Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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"Ens, during the time I entered London, you will stay here and wait! Hmm... Maybe you will think that I have no right to restrict your freedom, but... please understand me. The hard work. Then, for the sake of me not treating you harshly, remember that anyway, at least you must not step into the misty area for half a step, understand?"

After telling Ens in this way, Maca contacted Mr. Blois again, and learned that Luna, Hermione and other friends are all good news.

After that, under the gaze of many eyes, Maca decisively walked out of the camp and went straight to the city of London, which was shrouded like a mountain of gray mist.

Ensi looked at his back, and for a moment he showed a slightly unworthy expression.

Needless to say, Ens naturally admired Maca's magical strength, and even always regarded the other party as his life goal.However, Ensi didn't feel any desire for Maca's current status, because if you want to be in Maca's position, you need to carry too much weight.

To be honest, Ens had actually repeatedly imagined that if the series of backs that Salazar Slytherin left behind were all successful...probably, Ens Tavon would also come to the fore. Eye-catching.Coupled with the inheritance of ancestor Slytherin, it is not impossible to become the second "Maca McLean".

However, by now, although I may be a little sorry for the lives that have been sacrificed because of Helbo's turmoil, Ensi feels a little lucky that Slytherin's plan failed.

Because, he doesn't want to be a big man with great responsibility at all.

"Mr. Tavon?"

Hearing the witch who was in charge of the camp nearby called herself, Ensi turned her head and looked at the other party.

"Madam, what's the matter?"

"Oh, sorry," the witch shook her head, "it's nothing...I just saw you have been standing here for several minutes, so... do you want to go in for a cup of coffee?"

"Has it been so long?"

Hearing this, Ensi couldn't help but glanced outside the gate of the camp, only to find that Maca's figure had already been swallowed by the distant mist, completely invisible.

In this way, he had to nod his head and said:

"Okay! But... Madam, don't you know if there is tea here? I think you know, we English are still more used to drinking tea."

"In the UK, do even children your age like to drink tea?"

"Madam, I am not young anymore..."

Perhaps it is precisely because Maca does not allow them to enter the fog area to explore, so in the past two days, the wizards of the Blois family stationed here have nothing to do most of the time.

In other words, apart from regularly changing shifts and patrolling the surrounding areas, they are basically very idle!

"Mr. Tavon, do you want to play Wizard Chess?"

"No."

...

Compared with Maca, who is walking cautiously step by step in the mist, the atmosphere on Ensi's side is much more relaxed.Although, Ensi might not welcome the other party at all in his heart.

Of course, as long as Ensi does not enter this mist at will, this is enough for Maca.

At this moment, Maca walked forward slowly along this fog-filled street, while carefully perceiving the surrounding magical fluctuations left and right.

He originally thought that Helbo would be waiting directly in the city center-and even if he wasn't there, at least the living corpses should be in this area.Therefore, after he entered the foggy area, he flew straight here.

However, when he came to this rather familiar street in the city center, he found that he didn't even have a personal picture.

Maca continued to walk along the street, but he couldn't see far because of the fog.

Therefore, he can only rely on the magic sensing ability that is somewhat wider than the field of vision, or simply rely on the memory of the past to judge where he is and where he should go next.

After Maca wandered around in this seemingly empty central London, but found nothing, he decided to take another trip to the underground black market.

However, just as he passed on the London Bridge and was about to go to the entrance to the black market on the other side of the Thames, the figure familiar to him finally appeared from the opposite side of the bridge and walked towards him.

"McLean, you look...you seem to be in good spirits?"

"Really? But how do I feel that I have been exhausted all day?"

Maca's tone of voice was a bit bad, after all, to be honest, he had never had a good impression of Helbok.Even though the opponent seems to be mainly preparing for peace talks on the truce, Maca doesn't think the guy on the other side really has the heart to stop the war.

Of course, the most important thing is that the opponent's missing arm seems to have not recovered yet.This is what gives Maca enough confidence to gain the upper hand in words.

The lack of an arm is of course nothing to Haierbo. The key is that this proves that the trauma of the opponent's soul is still unhealed-this has a considerable impact on his combat strength.

"Halbo," Maca paused for a while, and then said loudly to the other side, "I understand your'invitation', and I have also heard your intention to convey the truce from Ensi. But it's a pity, at least with you Judging from what I have done so far, I cannot agree to the request for a truce... and I dare not agree to it."

"Oh! McLean, take a look at how I am now!" Haierbo said, "What's more, now even the things I tried so hard to think of are still in your hands... I must say, I think it’s obviously unlikely that I will snatch it from you."

After Maca heard it, he just curled his lips and said:

"So? Don't tell me you are going to give up?"

"Why can't you give up?" Haier Bodang's only remaining hand gently spread, looking at Maca, "Oh, okay! I know it's hard to believe it with just one mouth, but ...McLean, haven't you received my sincerity?"

"Your sincerity?"

Seeing what Haierbo suddenly said about "sincerity", Maca couldn't help being a little puzzled—has Haierbo given him any benefit recently?Could it be that it was just a matter of moving the fog from Kent back to London without hurting others?

If you are really referring to this, Maca has to let his black bald head bloom today.

Unexpectedly, Haierbo was also somewhat unexpected and authentic:

"Yes! My'sincerity'... Mirror of Devouring, hasn't anything changed on your side?"

When Maca heard it, he was stunned.