Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

While Maca was eating snacks with everyone in that ward in St. Mungo, Lupin, the main person in charge of the diagonal lane, was receiving a group of male and female wizards with special identities.

As Maca had guessed before, this group of wizards did come from the United States. Moreover, they are a support team personally led by Barlow Stewart, one of the two principals of the Ifmagnier Magic School, appointed by the President of the United States Magic Congress.

In this team, there are Quidditch players who are good at air combat, experienced black wizard strikers, and many current Aurors in the United States.

And to say what these American wizards from all walks of life have in common, it is naturally that they have all graduated from Ifamon in the United States.

Yes, it can be said that this large number of teams was actually dispatched on the grounds of Yaffmani's friendly support to Hogwarts. As far as the origins of the two schools are almost the same origin, no one can gossip about this reason.

"Mr. Stewart, I think I have to thank you first on behalf of Headmaster McGonagall of Hogwarts. In this terrible disaster, Ifamonil can stand up for Hogwarts, for us British magic It is a very rare thing for the industry to provide support. "

On the long table in the middle of the broken cauldron bar, Lu Pin thanked the principal of Ifamoni across the table. Prior to that, those wizard volunteers from the United States had been taken to Kingsley to participate in the battle.

As you can see right now, Stewart, sitting next to the long table, is a slightly older, middle-aged man. He was wearing a rather smart casual suit, stepping on a pair of slightly old-fashioned leather shoes under his feet, and a pair of silver thin-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose.

At first glance, instead of being a wizard, it's more like a fierce Muggle professor.

Hearing Lupin's gratitude, Mr. Stewart immediately shook his head, and then spoke quickly:

"No, do n’t thank us-to say thank you, in fact, we have to say 'thank you' on the contrary. I thought that if it was n’t for Mr. McLean ’s righteousness, I would have someone in captivity. The crisis of the tacit man has cut off the root cause from the beginning, then we in the American magic community may suffer an extremely great loss for no reason! "

Stewart said that this incident was originally only done by Maca in response to Greenward, but it obviously has more important significance in the US Magic Congress.

Well, who made that culprit-that is, the old subordinates of Greenward, who himself was from Ifamon?

"So this time, we are not here to provide any conventional humanitarian support, but to give a‘ reward ’in return for Mr. McLean ’s help.”

Speaking of which, Stewart's face, which seemed to have been serious all the time, suddenly burst into a smile, and he nodded at Lu Ping:

"And to be honest, this foggy disaster in London is not necessarily a scourge that belongs only to the British magic world. From the speckles of the ancient black wizard Hailebo and the chaos that had previously set off globally, if Once London, England falls ... the crisis will sooner or later spread throughout the world. "

"That ’s why, although our United States is separated from your country by a huge North Atlantic, we cannot help but think about future developments—this time, rather than support, I think it is better to kill the disaster in the cradle as soon as possible. Here, so that after that Halepo has accumulated more strength, it will also threaten the daily security of our American magic community. "

War is equivalent to attrition. No matter the victors or defeaters, in fact, they will suffer a lot of losses, but no country wants to see them.

After hearing Stewart's words, Lupin nodded, agreeing.

"Yes," he said, "In fact, I also think that Haierbo's eyes cannot be confined to our British magic world. If he develops it, the consequences will be beyond our imagination."

With that said, both of them paused for a moment, and then Stuart suddenly turned again:

"By the way, Mr. Lupin! Actually, I also want to meet with Mr. McLean-the private manor where there were many silent people last time. He left there soon after finishing the work, so that When I passed by, I missed him unfortunately. "

"Oh, see Marka ..." Speaking of this, Lupin couldn't help showing a little sorry expression. "In fact, we couldn't find his place anytime. So I can only say that I'm not big Knowing exactly where he is ... I just know that he must be somewhere in the city right now, working to resolve the crisis. "

Stuart heard that he was a bit disappointed-he was so hurrying along the way along the way, just want to see the young wizard power who has been very popular recently.

But now it seems that it is not so easy to see.

"Okay!" For a moment, Stuart stood up and directed at Lupin. "Then, I'll go to Mr. Shackler's side and make a difference."

It can be seen that the principal of the Ifmagnier Magic School has nothing to do with it, and doing things is a down-to-earth attitude.

And ... It seems that he is still a man with efficiency in everything.

Because after saying that last word, he decisively resigned from Lupin, and then turned to the door. As for the current situation in the city of London, he even asked for it as soon as he arrived here, and there was almost no effort at this time.

After watching the other party leave wildly, Lu Ping glanced over the bar again-an owl was standing on it, pecking at the crumbs scattered on the bar.

It was the messenger Lupin had used to send Maca before the American wizards came over. What was unexpected was that this time, even the owl could not find Maca's place.

"Well, let's send the facts again ... but those American wizards have also been here, and the content needs to be changed and improved."

After speaking, he quickly walked back to the bar and lifted the quill to write down.

...

"... No, I'm not hungry."

At the same time, Delphi had just rejected the bread Fred had handed to him. And her sight neither fell on the bread, nor on Fred, nor did she go to see Maca by the bed.

No one knew what was going on with her at the moment, only Marca felt it faintly—the girl seemed to be in trouble?

"Miss Fisher, let me say, you still have something to eat! If I'm not mistaken, you should have never eaten all night? How could this not be hungry?"

"In short, it's just not hungry," Delphi still didn't go to see him, just pouting his mouth, stalemate for a while before whispering, "Also, I said I don't like 'Fisher' Last name ... I'm not a fisherman. "

"Uh ..." Maca shrugged as soon as she heard it, "OK!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Fred take back the bread that could not be delivered, and took a sip indifferently. Then I heard him say something vaguely:

"Aren't you surnamed Fisher? What should we call you?"

Delphi glanced at Maca, then deliberately:

"Just call me Mike—"

"Ahem."

Maca quickly coughed, interrupting her inexplicable gambling, but there was still a little helplessness in her expression. Seriously, this extra daughter is so big ... It's really a good thing that people don't know what to do.

Obviously, although Delphi could not finish his words, he still attracted the attention of almost everyone present. Hermione, in particular, was widening her eyes at this moment, her face full of complexity.

Everyone naturally heard that Delphi was supposed to say "McLean". It is important to know that it is not necessarily the father and daughter who follow the surname of another person, but in terms of age, they are more likely to be husband and wife.

What's more, in fact, Hermione was very skeptical of her intentions about Maca. Even though Maca might not like her, she most likely liked Maca.

Yes, like Hermione herself.

"I'm afraid of you, let's do it!" Maca waved her hands. "Well, don't make a mess ... Anyway, you trust me once and give me all the next things!"

This sentence is obviously addressed to Delphi, although almost nothing is explained, but if Delphi, it is natural to understand the meaning implied in his words ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ However, this Fei's side is not a matter of trust or distrust at all. After all, many things are "facts" that have happened in her memory.

The father of that year was indeed seriously injured, so that he couldn't turn over under Haierbo's hands from beginning to end. In the end, it just so inexplicably evaporates.

However, Delphi also knows Maca very well, and she knows that most of the time it is impossible to stop the other party. So after Marka said that, she still closed her mouth silently, although she was still reluctant.

When Maca saw this, she shook her head towards Fred and motioned for another bread.

"Hey, this time is raspberry bread. Come on?"

Delphi blinked, but he still reached for it—Fred had no resentment against her after all, and he couldn't ignore the goodwill of others over and over again?

With that in mind, she opened her mouth and took a big bite, as if she were treating the piece of bread as a maca who could never hear her.