Ron came back with a bag of hot tea and coffee,
He got in the car and gave them to his companions one by one.
"Holy sh * t — who ordered this hot dog?" His hand was stained with sauce.
As he handed the tea to the front, Ron saw that Hermione was still staring intently at the house across the street,
So he asked, "What's the situation?"
Hermione said without looking back, "Liam came to the window on the second floor three times,
Noel didn't move. "
Dick explained, "No one has called the police yet,
Which means the situation is good. "
Ron sat back in the back and lifted the lid of the teacup while complaining, "I still think our behavior is too stoic."
After they tried their best to explain the situation to the Gallagher brothers, who were on the verge of being driven away, Liam laughed and sold them drugs. Noel pushed his brother away with one hand and reached for the phone with the other to call the police.
Hermione had no choice but to use the words she had prepared from the beginning. "We came all the way back from the United States, with fake license plates and overloaded cars, just to tell you a magical story?"
Then they were still driven out.
But as Dick said, the Gallagher brothers never really called the police, even though they followed the two of them all the way from London to Manchester and even spent Christmas Eve in the car. You know,
That wasn't tailing them at all. That was tailing the two brothers' car from behind.
Hermione saw another unfamiliar man looking out of the window on the second floor,
Then Noel appeared and pulled him back,
It was probably the Gallagher's eldest brother, Paul.
Paul had noticed the van parked across the street since noon (Dick had torn off the "Daily Bugle" logo),
And his younger brother looked restless … well, he had always been like this. But even Noel's deadpan face became colder, which was a big deal,
The Gallagher brothers were very curious.
"Is that... the paparazzi in that car?"
Paul was still quite concerned about his two worrisome brothers. He knew that Liam's song was selling well,
Noel also wanted to build an awesome band like the Beatles.
That would inevitably lead to paparazzi chasing after them.
Noel shook his head. "Forget about that car."
Paul did not interfere with his brother's business.
But just as he was about to let down the curtain,
There seemed to be some commotion in the car across the street. Someone opened the door on the passenger side, got out of the car, and ran to the back. Noel frowned when he saw Liam running out.
He tugged at Paul. "I'll go take a look. You talk to Mom. Don't distract her."
Fuck Christmas! Fuck Liam! Noel put on his windbreaker and walked out of the side door. When he walked towards the group of strange "wizards", he had an ominous feeling. The last time he had such a feeling was a few years ago, when a friend of his came to Liam with a smile and told him that his friend had smashed his head with a baseball bat. At that time, Noel had already left school and was working with a small band. When he rushed home in a hurry, he found the kid with the broken head sitting on Noel's bed, playing "Noel's" guitar, and declaring that he wanted to be a rock star in the future. To achieve this goal, Noel had many times wanted to beat his little brother back to his mother's womb with a baseball bat.
Liam's stupid but good-looking face stood out in the group of anxious people. He was there to join in the fun. Noel reached out to pull him away and saw the situation in the back of the car: they had hidden a medical foldable bed inside. A girl, at most thirteen or fourteen years old, was lying on the bed. Someone was taking her temperature and injecting her with medicine.
Noel sucked in a breath of cold air. The child was obviously having a high fever and was talking nonsense. Why didn't these people send her to the hospital?
"We need help!" The young woman leaning on the right side of the patient raised her anxious face and said to Noel.
Paul was in a difficult position. He was just an ordinary man, not as ambitious as his two brothers. His greatest pleasure was to go to the bar to watch a couple of football matches, curse at Manchester United, and then go home to watch TV with his mother. But now, his second brother had entrusted him with an important task: to keep his mother in the kitchen and not come out. They had to carry an unconscious child to the second floor.
But Peggy was no fool. She poked her head out and saw several strangers standing in the living room. The single mother of three immediately grabbed a spatula.
Fortunately, Liam ran in. "Why are you guys still standing here and not going up?"
Peggy put away the spatula and glared at Liam. "Are these your friends?"
"Friends? No, no, I don't have so many friends. They're all colleagues in the studio. They're here to talk about work with Noel! "Liam immediately pushed the blame to his brother.
"Talk about work at Christmas?" Peggy still suspected that her two sons were doing something bad behind her back. But she was used to the endless strange things happening in the house since Noel entered puberty.
"I've said it before. Noel is a workaholic who deserves to die!" Liam replied as he pushed Rolf and the others in the living room upstairs. Paul wiped off a big drop of sweat and continued to help his mother wash the dishes with a smile.
Jenny was placed in the room that Liam and Noel shared on the second floor. Of course, the two brothers weren't home much now, so the room hadn't been ruined to the point where there wasn't even room to step on. The best thing was that Noel had added a layer of soundproof material to the wall when he was practicing his guitar, so they could talk without lowering their voices.
Liam was the last to close the door and add another lock. Then he saw a woman who looked like a Chinese woman take out a set of equipment from a backpack the size of a school bag and connect it to the sick girl's wrist and forehead. Finally, she announced that the data was normal.
