Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This is the first time Ursula has come to this ancient city of Winchester.

But obviously, she has rarely left home since she was injured when she was young, not to mention Britain, and even the nearby Muggle town can't even recognize a few roads.It wasn't until the Prophet's bloodline awakened that she left her hometown where she grew up because of a certain sense of mission. She has traveled around more places recently than she has been to in her life nearly two decades before.

However, the style and features of the ancient city of Winchester are indeed very rare. Even if the city agrees to be filled with annoying gray fog, the sense of historical vicissitudes of this ancient city is still invading from the range of vision. It makes people feel endless aftertaste.

Ursula was held in her arms by the doll of the dwarf, while secretly enduring the faint pain in her back caused by the long bumps, she couldn't help but lift her hood slightly, and silently looked around.

It can be found that there seemed to be a rain around here last night, and the roads in the streets were damp.

Perhaps it is because the pavement of this ancient city has been through wind, frost, rain and snow for too long, and people and horses practice, even if there are traces of repairs, there are still potholes everywhere.Now that it has rained, the sinking areas have accumulated water, which seems more obvious.

"Miss Hornheim, your shoes are all wet."

While secretly rejoicing that she didn’t have to walk in such a place, Ursula couldn’t help but reminded him kindly—before setting off to come here, this lady who could manipulate the doll finally told her own name. she was.

In fact, although Ursula was taken abducted by the other party, she always felt that the other party was not a "bad guy" during her time with the other party, but seemed to be quite talkative.

Because of this, she was no longer as guarded as she was at the beginning.

"Yes, it's soaked," Sarah nodded, "but it's okay, it's fun to walk in a puddle."

"is it?"

Ursula, who was originally a little fortunate, was somehow envious.

"Well, it seems really interesting."

When the voice fell slightly, Ursula sighed for a moment before turning to:

"Miss Hohenheim, are we...are there already?"

"Oh, yeah! It's almost there," Sarah nodded. "We are coming to this Old Town of Winchester. The person who asked me to pick you up is waiting here."

"Here?" Ursula heard the words, and couldn't help knocking around again, and then asked with some doubts, "Where?"

This is indeed a land with a long history and full of charm. It is good to occasionally visit and taste the glory of England.But if I live here... it's a bit strange, not to mention this time when there are crises everywhere.

But when Ursula was puzzled, she heard Sarah say:

"Where? I don't know—he never mentioned it to me."

As she said that, Sarah suddenly stopped, and she stopped there motionless as the water splashed.As a result, the doll holding Ursula by his side naturally stopped moving forward and waited silently.

Upon seeing this, Ursula didn't dare to speak any more, because the other party had obviously noticed something suddenly.

After a while, Sarah nodded slightly and said:

"It looks like someone has come to pick us up."

"Isn't it a living corpse?" Ursula was a little worried.

"I guess not," Sarah shook her head. "Didn't you find it? Even a living corpse hasn't appeared in this ancient city until now-think about the way to Winchester before! Every time you go! You can meet a group in a few steps. Compared to here, it's like hell. I think this place must have been cleaned up."

After saying these words, Ursula suddenly saw that two wizards had come out of the fog in front of him.

The next moment, both hands stopped in place and looked at each other.

"Are you Mr. McLean's people?"

Sarah asked, but she didn't get a response--seriously, compared with the alchemy dolls she made, the two of them felt more like "dolls".

"I ask you, is it Mr. MacLean's man? He asked me to come and find him—"

"Miss Hohenheim, I think they might not answer you..." Ursula just wanted to persuade Sarah not to bother to speak, but soon she was stunned, "Wait...Mr. McLean? Mr. McLean asked you to bring me here?"

She asked a little afterthought, but before she could ask any more, she saw the two wood-faced wizards in front of them suddenly stretched out their hands, and then turned around and walked back.

When Sarah saw it, she didn't bother to talk to Ursula anymore, and was too busy to control the flesh to follow herself.

Not long after, as the road ahead became flat and wide, the old buildings on the roadside gradually became taller.

In the end, the two wizards who led the way ahead suddenly stopped in front of a tall church door, and then stepped forward and opened the door speechlessly.

"Squeaky-"

As the heavy wooden door gradually opened, it made a sore sound.

After pushing the door open, the two looked back at Sarah and Ursula, and then walked in.Sarah saw him, and immediately followed up quickly.

This is a very large church, and there is a sense of heaviness everywhere, and the brick and stone walls give people a cold and gloomy illusion at any time.But these two feelings are intertwined, but there is no sense of contradiction.

When Sarah and Ursula entered the church, they followed the other side and walked out from the side door, passing through a long corridor. When they suddenly realized that they seemed to have crossed some barrier, a wooden door appeared suddenly. Before their eyes.

The next moment, the door opened again, and a prayer hall no smaller than the previous church finally came into their sight.

The dazzling flames pulsed from a high place, radiating the light in all directions, and to a certain extent dispelled the fog that was also permeating in the hall.

"Sarah, here you are."

At the moment Ursula's attention was attracted by the light ball, a familiar voice made her hurriedly move her gaze to the front of the hall.

It was a familiar back figure, right in the middle of the deep hall. The bright light could not drive away the fog, so that it was so far away that it was hard to see.

"Is it... Mr. McLean?" Ursula couldn't help speaking.

"Well, Miss Geoffrey... we meet again."