Chapter 641 Intertwined Fate

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When Scrimgeour was a guest at the Prime Minister's Office, he wanted to vaccinate the Muggle Prime Minister against the large number of wizards entering the country due to the competition in the second half of the year, so as to be fully prepared. Just 4.5 miles east of the Chancellery, a horrific explosion scared everyone along the banks of the River Thame.

Yes, even Maca, who happened to be heading down the River Thame to the next Muggle family, paused at the bang.

Let's just say that in the period before the Death Eaters bowed their heads and captured them, explosions and the like were commonplace, but what's going on now? Looking at the flames and thick smoke in the distance, you can tell that the scale of the explosion is really not a trivial matter!

Maca stood there and thought for a while, then immediately cast a disillusionment spell on himself to hide himself, and then went straight to the scene of the incident.

Judging from the location, the place where the billowing smoke was billowing was exactly Canary Wharf in the middle of the Thame River. And when Maca got closer, he immediately heard a mix of screams and wailing, which poured into his ears from afar.

"Is that...the mall?"

Just at the entrance of the Churchill Square Shopping Center, several pieces of wreckage that had long been unclear were scattered around the square, leaving black scorched marks on the severely damaged ground.

And nearby, the panicked Muggle crowd squeezed out desperately, screaming and screaming one after another.

However, those who can run are actually lucky.

Because the source of the explosion was too close to the gate of the shopping mall, not only the inside and outside of the gate were full of bricks and stones, but even the windows on the second and third floors were shattered. And on the ground there, people lying down and moaning can be seen almost everywhere, and some of them just didn't move at all, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

Bloodstains, dust, smoke, and ruined walls are devastated at first glance, just like a picture scroll depicting hell on earth.

Maca had just settled on the top of the surrounding buildings, and when he saw the scene was so miserable, he immediately hesitated.

He didn't feel any residual traces of magic power here - it stands to reason that if this was caused by magic, then the magic power fluctuations left by the explosion must be quite obvious. It can be seen that this explosion should not be caused by wizards, but a pure Muggle incident.

As far as the wizarding world is concerned with the principle of responding to emergencies in the Muggle world, he should not intervene now, whether it is to save people with good intentions or to take advantage of the fire,

are not allowed. Of course, even though he didn't care about the restrictions imposed by the Ministry of Magic, he still understood that if he wanted to intervene in an event of this scale, the finishing work would not be easy.

"Ok?"

While he was hesitating, he suddenly frowned slightly, and his deep eyes were cast directly behind the black wreck near the center of the explosion. There, he vaguely sensed a trace of extremely slight fluctuations in magic power.

Yes, it seems... there doesn't seem to be a trace of magic here!

If this is actually related to wizards, then he doesn't have to worry so much. Maca was only slightly taken aback, and immediately flew down there quickly.

When Maca crossed the black wreckage that was blown beyond recognition, and landed lightly not far away, a group of corpses that were also blown up and blurred like the wreckage were hunched over, facing the opposite direction of the explosion. Curled up on the ground.

From the traces on the ground, it can be seen that there should have been some obstacles behind the corpse to resist the damage, but they were completely destroyed in the previous violent explosion, leaving only a small solitary gray area on the ground .

"this--"

Maca took a closer look, and couldn't help frowning even tighter. Not only that, when he saw the scene on the ground clearly, he also spit out a dirty word very rarely.

With just a wave of his hand, he left a curse that interfered with his vision in this small area, and he quickly walked two steps to the corpse. This person is definitely hopeless, even a wizard who claims to be able to quickly heal any trauma can't possibly revive a dead person.

But what Maca cares about at this moment is another life hidden in this person's arms.

The corpse's body had been blown to pieces long ago, and a large amount of dark red blood had even soaked the ground, not to mention its miserable appearance. But Maca didn't care that the dripping blood stained his robe and hands, and quickly pulled the corpse away.

This is a little boy in his early ten years old at most, covered in dust and blood all over his body. Maca gave him a quick check, from head to toe there was nothing missing.

"Is that really the case?"

