Chapter 943 Invitation From the Queen of England

"Ron? What are you doing in such a hurry?"

On the way down, Maca ran into Ron who was running up the stairs. Seeing his anxious appearance, I don't know what happened again.

When Ron who came up saw Maca, he wanted to say hello, but he used both hands to carry the tray, so he finally had to grin at Maca.

"Another Auror was sent in when you were away yesterday. The situation is not very good. No, it seems to have relapsed just now. Mr. Pai was too busy, so I asked me to get some medicine for him..."

He walked up while talking, and finally turned directly around the stairs and no one could see him.

"Oh, stop talking! Maca, see you later!"

Looking at the stairway where no one was there, Maca couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

In this disaster, the friends of r.a. have played a very important role. Not only did they join the ranks of resisting the dark creatures in time, but after that, many people stayed behind, repairing London, searching for the wounded, and even laying hands on them. They can be seen everywhere.

Even a guy like Ron, who is usually not very motivated, is constantly contributing his own strength.

Passing by Ron, Maca encountered several volunteers, either familiar or unfamiliar, on the way down, and then returned to the first floor.

After passing through the hall full of patients, he turned from the side door at the other end to an inner corridor at the back of the hall.

Most of the rooms here are usually used as storerooms and potion preparation rooms, but since St. Mungo needs more space to accommodate patients this time, part of the storerooms were simply vacated.

But now, those who are arranged in these warehouses are some relatively special injuries.

For example, the father and son of Victor's family are living here now...

"Hey! McLean, I'm already in good health, why don't you let us go back?"

As soon as Maca entered a certain warehouse, he immediately heard old Victor's questioning voice. It can be seen that he has been staring at the door all the time, waiting to say this sentence!

But the truth was just as he said, although old Victor was old and weak, he had only suffered from cold from the very beginning. Now, he has become alive and well again.

However, it was impossible for father and son to leave St. Mungo's without Maca's consent.

"Sorry, I really can't let you go home... especially you, old sir." He walked up to old Victor and said, "You two, why don't we go to the tea room on the sixth floor for a cup of tea and some snacks?" ? My treat—”

"What tea?" Old Victor said with a sullen old face, "We just want to go home and continue to live in peace! You don't need to ask anything, because I don't know anything."

"dad--"

"Don't talk!"

Little Victor seemed to be trying to persuade his father, but he was blocked immediately by the other party.

But for old Victor's words, Maca showed a disapproving smile.

"Old man, what you said is a little unreasonable, right?" Regardless of the curious eyes of the other patients in the warehouse, he spread his hands and said, "If you really want to live in peace, why did you deliberately let me Is your son coming with me?"

At the beginning, Maca had already left alone, but it didn't take long for little Victor to catch up with him who was about to fly away. At that time, even little Victor himself was puzzled by this.

But now, the old Victor said that he didn't want to have anything to do with the wizard at all. Isn't this inconsistent?

But no matter how clear Maca said, old Victor was still pretending to be confused.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He shook his head stubbornly, and said firmly, "Also, don't talk about it anymore...I just want to get out of here and go home, can't I?"

Speaking of this, the old man said quite loudly:

"It's hard to say, do you still want to detain our father and son here for the rest of your life just because you know some kind of magic?"

Seeing that the old Muggle couldn't make any sense, Maca waved his hands casually.

"That's not enough," he said with a light smile, "at most, I'm too lazy to ask you any more questions, and just search out your mind to find what I want. And after that, you can also leave safely... ..."

Maca didn't continue to ask, after all, he still has a lot of other things to do these days. The old man didn't want to talk about it, so he could just turn around and talk about it later, and he wasn't in a hurry.

When Fu left here again, he glanced back for a while, and happened to see the astonishment on Old Victor's face.

It seems that the Victor family may indeed have some connection with the magic world, but at least the old man doesn't know much about magic.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been surprised by Maca's phrase "rummage through your mind".

Under Little Victor's apologetic gaze, Maca went out of the temporary ward again, and pushed open another door not far away without stopping.

