Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Mr. McLean, the owner has already asked the old housekeeper to order. Although there are still a few teams investigating the foggy area, they are all limited to the outer area...

Right now, Maca has settled in the largest camp of the Bulova family around Kent, and the person in charge of the camp is telling him some details of the scene.

After all, even if Willie's father and the old housekeeper would share the information sent back here with him, the actual situation on the scene is still quite different from the information reported.

Well, I already understand the general situation, Maca stood at the door of a tent in the camp, looked at the capable witch in front of him and nodded, Anyway, let's get rid of the few teams that are still exploring first. Withdraw back! Then...notify all camp leaders that in the next ten hours at least, they must make preparations for retreating at any time, or even evacuating, until I return.

Just saying that, Maca seemed to consider some possibilities again, and then continued after a pause:

By the way, after I go in for a while, there may be some 'relatively large' movements inside. Remember, don't even think about sending someone to check!

Oh, of course! The witch of the Bulova family nodded immediately after hearing this, We also knew something about the battle between Mr. McLean and the ancient wizard Hai Erbo before—it was obviously not something we could easily deal with. The scene of meddling. So, if there is no other request for the time being, I will let someone convey your meaning to all the camps?

Maca thought for a while, and immediately gestured:

Go! There's nothing else to do.

Seeing the other party leave in a hurry, according to what he said, hurry up and get ready, Maca didn't stay any longer, and walked alone to the gray fog that stood in front of him like a high wall with clear boundaries.

On the way through the camp, many family wizards of the Blois family subconsciously stopped and turned their heads when he passed by him, looking at his leaving back.

To be honest, regardless of whether Maca himself is conscious or not, his name has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of many people in this era.

You said, when will this disaster be over?

Who knows? I don't think even Mr. McLean can answer your question.

Well, I just feel that no matter what the final result is, this world... will definitely undergo a drastic change...

Behind Maca,

Many people couldn't help whispering, until someone came to urge them to do things quickly, and then gradually dispersed.

...

As Maca saw in the photos sent to Blois Castle not long ago.

The fog in Kent County is incredibly thick, much thicker than the gray fog that enveloped London at the beginning, making the visibility very low at a glance inside.

However, compared to the moment when the fog was first blown away by the explosion, it has become noticeably thinner now.

Maca walked slowly forward on a road, unfolding his perception of the magic power of the outside world while walking, allowing himself to gradually adapt to the flow of magic power here.

After all, even if Haierbo is still in the period of serious injury with a high probability, it will not be a very easy thing to come to his home court to trouble him.

Hmm... This kind of lifeless magical reaction... Is it true that the living corpses have been gathering in the towns near the central area of ​​the foggy area?

Maca sensed the magic fluctuations faintly coming from a certain direction, and couldn't help but make a rough estimate based on the map.

It's not Canterbury, it's closer to here than that... it should be around Charing Town.

According to the direction from which the magic wave came, he quickly determined the first place to go next. But he can't just go there right now, because at least he has to wait until the teams that are still exploring in the mist are safely withdrawn.

Because if he met that guy Hai Erbo too early, those elite teams specially sent by Fort Blois would probably become victims immediately.

Therefore, after Maca set his goal, he continued to walk along the road as if aimlessly.

It seems that this should be a small road in the countryside. As far as the eyes can see on both sides, there are messy weeds and bushes. He walked on the road step by step, only to feel that the surroundings were quiet, and there was no sound other than his own footsteps.

At this time of year, it is unreasonable that there is not even the slightest sound of insects in the wild. It's just that in this already very weird fog, no matter how unreasonable the situation is, it seems to have become unsurprising.

And when Maca continued to move forward, about half an hour passed...Suddenly, he was about to pass through a very small town and heard some strange movements.

In such a quiet environment... which can even be called dead silence, the figure that should have been small in the first place suddenly appeared rather abrupt. And that abrupt voice seemed to come from a certain house in this small town.

At this moment, Maca finally left the road he had been walking along before, and followed the movement to the streets and alleys of this small town.

Bang... bang... bang...

It was a series of regular knocking sounds, mixed in with the sound of a pet dog scratching the door. Not long after, Maca stopped in front of a house with a yard.

That's right here, Maka nodded, Well... it should be one or two trapped low-level living corpses, right?

Squeak—

He stretched out his hand and gently opened the iron fence door, making a slightly harsh creaking sound.

Maybe it's because there are a lot of open spaces in the wild countryside. People here build their homes very large, and they almost always circle an open space as a yard.

Maca walked across the open space, and didn't try to go in directly through the main door of the house—that door had already been smashed, and it obviously couldn't stop the living corpses.

I saw him go around the house and went all the way to the backyard of the family's house. It can be seen that there are a lot of firewood stacked against the wall here, and there are a few axes on the tool rack, and the bang bang impact comes from under a flap door next to the tool rack.

Oh, so it's the cellar, the monster won't be able to get out—

Maca stepped forward, opened the door panel with a wave of his hand, and then looked down. But at the next moment, he stared at the scene in the cellar and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Tsk, what an unpleasant scene... He couldn't help muttering in a low voice, It seems that no matter how serious the crimes are, I can't be compared with someone like Hai Erbo!