run, they have to consider whether they can run within the bombing range!
"Has the protective spell been deployed?"
A steward hurried down from upstairs and asked.
"Everyone has been sent over, and preparations are being made on all sides. It should start soon." This was the answer from another family steward.
Although the Witte mansion has not been attacked so far, no one can guarantee that it will not be bombed. Therefore, stepping up preparations for defense is the safest option.
And at the same time, in the underground secret room.
"Spell bombing?"
Haierbo's expression moved slightly, but he couldn't figure out the reason for a while.
"Is it that McClain again? What does he want to do this time..." After thinking about it for a moment, he said, "Arrange the defense work, and then send someone to check the situation... Ignore other things. .”
He didn't care what would happen to the Witte family. In his opinion, this was just a small accident. What's more, he has more important things to do right now!
"… OK."
The old head of the Witte family responded helplessly, turned around and left.
"boom!"
As soon as the old master left, Haierbo in the secret room immediately waved his hand. Immediately, Asaph, who was lying unconscious on the ground, suddenly jumped into the air, and then was thrown heavily back to the hard ground.
"Well… "
When he slowly woke up, he could not help but frown at the dull pain in his back and legs.
The fall just now was not light. If he hadn't been transformed and his physique in normal form was much higher than that of ordinary people, he would probably have broken a lot of bones by now.
But the next moment, still lying on the ground, he caught a glimpse of Haierbo sitting not far away.
"Who are you? Where is this? Why did you bring me here?"
Three questions in a row expressed Asaph's doubts. But even if he already understands the power of the guy in front of him, it will not make him lose the necessary calmness.
"Me?" Haierbo chuckled, "You don't need to know who I am."
Before he finished speaking, a flash of fierceness flashed in his deep eyes, and the two gazes that penetrated his soul seemed to have an invisible suction force, making Asa unable to restrain himself and looked towards him.
Immediately, his body was shaken, and his brain was roaring.
After a while, Asa felt his consciousness regained, but the feeling of weakness all over his body made it difficult for him to support his body, and he fell softly to the ground with a plop.
"Hmph, didn't you even tell your subordinates where you are?" Haierbo narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Why don't I believe it?"
"So... you want to find our boss?" Asa, who was lying on the ground, said with some difficulty, "If you want the summoning part of "Abatail", just trade Maka McClain's life... "
Hearing this, Haierbo had a sarcastic smile on his lips.
"My life was saved by an old man when I was a child. When I grew up, I was willing to do anything to repay him, even if it meant sacrificing myself... Hey, what a beautiful friendship! Don't you think so?"
Asaph seemed unmoved by Haierbo's ridicule. As far as he is concerned, this feeling is the most sincere and also his greatest belief when performing tasks again and again.
And when a person is not even afraid of death, what else can move him
Because of this, when Maka faced these desperate guys before, she felt that she had no use for her strength.
However, Herbo's ridicule did not end because of Asaph's determined performance.
"It's a pity," he raised his chin slightly, looking down at the latter and said, "In this world, there are always some people who can indeed become qualified soldiers... but you are not included among them."
Just as he was speaking, Haierbo suddenly leaned down and stared closely at Asaph's face.
"I heard that your companion named Miriam has been accompanying your boss in the past few years?"
"I also heard that she is on the black market down here right now?"
"I heard again... Although you never mentioned it, you always secretly admired this childhood friend in your heart... "
The more he spoke, the colder Asaph's expression became. The contrast between the tense face and the increasingly sharp eyes became increasingly clear.
"What the hell are you talking about."
Asa finally couldn't help but speak. His voice was as cold as if it was mixed with ice slag, making people feel that even the air had suddenly dropped several degrees.
However, Haierbo, who was sitting not far away, seemed unaware of this.
"Don't you understand what I'm talking about?"
It was as if his words were just meant to tease him casually for fun. After saying this, he stood up without a care and walked towards the door of the secret room.
Haierbo's steps were not fast, tap, tap, tap... every step was like tapping on Asaph's heart.
Yes, what this guy wants to know has already been obtained from his head. Now to this guy, Asaph is already useless trash.
So, after teasing him casually, what should this guy do
"etc!"
Asaph's voice became hoarse for some reason, and there was a kind of pain that condensed in his heart, burning his gratitude to 'Grandpa Raven'.
There are many types of love. For Asaph, the weight of Miriam may be much heavier than he imagined.
"I can find her for you. Believe me, it will be faster than finding her yourself!"
Haierbo's footsteps did not stop.
"Wait, stop! I... I can take you to find it, but... you must promise that when you get what you want, you will let us go... No, at least let her go!"
Asaph screamed at the top of his lungs, but... was it useful