This is the potion preparation room. Unlike the other large preparation room in the basement, this one is only set up and maintained as a spare room on weekdays.

And now, this place has been borrowed by Maca as a personal preparation room.

Putting the patient record book in his hand on the table at the door, he quickly walked to the writing desk inside and sat down, then took out a thick notebook from his waist.

Under the illumination of the magic light that was just lit, Maca flipped through the notes back and forth, and then devoted himself to the soul rule project that he was currently researching.

No matter how busy these two days are, he will not completely abandon the research at hand.

After all, it can be said that Hai Erbo caused all these messy things in front of him. Going back to the source, if you want to completely solve these troubles, you have to start with Hai Erbo.

Not to mention, who knows what troubles that guy will make next - you know, this guy slipped away with a new body!

About an hour later, Maca finally raised his head from his research work, frowned and rubbed his slightly swollen temples.

After taking out a bottle of potion and gulping himself down, he blinked and let out a sigh of relief.

"There are still a few days...well, three days at most!"

After closing the notebook on the table, Maca immediately took out a thicker one from his waist, and flipped through half of the pages that were filled with his writing.

"In the current situation, I don't expect to be able to rest... let's do it in three days!"

For Maca, being a wizard has at least one advantage, that is, there is no need to worry that his fatigue will delay his work efficiency. No matter how confused the brain becomes, a bottle of potion for improvement will immediately return to a fairly good state.

Therefore, even if the schedule is full for a certain period of time, it will often not affect the final effect.

Of course, there are always advantages and disadvantages. Even he needs to clean up the drug deposit afterwards to avoid certain negative effects caused by overdose.

This notebook was also closed, and when Maka put it away, she habitually glanced at the cover.

This notebook, called "Book of Sin", seemed to have accompanied him for quite some time.

...

More than ten minutes later, in St. James's Park.

After the people of the International Federation of Wizards arrived in London, apart from performing tasks, they usually set up tents here to rest or deal with some other affairs.

Just like President Akinbad, he has always been here to give orders and assign tasks to the big guys.

Paired with his dusty coat, those who don't know it may think that he is the head contractor on the construction site!

However, whenever he needs to go to Buckingham Palace, which is just across the park, he will immediately change into a brand new robe. Although the clothes inside still look a little dirty, at least the surface is still very bright, isn't it?

At this moment, he has such a deceptive appearance.

"McLean... Oh, I've been waiting for you here for a long time! Come on, come with me, they've been waiting much longer than me..."

Seeing Maca appearing from the lake in front, Akinbad trotted over immediately, grabbed Maca and walked towards the gate of the park.

It's all under the Muggle Repelling Curse, including the surrounding streets.

Therefore, even though Muggles have been transported back to the city, and even their lives have begun to return to normal, there are still only wizards in this place.

"No, don't pull it, I'll just go by myself!"

Being dragged by Akinbad for a few steps, Maca quickly withdrew her arm—it was too uncomfortable to walk like this.

After that, he continued to explain:

"Mr. Aginbad, you also know that St. Mungo's side is not much easier than the Muggle's temporary refuge. After all, before the army intervenes, it is wizards who can restrain some of the enemies... this time There are really a lot of injured people!"

Generally speaking, if Muggles are targeted by those monsters, they will basically disappear on the spot. So it is also true that there are more wizards than the wounded.

But when it comes to the dead, then...

"Oh... I know that too," Aginbad couldn't help stopping his hasty pace after hearing what Maca said, "I believe the Muggle Queen also understands that this time, neither side Easy!"

That's right, today the Queen of England specially invited Maca to be a guest in the afternoon, saying that she would have an afternoon tea and chat casually, but the specific reason is actually self-explanatory.

"Mr. Akinbad," Maca asked casually when he reached the gate of Buckingham Palace, "What do you think the royal family is planning?"

The federation has always been in contact with the British royal family, otherwise, Maca would not have thought of letting Akinbad be in charge of the Queen's side before.

Of course, the late arrival of the federation also made this relationship useless at all.

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