Alfred followed the old man with some frustration. He began to miss his home, the soft sofa and the warm fire. Instead of braving the cold wind and running for his life in fear.
He then thought of Barty Crouch, his teacher and boss, the original Merlin who had blessed him and hoped that he would arrive at the hospital safely.
Then, he began to worry about himself again. His injury was not serious, the bullet penetrated his shoulder.
This is a good thing. Alfred remembered what the old lady said before: This is a good thing, if the bullet stays inside you, you will be in more pain.
Damn exorcism bullets. He cursed softly in his mind, his excitement hurting the wound, and the young Auror couldn't help but take a breath of air.
"If you feel tired, we can take a rest." Kathleen, who was walking in the front, noticed something strange about the person behind her.
It's a miracle, how can she still have such good ears at this age? Alfred thought in his heart.
"No, let's go quickly, ma'am, while there's no one on the street."
"Well, there is indeed no one around. Maybe you can find a pharmacy and I can give you a simple treatment of the wound."
"Have you participated in a war before?" Alfred changed the topic, trying to divert his attention from the wounds, and he was also curious about why a seventy or eighty-year-old man had so many arms.
Katherine was carrying a shotgun on her back and a bunch of bullets on her chest. She also had a rifle in her hand, a large-caliber revolver on the right side of her waist, and a neat row of grenades on the left.
Alfred was surprised that the pile of things didn't overwhelm the thin old lady. He also offered to help carry something, but it was obvious that Ms. Katherine preferred to bring the weapons with her.
"War? No, I didn't, but my third husband participated in it. He liked to wield swords and guns. So after he died, he left me this pile of things, which came in handy." The old lady said happily,
"Honestly, I don't know what to do with these things? Take them to afternoon tea? Or go to the bank?
"But look, without them, I wouldn't be able to deal with the villains who broke into the apartment, and I wouldn't be able to save you. So, I have to thank my third husband, may he rest in peace."
While they were talking, the two of them had already crossed a small street and reached a fork in front of them. Alfred hesitated, but Kathleen quickly made a decision.
She decided to go to the right. "The right is always right. I eat with my right hand, write with my right hand, and do some private things with it. I trust my right hand."
Alfred wanted to ask: What should I do if I am left-handed?
But after seeing the heavy rifle, he gave up the idea and held the wand tightly in his hand.
For some reason, he felt uneasy in his heart, no, to be precise, he was afraid, as if something was scratching his heart.
He stopped and looked behind him suspiciously. He asked about some bad smells, such as lead, lime...
Suddenly, the young Auror expected something. He quickly looked up and saw a figure standing on the roof of a brick building.
The thing squatted on the wall like a cat. It had no facial features, but Alfred felt that the thing was looking at them.
It slowly opened its wings, and a long barbed tail lifted up from behind him, like a warning.
Warning that something is about to happen,
The young Auror's eyes widened. He felt that time had slowed down. He had forgotten any spell he had learned, and he even forgot to escape.
The monster fell from the sky and made no sound in its flight. Its target was very clear, it was Mrs. Catherine.
At the critical moment, a man in a black trench coat rushed out of the window of the nearby gift shop. The staff and sword in the man's hand shone brightly in the sun, and penetrated the monster like a knight's spear.
With the force of the impact, the man pressed the monster hard against the opposite wall, and penetrated the monster's body bit by bit with his staff and sword.
The monster waved its claws in an attempt to fight back, but with a loud noise, the claws were blown away by something, and then fell directly in front of Alfred.
Only then did the young Auror see that the man had a strange-looking shotgun in his other hand.
"Go back to your own place." The guy in a black trench coat roared, and actually used his staff and sword to push up the monster, and then violently threw it aside.
Before the monster landed, the man fired two shots, one hitting the monster's head and the other hitting the monster's abdomen.
Then there was a calm, like a sudden stop of a downpour.
The mysterious man turned around, his tall body dragging a long shadow on the ground.
"Wizard?" His eyes stayed on Alfred for a moment, then looked at Catherine, "Muggle?"
"No, it is true that I am also a wizard." The old lady corrected, "I just can't cast spells."
For some reason, the man in front of him made Alfred even more stressed. He felt in a daze that he might as well face the monster just now, which might be a little easier.
"Look what I'm saying, kid? You're right to go to the right." The old lady looked very proud, completely unaware that her life was hanging by a thread just now.
The man put away his staff and sword and took out a half-finished cigar from his trench coat pocket.
"Borrow a fire." He said to the two of them.
Katherine took out a lighter and threw it.
"Where are you going?"
"Go to the town hospital, the young man is injured."
"Count me in." The man lit a cigar with a lighter.
Alfred seemed a little reluctant and asked carefully: "Why?"
"kindness?"
"Why do you want to be with us? I mean, you are so strong."
"Because you are weak, and weak people will attract monsters." The man held the cigar between his index and middle fingers, "And me, I like killing monsters."
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Tina was ready to set off again. The short rest allowed Ellie and Scott to regain a lot of strength, and their situation didn't look as bad as before.
"The next road will be more difficult." Tina reminded, "We need to pass through the city center. That place has now become a battlefield, so we need to be extra careful."
After hearing this again, the sheriff couldn't help shouting: "Ah, damn it. It would be great if you could give me some weapons, I'm almost out of bullets."
Ellie took out a bottle of decoction used to restore magic power from her pocket and drank it. Although this decoction was not as effective as the Palaser magic decoction, it was better than having any side effects.
"What weapons do you need?" Tina asked.
"It's best to use a gun. If not, pistol bullets will do."
"We will pass by Lao Qiao's gun shop. If we are lucky, there should be some leftover weapons there."
After all, Skrtel has been the sheriff of the small town for more than ten years. When he mentioned Lao Qiao's gun shop, he understood Tina's route to a certain extent.
"I hope the store hasn't been completely robbed yet."