Noel's face scrunched up even more like a potato.
Liam questioned before he could say anything, "This girl is obviously running a high fever. Don't you want to call a doctor for her? I mean, I don't care if you are fugitives or members of some evil organization. No one can abuse a child in Gallagher's territory! "
Zhang Qiu was speechless for a moment.
Hermione facepalmed. "Mr. Gallagher, we are not fugitives … Wait, maybe …" This question was not clear, so she looked at Ginny's brothers.
Percy, the oldest Weisles in the room, stood up. "Sir, this girl is our sister …"
Noel suddenly raised his hand, interrupting the segment about the suspicion of everyone abusing children. He got up and walked to Dick's side. He had been sitting at the table since early morning and spread out a full set of communication equipment, but the signal had been intermittent and unstable.
So everyone's attention was diverted to the other side of the ocean. A letter from Red Robin?
Liam was very interested in the equipment in Dick's hand. "Are you spies?"
Hermione suddenly felt uneasy about the vigilance of the British people.
"Shh!" Dick finally got rid of the interference and connected to the channel in the bat cave. Red Robin's voice sounded very tired. Everyone had reason to believe that he had not closed his eyes since the discovery of the magnetic disc.
"… The last layer of encryption … Deadpool recorded in the last few diaries what he eavesdropped on when he sneaked into the meeting. I don't think you want to know how he got into the cat hole-sized ventilation duct … But he was really careless. He thought his self-healing ability was as strong as before. In fact, every time he self-destructed, he was weakening himself …"
"… In short, he couldn't escape in the end. He could only take the risk of burying the magnetic disc in his head. Think about it, a chattering head, saying that he wanted to see Argol, tsk tsk tsk … But Argol didn't dare to stay with him at all. He reported this incident directly to the White House and sent Wade's head back … This is our luck. If we had sent someone to the West Coast to look for Wade a few days later, it might have been too late to crack the message …"
"The next message was analyzed by Bruce and me from a recording that Deadpool hid in a large noise. Our guess was right. The San Diego secret meeting was held by Nihon. He was' that man, 'but he had not yet been able to sneak into the Time Ring. He had only hacked into a few computers. That's why the meeting was held in San Diego. In short, he showed the destructive power of the N7 and dozens of drawings of military weapons to the higher-ups. The problem is that his approach in this matter is completely fair. The United States, Russia, China, the United Kingdom … Their heads sat in front of 'that man' together and got the same drawings together. "
"Then he made a suggestion to all countries: work hard before the next evolution comes. Yes, he called genocide and World War III evolution … Stark has been monitoring several rare metal deposits he knows. He wanted to buy the mines before the countries explored them, but it seems that there are already forces in action … "
"And, Bruce reminded me. Our communication channel may also be tampered with by Nihon, so if nothing unexpected happens, this is the last time I take the initiative to contact you … Goodbye. "
The atmosphere in the room was stagnant. Only Ginny's gibberish could be heard.
Liam looked left at his brother, who was frowning, and right at the Hogwarts team, who were either standing or sitting, but all were silent. He felt that he might have secretly taken drugs today and forgotten.
"Am I blind or what? Did I just hear the news that World War III is about to break out in the bedroom where I have slept for twenty years? What happened to the promise not to go to war? "
"F * ck you, Liam!" Noel raised his leg and kicked Liam, who crashed into the door. Then he went forward and pulled Dick up.
Dick was a few centimeters taller and stronger than Noel, but he still put on a begging posture and let Noel grab his collar. He patiently explained, "It's what you heard …"
Liam got up from the floor, still a little dizzy. "What do you mean by 'what do you mean?"
Drac had a good impression of Liam's blonde hair, so she kindly explained, "Someone gathered a group of mischievous kids who were secretly fighting each other but appeared to be friendly on the surface. Then, he gave each of them ten pieces of their favorite candy and told them that he would come again next week."
Hermione then added, "It seems fair, but the problem is that these mischievous kids can't just wait for him to come again. In this week, the stronger ones will rob the weaker ones. After the weaker ones are eliminated, the stronger ones will fight each other to the death …"
"Just for ten pieces of candy?" Liam was confused.
Ron patted him on the shoulder. "Brother, when you beat up the other kids, it'll be more than ten pieces of candy."
Liam still looked like he didn't fully understand, but Noel had been holding back for a long time. "I just want to know, what does the outbreak of World War have to do with us?" To be honest, even if a war really broke out, the two brothers wouldn't live for more than two months even if they joined the army, right?
Rolf raised his hand weakly. "We also want to know …"
Everyone wanted to know, since Noel and Liam couldn't find any connection with Harry, why did the clues lead them here? There was also a layer of worry that no one spoke of. Could it be that they didn't know where they started and went in the wrong direction?
A knock on the door interrupted the stalemate.
It was Paul. Big Brother coughed a few times and then reminded them, "Mother said we can talk about work tomorrow. She asked you and your friends to come down for pudding."
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