The child was still in a deep coma, and there was a tiny wave of magic power beating in his body, as if he had fallen into a coma due to mental overdraft. But on his body, there was no scar at all, and even the exposed arms and ankles were intact. As for the blood, it was all brought to him by the corpse that protected him.

It has to be said that this is really an indescribable coincidence.

Maca himself ran away with magic power in a car accident. It wasn't until Dumbledore told him that he finally learned the truth of the year; but this child also got a shock similar to Maca's in an explosion. encounter.

It was also a vicious accident, it was also without my knowledge, and it was even the same...

Maca casually cast a medical spell for checking the body condition, and the target was the corpse that he pushed aside—it was indeed a woman.

"...Luck and misfortune can be the same thing sometimes, can't they?"

The so-called misfortune is naturally the death of his mother; the so-called luck is his own survival. Life is precious, and putting more compassion on those who are still alive - this is exactly Dumbledore's life sentiment.

After silently putting the unharmed boy back into his mother's arms, Maca, who recovered from the scene, remained invisible and stayed away from this place. In order to prevent the Muggle police from seeing the abnormality, he also specially adjusted the child's mother's posture, completely protecting the boy in his arms.

There are still unreasonable places, but let the so-called "miracle" explain it!

He stood in the distance and looked over there, the sirens were already ringing in his ears, but he didn't leave the place immediately.

This is undoubtedly a disaster in the Muggle world. The black wreckage at the center of the explosion looks a bit like the chassis of some large vehicle. Maca couldn't help guessing that this might be a man-made car bomb incident.

However, in this typical Muggle disaster, a small sprout of the magic world was mixed in, and the meaning of it inevitably touched Maca's heart.

As for the truth of this incident...

"In the future...should I tell this meaningless fact to this boy?"

When Dumbledore told the truth back then, Maca only cared about his complicated mood, but had no more time to think about Dumbledore's mood. Now that it was his turn, he finally realized the unspeakable hesitation.

People often understand that it takes courage to experience misery; they often don't know that sometimes it takes real courage to tell misery as well.

Not long after, the police and ambulance rushed to the scene, busily pulled up the isolation belt, and seized the time to rescue those wounded who were seriously injured but had time to be revived. For a while, this place fell into another kind of chaos mixed with order.

Just as Maca was standing under the shade of a tree on the opposite side of the square, looking at the chaos on the other side and meditating, he found another obvious wave of magic power entering his sensing range from behind.

When he looked back, the source of the magic wave was actually an acquaintance.

"Isn't this the Minister?" Maca raised his eyebrows lightly, "How could he appear here... Oh? Ah!"

Appearing in the shadow of a building not far away right now is the Minister for Magic, Mr. Scrimgeour. But today he was not alone, but beside him was a Muggle man with white hair and glasses.

Although the man in a suit and leather shoes looked very dignified, even ignoring his pale hair, it was hard to tell that he was actually very old. But it was a Muggle after all—when Maca sensed the magic wave for the first time, this old gentleman who looked a little familiar was not inside.

Maca thought about it, and simply walked over.

"Mr. Scrimgeour?" Maca, who showed his figure at the side, casually greeted Mr. Minister, but the old man's shoulders jumped in fright.

"Mr. McLean?" Scrimgeour immediately showed a hard smile on his face when he saw Maca, although it was better not to smile. "Were you around here when the explosion happened? Did you find anything?"

As expected of a wizard who climbed up from the head of the Auror office, he habitually wanted to inquire about the case when he saw it happen.

"Yeah! I was just walking along the banks of the Thame—a little school job," Maca explained a little. It's probably the chassis wreckage of a car, and I think it was a premeditated bombing... on the Muggle side, of course."

"It must be that damn 'ira2' again..." The old man beside him complained in a low voice, he probably thought his voice was soft enough, but Maca and Scrimgeour heard them all.

Of course, it's okay to hear that, they don't care about the dispute between Muggles and Muggles.

"Oh, could this be the current Muggle Prime Minister?" Maca suddenly realized, "This is a rare and important person—Prime Minister, very happy to meet you."

As he spoke, he held out his hand to him.