Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Ursula is the first time in this ancient Winchester city.

But it is clear that she has rarely left home since she was injured as a child, not to mention Britain, not even the nearby Muggle town has a few roads. It wasn't until the blood of the prophets awakened that she left her hometown where she grew up because of a sense of mission. There have been more places in recent days than in the past twenty years of her life.

However, the appearance of Winchester is indeed very rare. Even if the urban area agrees to be filled with annoying fog, the sense of historical vicissitudes in this ancient city area is still invading from within sight. It makes people feel that the aftertaste is endless.

Ursula was held in her arms by the puppet doll, while secretly enduring the faint pain caused by the long bumps in the lower back, but still couldn't help but raise the hood slightly, and looked around silently.

It can be seen that there seemed to be a rain near here last night, and the pavements at the end of the streets were tidal.

Perhaps it is because the pavement of this ancient city has experienced wind, frost, rain, snow, and horses for a long time. Even if there are traces of repair, potholes can still be seen everywhere. Right now, because of the rain, water has accumulated in those subsided places, and it seems even more obvious.

"Miss Hohenheim, your shoes are wet."

While secretly fortunate that she didn't have to swim in this kind of place, Ursula could not help but remind the other party well-before leaving for this journey, the lady who would control the puppet finally told her name she was.

In fact, although Ursula was brought in by the other party, during her time with the other party, she always felt that the other party was not a "bad person", but seemed to be quite good at speaking.

Because of this, she is no longer as alert to the other side as she was at the beginning.

"Yes, it's soaked," Sarah nodded. "But it's nothing. It's fun to walk on a puddle."

"is it?"

Ursula, who was somewhat grateful, was somehow envious.

"Well, it seems really interesting."

The words fell a little, Ursulaw felt a bit of emotion, and then turned:

"Miss Hohenheim, have we ... have arrived?"

"Oh, yeah! It's almost there," Sarah yelled. "What we're going to do is this Winchester old town. The one who asked me to pick you up, wait here."

"Here?" Ursula heard, knocking around, and then wondered, "Where?"

This is indeed a place with a long history and full of charm. It is good to occasionally visit and taste the glory of England. But to live here ... it's a little weird, not to mention that it's a time of crisis everywhere.

But when Ursula saw a moment of doubt, she heard Sarah say:

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

As she was saying this, Sarah stopped suddenly, and when the water splashed, she stayed still. So, the puppet holding Ursula behind him naturally stopped and waited silently.

Ursula didn't dare to speak again when she saw this, because the other party apparently noticed something.

After a while, Sarah nodded slightly:

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

"Isn't it a living corpse?" Ursula said a little worriedly.

"I don't think so," Sarah shook her head. "Did you not find it? In the old town, there hasn't been even a living corpse yet-think about the road close to Winchester before! Every time I walk You can meet a group within a few steps. Compared to here, it is like hell. I think it must have been cleaned up here. "

Immediately after saying these words, Ursula saw stunnedly that there were two wizards coming out of the mist.

The next moment, Shuangyi stopped at the same place and looked at each other.

"Are you Mr. McLean?"

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

"I ask you, is it Mr. Maca McLean's men? He asked me to come to him--"

"Miss Hohenheim, I don't think they might answer you ..." Ursula had just tried to persuade Sarah not to talk too much, but she quickly froze. "Wait ... Mr. McLean? Is it Mr. McLean asked you to bring me here? "

She asked a little after the fact, but before she could ask any more, she saw the two shameless wizards in front of them suddenly stretched out their hands, and then turned around and looked back.

As soon as Sarah saw it, she couldn't afford to talk to Ursula anymore, and she was busy controlling the flesh to follow her.

After a while, as the road ahead became flatter and wider, the ancient buildings along the road gradually became taller.

In the end, the two wizards leading the way, who had the intention to lead the way, paused in front of the gate of a tall church, then came forward and opened the door silently.

"Squeak--"

As the thick wooden door gradually opened, it made a bitter sound.

After they opened the door, the two looked back at Sarah and Ursula, and followed inward. Sarah saw her, and immediately hurried forward.

This is a very large church, with a sense of heavyness everywhere, and the brick and stone walls at any time give a cold and dark illusion. But these two feelings are intertwined, but there is no sense of conflict.

When Sarah and Ursula entered the church ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ followed the other side and walked out from the side door next to the corridor, when they suddenly realized that they seemed to have crossed some barrier, A wooden door suddenly appeared in front of them.

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

The bright, flaming flames leaped high, radiating the light and spreading it out, to a certain extent, dispelling the equally pervasive mist in the hall.

"Sarah, you are here."

When Ursula's attention was attracted by the light group, a sound that was not unfamiliar again made her quickly move her eyes and looked at the front of the hall.

It was a familiar back, right in the middle of the deep hall, and the bright light couldn't drive the fog away, so far apart that it was hard to see clearly.

"Is ... Mr. McLean?" Ursula couldn't help saying.

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