If wizards can be seen by Muggles, all kinds of magical creatures cannot be seen by Muggles. So, when those wizards born through blood transformation appear in the eyes of Muggles...
What will they look like
Maka couldn't be sure of this, but he could always understand one thing from old Victor's surprised eyes - Muggles could indeed see something!
Taking his eyes away from old Victor, he turned his head and looked into the distance again.
It was a dementor, and it was a different dementor than before. Its black cloak is as elegant and complete as a gauze, its eyes are filled with blood-red light, and its flying speed is much faster than ordinary dementors.
More importantly, its palms are still full of flesh and blood, not the skinny and almost dead bodies of ordinary dementors.
But Maka actually discovered that the majestic magic power fluctuations of that "dementor" actually hid a regular characteristic originating from the wizard.
Maka has only seen this kind of magic fluctuation in two non-humanoid creatures: one is a wizard in the Animagus state; and the other is transformed by blood like Miriam. And can transform into a magical wizard.
Watching the extraordinary "Dementor" flying around a certain tall building for a moment, Maka easily thought of the only candidate to be the culprit - the despicable Haierbo.
Let’s not talk about who else besides the dead old Youn can master this level of bloodline transformation technology. Judging from the creatures such as “dementors”, Haierbo, as the manufacturer, is probably involved. .
"Can you all see 'it'?"
Maka casually asked Victor and his son beside her, while she was already ready to take out the staff at any time. As long as the special-looking Dementor no longer hovers like that but makes a slight movement, he will take action immediately.
Because he understood that even if the barrier between the wizarding world and the Muggle world would be broken down again one day, it shouldn't be now.
In particular, it should not be broken in such a "bad form".
"Of course! Are you short-sighted?" Even though he was hesitating in shock, Old Victor's tone was still so aggressive.
Behind him, his son Victor Jr. didn't have his father's bad temper, but he seemed to be far inferior in terms of mental endurance.
"Oh... Then, what is that? Can't you see it? That gray semi-transparent shadow?" He said with trembling lips, "I can feel the chill from so far away... Hey, you You really can’t see? Don’t scare me!”
"Of course I saw it too..."
Maka reached out and touched his arm, then gestured in the direction of old Victor.
"I suggest you take your father to hide in the woods first, and I'll go over there and take a look."
"Why!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before he could move his legs, he was grabbed by the arm.
"What are you doing there? Who knows whether that thing is a ghost or an alien... I watch all kinds of random events on TV, and anyone who is curious will probably be in bad luck, so it's better not to join in the fun!"
"Don't worry! Scotland Yard is much closer than we are -"
The "Scotland Yard" in Maka's mouth is actually the nickname of the Metropolitan Police Department. But because of this, he felt a little guilty in his heart... Since this incident occurred in a downtown area, there were many Muggle witnesses, so the subsequent handling would become much more troublesome.
Of course, this time it was obviously far inferior to the grand scene of "wizards and large magical creatures gathered in Haifa City" last time.
After gently pulling her arm back from the opponent's hand, Maka quickly ran forward. But before leaving, he also left a small "mark" for the father and son. After all, he planned to ask a few more questions after that!
However, he didn't expect that little Victor would catch up with him not long after he ran. If this guy could have been a few steps later, he would have had the opportunity to sneak into the nearby woods and cast a disillusionment spell on himself.
"What's wrong?"
Maka looked at the slightly panting uncle next to her, and she was already thinking about whether to cast a confusion spell or some other magic on him.
only…
"Dad... insists that I follow you. He said that he wants me to accompany you to take a good look at something..." He also said with a confused look on his face, "To be honest, I don't understand what he wants me to see... see. How could that translucent monster kill me? If he hadn't forced me... "
"Um?"
Hearing what he said, Maka suddenly felt a little strange - why did old Victor say that? Could it be that that weird, drunken old man... was actually a slightly special squib
Unfortunately, Maka did not sense any signs of magical activity from the opponent's body. Logically speaking, even the magic power of a squib has a certain amount of activity—even if that activity can be said to be extremely weak.
