harry potter book of crimes

"Enns, while I am entering London, just stay here and wait! Well... maybe you will feel that I have no power to restrict your freedom, but... please understand that I am so

The difficulty of doing it. Then, seeing that I am not treating you harshly, remember that no matter what, at least you must not step into the foggy area, do you understand?"

After Maka warned Enns, she contacted Mr. Blois again and learned that Luna, Hermione and other friends were all well.

After that, Maka decisively walked out of the camp under the gaze of many pairs of eyes, and headed straight for the city of London, which was shrouded in gray fog like a mountain.

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

Needless to say, Enns naturally admires Maka's magical power, and even regards her as his life goal. However, Enns has no desire for Maka's current status, because if

To be in Maka's position, the things you need to carry are simply too heavy.

To be honest, Enthus has actually repeatedly imagined that if the series of back-ups that Salazar Slytherin left behind were successful... probably, Enthus will also stand out and attract attention because of this.

.Coupled with the inheritance of the ancestor Slytherin, it is not impossible to become the second "Maka McClain".

However, now that things have happened, although he may be a little sorry for the lives lost due to Halber's rebellion, Enns feels a little lucky that Slytherin's plan failed.

Because he doesn't want to be a big shot with great responsibilities at all.

"Mr. Tavon?"

Hearing the witch in charge of the camp next to him calling him, Enns turned his head and looked at the other party.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?"

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

"Has it been this long?"

After Enns heard this, he couldn't help but look outside the gate of the camp again, only to find that Maka's figure had long been swallowed up by the fog in the distance and was completely invisible.

So, he could only nod his head and said:

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

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

"Madam, I am no longer young..."

Perhaps it was because Maka did not allow them to enter the foggy area to explore, so the wizards of the Blois family stationed here had nothing to do most of the time in the past two days.

In other words, except for regularly changing shifts and patrolling the surrounding areas, they are basically free!

"Mr. Tawen, do you want to play wizard chess?"

"No."

…

Compared with Maka, who was moving cautiously step by step in the fog, the atmosphere at Enns' side seemed much more relaxed. Although, Enns probably didn't welcome him at all.

Of course, for now, as long as Enns doesn't enter this fog at will, this is enough for Maka.

At this moment, Maka was walking slowly along this street filled with gray mist, while carefully sensing the fluctuations of magic power around her from left to right.

He originally thought that Haierbo 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, he flew straight here after entering the foggy area.

However, when he came to this familiar street in the city center, he found that there was no one there.

Maka continued walking along the street, but because of the fog, he couldn't see very far.

Therefore, he can only rely on his magic sensing ability, which is somewhat wider than his field of vision, or simply rely on past memories to determine where he is and where he should go next.

After Maka walked around the seemingly deserted central London alone but found nothing, he decided to take another trip to the underground black market.

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

"McLean, you seem... in good spirits?"

"Really? But why do I feel so tired all day long recently?"

Maka's tone was a bit unkind. After all, to be honest, he had never had a good impression of Haier Boko. Even if this time the other party seemed to be mainly preparing for peace talks on the armistice, Maka didn't feel that this guy was the best.

He really has that desire to end 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 Maka enough confidence to gain the upper hand in words.

The loss of an arm is of course nothing to Haierbo. The key point is that it proves that the trauma on the opponent's soul level has not yet healed, which has a considerable impact on his combat strength.

"Helpo," Maka paused for a moment, then said loudly to the other side, "I have understood your 'invitation', and I have also heard the truce intention you asked Enns to convey. But unfortunately, at least with you

Judging from what I have done so far, I cannot agree to the request for an armistice...and I dare not agree to it."

"Oh! McLean, look at what I look like now!" Haierbo said, "What's more, even the things I worked so hard to get have finally fallen into your hands... I must say,

It seems to me quite unlikely that I would be able to wrest it from you."

After Maka heard this, she just curled her lips and said:

"So? Don't tell me you're ready to give up?"

"Why can't you give up?" Haierbo gently spread out his remaining hand and looked at Maka and said, "Oh, okay! I know it will be hard for you to believe it just by talking about it. But,

...McLean, haven’t you received my sincerity yet?”

"Your sincerity?"

Seeing Haierbo's sudden words of "sincerity", Maka couldn't help but wonder if Haierbo had given him any benefit recently? Could it be that it was just a matter of moving the fog back to London from Kent without hurting anyone?

If he was really referring to this matter, Maka would have to let his dark bald head bloom today.

Unexpectedly, Haierbo also said with some surprise:

"Yes! My 'sincerity'... Devouring Mirror, has nothing changed on your side?"

When Maka heard this, she was stunned for a moment.