Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Mr. Mr. McLorne, the fog that covered most of Kent, started moving again!”

It’s not clear in Marx that the old steward was good or bad when he brought the news to him. He heard the other person standing directly at the door and telling the latest news.

To be honest, Marx is still very surprised. After all, he had just learned from Enns about Herpo’s willingness to stop the battle–although he hasn’t been able to confirm it until now, and there is some credibility in Herpo’s intention.

However, when Marx saw that the old steward had said the news, it did not seem to show too much urgency. He realized that things were probably not as simple as the one sentence just said.

Sure enough, I saw the old steward, after a little stop, immediately followed:

“But… to be honest, this time even my Patriarch people are not quite sure whether it is a ‘bad news’. Because the direction of the fog is… London.”

The fog is returning, returning along the original road!

Although the fog is not the fog that originally enveloped London – it is not only much larger than the original coverage, but also rich.

However, it is indeed swept back in accordance with the previous movement of the fog in London, which is said to be quite fast.

What’s more important is that the original mobile route from London to Canterbury was cleaned up by both the Marx and other wizards and the Muggle army. The residents of several towns on the way have already been removed. Coupled with the fact that London is now an empty city, this fog will not affect even an innocent person during the move.

“Mr. Mr. MrLorne,” old steward, after communicating the news, looked at Marx. “Patriarch is very concerned about this new situation, so he asked me to come over and send the news directly to you. The fog has not yet arrived in London, he wants to hear your opinion.”

However, after listening to the words of old steward, Marx did not speak immediately. He just stood in front of the old steward and pondered for a moment, then he frowned slightly:

“I’m afraid… that guy is in the ‘invitation’ I am going to!”

Yes, Marx thought after thinking about it, maybe this is actually a somewhat special “personal offer” that Herpo made to him.

For example, the movement of fog is equivalent to the return of Herpo, which was once declared missing; and the fog drifting back to London is estimated to imply that Herpo is waiting for Marx in London.

After Marx re-thought again, he gestured to the old steward nodded.

“I know this thing, um… Mr. Steward, let me talk to Mr. Blois first! Just say that the surveillance of the foggy mobile route can continue, and it is really not stopping in London.” In addition, there is nothing to do for the time being – including daily patrols in the fog.”

As he said, Marx suddenly spread his hand and followed it to add:

“After that, whether the fog really stays in London or turns a corner on the way, I will go through it myself.”

The voice did not fall, the old steward suddenly moved towards Marx owed a slight owe.

“Okay, I will go with Patriarch.”

Looking at the old steward and hurriedly left the tower, Marx thought about the news he had just heard, and then returned to the sofa in the middle of the living room and sat down.

At this moment, Marx, who was pondering, suddenly turned his head and glanced at Alexander, who had stood aside from the beginning.

“Oh, is there anything else?”

“Oh, no…nothing,” Alexander feared this and couldn’t help but shook his head. “Professor, I just see what you have been thinking about, so I didn’t dare to speak.”

“Is it?” Marx nodded, “Don’t care about this! Oh, you just went to see Ens, how do you feel about him?”

“Ens…” After hearing the Marx question, Alexander couldn’t help but hesitate for a while before he thought about it. “How do you say it? Professor, I believe you know it too. He has always been a little bit nervous. The feeling. Don’t look at him all day long with a long face as if others owe him a gold Galleon, but his heart is actually quite sensitive and quite soft.”

Marx heard Alexander say so, and couldn’t help but be slightly nodded.

“You should come to him in the afternoon?” He said to the other side. “Don’t worry about anything. You will come over directly in a while. I may not be here when I arrive. You can do it freely. I won’t lock the door.” of.”

“Oh! Ok, Professor!”

“Okay, go get ready, lunch time is coming.”

After sending Alexander away, Marx took out a letter from his pocket that he had intended to give Ens to Herpo, and burned it with a fire.

Since Herpo gives hints of the invitation, the letter is of no use, isn’t it?

Although… this “invitation” from London is somewhat suspicious.

……

For today’s lunch, although the variety of meals is still very delicious, Marx still does not spend too much time on the taste of food. After rushing to fill his stomach, he greeted the small partners such as Hermione and Luna, and then returned directly from the dinning hall.

Then he just drank a cup of tea in the living room, and by the way, the lunch brought to Ens was personally sent to the past, and then went to the room on the top floor of the tower.

Since Marx didn’t take back the rune card here, when he entered the room, he was once again wrapped up in the faint blue glow.

Right now, what Marx is thinking about is actually very simple. He wants to study the method of extracting the soul fragment from Horcrux as much as possible before going to London to meet with Herpo.

“peng!”

The devour mirror was relocated to the center of the room as before, and Marx himself sat up with her legs in front of the ancient mirror.

Among the mirrors, there is still chaos, and the screaming people are not clear at all.

Perhaps it was because Marx began to look closely at the mirror to observe it carefully. The mirror image that happened to happen unexpectedly, but this time it never appeared again.

In this way, Marx’s time of the day can be said to have basically been spent in front of the devour mirror. It wasn’t until the evening that he interrupted the study because of Delphi, who appeared quietly outside the door downstairs, and took the mirror down the stairs.