And old Victor... Even if he is, at least he is not a general type of squib.
"If that's really the case, then you can follow me!" Maka thought for a while and said, "But if you just run like this, I don't think you can keep up..."
I don’t know what he was thinking about, but in short, he seemed to be willing to take this real “burden” with him.
"Remember, what you see next will probably be forgotten in the future. So... if you can enjoy this kind of excitement, then look at it a few more times!"
After saying that, Maka dragged him into the woods beside the road. Not long after, two figures that almost no one could see suddenly burst out of the forest, and then flew high into the distance.
In the back garden of Greenwich Park, old Victor was still looking at the gray shadow in the distance, but he was completely unaware of Maka and his son, who were also flying through the air.
…
"Roar-"
Ordinary dementors would not make any sound, let alone such an incomparable roar. However, this particular dementor does.
Beneath this tall building, there was chaos among the Muggles on the streets. Even though the translucent monster had not done any harm, some people were already escaping in the crowd.
As for the rest, most of them gathered around and looked up attentively.
For a time, there were people shouting, screaming, whispering, and even laughing and pointing at the monster in the air at the crossroads.
When Makati sneaked the pale-faced little Victor to the nearby area, there was already a mess underneath.
Landing on the roof of an inconspicuous office building, he easily lifted the floating spell on little Victor and saw him collapse with trembling legs.
"This... what the hell is going on? Flying? Did you fly just now? Can I fly?" Little Victor held on to the concrete slab under him and kept shouting, "Is the world crazy, or am I? Are you crazy?"
Maka, who was standing on the edge of the roof, looked at the Dementor opposite and said without looking back:
"Just think the world is crazy!"
He is just watching now and has not directly taken action to deal with the dementor.
Because he knew very well that Haierbo was most likely nearby. If you don't dig out the source, simply dealing with the dementor will not only make little sense, but will also increase your own danger.
Haierbo is not an ordinary character, and his previous failures have taught him enough lessons.
However, at this time, Maka was not just keeping a wait-and-see attitude. In this situation, he actually continued to talk to little Victor, which was a bit puzzling.
Just listen to him saying to the Muggle behind him:
"Actually, I can explain it briefly to you... For example, my identity is actually a 'wizard' and I can use all kinds of strange 'magic'. And the thing hovering around the tall building opposite is a dangerous one. Dark magical creatures.”
"Wizard? Magic?" When Little Victor heard this, he was so surprised that he even forgot about fear, "Do you mean the kind of 'magic' in those fairy tales?"
"Part of it is similar!" Maka shrugged, but her eyes were still wandering back and forth nearby.
"Oh... ha! Magic?"
Maybe everything was so bizarre that little Victor couldn't help but laugh strangely, but there was no smile in it.
"Hmm... To be honest, if I hadn't flown just once, I wouldn't have believed it..." After he was confused and confused for a while, he asked tentatively, "Then... a 'wizard' like you, how many... ? Why have I never seen it in my whole life? There hasn’t even been any reports in newspapers or TV... "
Maka then shook her head and said:
"If I have to say it, there are still some traces in those news media - for example, if you see an inexplicable event on it, it might be related to the 'Wizard'."
When he said this, he spread his hands again.
"As for the number of wizards..." he roughly estimated, "well, the number of clearly registered people in the UK seems to have risen to 5,000 recently, but if you include black households... it may exceed 10,000, right?"
"So many-" Little Victor thought this was a lot at first, but he quickly shook his head and said, "Uh, okay... Should this be considered too much or too little?"
"It's already a lot," Maka said. "As far as I know, if you only need to go back ten years, this number will be reduced by nearly half... and it will be even less if you go forward."
I don't know why he was still telling the same Muggle about the increase and decrease in the population of the wizarding world. Although at the same time, his search for Haierbo did not actually fall short.
"And the so-called 'monster' you see now is the work of one of the 'most dangerous gangsters'."