Chapter 908 The Magical World Through Muggle Eyes

If wizards can be seen by Muggles, but all kinds of magical creatures cannot be seen by Muggles. Then, when those wizards born through blood transformation appear in the eyes of Muggles...

What will they look like?

Maca couldn't be sure of this, but he could always understand one thing from old Victor's astonished eyes—Muggles could indeed see something!

Withdrawing his gaze from Old Victor, he turned his head again and looked into the distance again.

It was a dementor, and it was a dementor with a different shape than before. Its black cloak is as elegant and complete as a veil, its eyes are shining with blood red light, and its flying speed is much faster than ordinary dementors.

What's more, its palm is still full of flesh and blood, not the emaciated and almost dead skeleton of ordinary dementors.

And Maca actually discovered that in the majestic fluctuations of magic power of the "Dementor", there is actually a regularity that originated from wizards.

Maca has only seen this kind of magic fluctuation on two types of non-humanoid creatures: one of them is a wizard in the state of Animagus; and the other is transformed by blood like Miriam. And can be transformed into a magical wizard.

Watching that extraordinary "dementor" whirling around a certain tall building for a moment, Maca easily thought of the only culprit - the despicable Haierbo.

Not to mention who else can master this level of bloodline transformation technology other than the dead old Eun, just judging from creatures like "Dementors", Hai Erbo, as the maker, probably can't get rid of it .

"Can you all see 'it'?"

While Maca casually asked Victor and his son beside him, he was ready to take out the staff at any time. As long as the specially shaped dementor no longer hovers like that, but moves slightly, then he will attack immediately.

Because he knew that even if the barrier between the wizarding world and the Muggle world would be broken again one day, it shouldn't be now.

In particular, it should not be broken in this "bad form".

"Of course I can! Could it be that your eyes are short-sighted?" Even though he was hesitating in astonishment, Old Victor's tone was still so aggressive.

Behind him, his son Victor Jr. did not have his father's bad temper, but he seemed to be far inferior in terms of psychological endurance.

"Oh...then, what is that? Can't you see it? That gray, translucent shadow?" He said tremblingly, "I can feel the chill from so far away...heh , you really can’t see? Don’t scare me!”

"Of course I saw it too..."

Maca reached out to touch his arm, and 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 to have a look."

"Hey!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was grabbed by the arm by the other party before he could move his legs.

"What else did you do in the past? Who knows whether that thing is a ghost or an alien... I watch all kinds of messy events on TV, and those who are curious will probably have bad luck, so don't join in the fun!"

"Don't worry! Scotland Yard is much closer than we are—"

The "Scotland Yard" that Maca calls is actually another name for the Metropolitan Police Department. But also because of this, he felt somewhat guilty... Since this incident happened in a downtown area, there were quite a few Muggle witnesses, so the follow-up processing would become a lot more troublesome.

Of course, this time it was obviously far inferior to the big scene of "wizards and large magical creatures gathering in Haifa City" last time.

After gently pulling his arm back from the opponent's hand, Maca quickly ran forward. Just before leaving, he left a small "mark" for the father and son. After all, he planned to ask a few more questions after that!

However, he did not expect,

After running not far, little Victor unexpectedly chased him again. If this guy can stay a few steps late, he will have a chance to flash into the nearby woods and cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself.

"What's wrong?"

Maca looked at the slightly panting uncle beside him, and he was already thinking about whether to give him a spell like the Confusion Curse.

only……

"Father... insisted that I follow you, saying that he wanted me to accompany you to take a good look..." He also said with a puzzled face, "To be honest, I didn't understand what he wanted me to see ...See how that translucent monster killed me? If he didn't force me..."

"Ok?"

Hearing what he said, Maca suddenly felt a little strange—why did old Victor say that? Could it be that the eccentric alcoholic old man... is actually a slightly special Squib or something?

It's a pity that Maca didn't sense any signs of magical activity from the opponent's body. It stands to reason that even the magic power of the Squib has a certain amount of activity—even if that activity is extremely weak.

And old Victor... Even if it was, at least it wasn't a normal type of squib.

"If that's the case, then follow along!" Maca thought for a while, "But if you just run like this, I don't think you can keep up..."

I don't know what he thought of again. In short, he seems to be willing to take on this "burden" in the true sense.

"Remember, what you see next will probably be forgotten in the future. So... If you can enjoy this kind of excitement, then watch it a few more times!"

After all, Maca dragged him into the woods beside the road. Not long after, two figures that almost no one could see suddenly jumped out of the forest, and then flew high into the distance.

And in the back mountain garden of Greenwich Park, old Victor was still looking at the gray phantom in the distance, but he didn't notice Maca and his son who were also looting in the air.

...

"Roar--"

Ordinary dementors don't make any noise, let alone this incomparably penetrating roar. However, this particular Dementor does.

Beneath this tall building, the Muggles on the street had already appeared in chaos. Even though the translucent monster hadn't done any harm, there were already some people running away in the crowd.

As for the remaining part, most of them gathered around, looking up and watching intently.

For a while, there were whispers, exclamations, and whispers at the crossroads, and there was no shortage of people pointing at the monster in mid-air and laughing again and again.

When Makati came nearby with the pale little Victor, the ground was already in chaos.

Landing on the top of an inconspicuous office building, he easily lifted the floating spell on little Victor, and saw him collapsed with trembling legs.

"This...what the hell is going on here? Fly? Did I fly just now? I can fly?" Little Victor kept shouting while supporting the cement board under his body, "Is this world crazy, or Am I crazy myself?"

Maca, who was standing on the edge of the roof, looked at the dementor opposite, and said without looking back:

"Take it as the world is crazy!"

He was just watching now, and didn't directly try to get rid of the dementor.

Because he knew very well that Hai Erbo was very likely to be nearby. If you don't dig out this source, it's not only meaningless to simply deal with that dementor, but it will also add danger to yourself.

Hai Erbo is not an ordinary character, and the previous failures have taught him enough lessons.

However, Maca at this time is not just keeping on the sidelines. Under such circumstances, it is a little puzzling that he should continue to talk to little Victor.

Just listen to him say to the Muggle behind him:

"Actually, I can briefly explain it to you... For example, my identity is actually a 'wizard', and I can use all kinds of strange 'magic'. But hovering around the tall building opposite is a kind of danger creatures of dark magic."

"Wizard? Magic?" Little Victor was so surprised that he even forgot his fear when he heard the words, "Do you mean the kind of 'magic' in those fairy tales?"

"Part of it is similar!" Maca shrugged, but his eyes were still wandering around.

"Oh...ha! Magic?"

Perhaps it was because everything was so bizarre that little Victor couldn't help but gave a strange smile, but there was no half smile in it.

"Hmm... To be honest, if I didn't fly once just now, I wouldn't believe it..." After he struggled for a while, he tentatively asked again, "Then... a wizard like you ', is there a lot? Why have I never seen it in my life? Even newspapers and TV have not reported anything..."

Maca then shook his head and said:

"If I have to say it, there are still some traces on those news media—for example, if you see an inexplicable event on it, it may be related to 'wizards'."

Speaking of this, he saw that he spread his hands again.

"As for the number of wizarding groups..." he roughly estimated, "Well, the population of those with clear registration in the UK seems to have risen to 5,000 recently, but if black households are included... it may exceed 10,000, right?"

"That's a lot——" Little Victor thought it was a lot at first, but quickly shook his head and said, "Uh, well... Should this be too much or too little?"

"It's already a lot," Maca said. "As far as I know, if you go back ten years, this number will be reduced by nearly half... If you go forward, it will be even less."

I don't know why he is still talking about the population increase and decrease of the wizarding world with a Muggle at this time. Although at the same time, his search for Hai Erbo did not actually fall by half.

"And the so-called 'monster' you see now was created by a certain 'most dangerous black household'."

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