Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1624: The passing devil
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If you want to solve a problem once and for all, you must start from the root cause. Haierbo didn't get rid of it for a day, even if Maca wiped out more corpses, it was just giving the other party more reasons to create more corpses.
In the end, Maca still did not take action against the group of living corpses all over the mountains and plains-considering many reasons, he finally decided to just trap them there first, and wait until he understands it, or after he finds Helbo Dispose of again.
Of course, according to his habit, there will be some back-hands there. Needless to say.
After staying for a few hours, when Maca spent a lot of energy to walk around the entire Kent County and return to the original camp, many of the Blois wizards who saw him return All found that his mood didn't seem to be very good.
"Mr. McLean."
The witch who had been staying in this camp saw Maca appearing here, and when she walked up quickly, she greeted him a little.
"Well," Maca nodded slightly at her, "It's still the same, don't get close to the central area of the mist-it's the area near Chaling Town. You can continue to explore and investigate the rest of the area as planned. Although I spent some time scanning the entire county this time, my energy is limited after all and I can’t implement it in more details."
"Uh... OK, Mr. McLean, I will convey to all the camp leaders."
Probably also realized that Maca was not in a good mood. After a cautious response, she quickly turned around and went to do something.
Maca looked at her trot and hurriedly left, touched her face subconsciously, and then couldn't help but shook her head with a wry smile.
Yes, he couldn't find Helbo in the fog today. This is indeed a rather unpleasant thing for him. Even if he had actually expected it, this result was equivalent to a bigger trouble, a development he didn't want to see.
Halbo is not here, which means that the difficulty for Maca to find him instantly rises.
In the following, the longer time drags on, the higher the probability that Helbo will recover his strength, until the latter returns to the peak state he cannot rival.
At that time, it was not that he went to trouble with Helbo, but Helbo made a comeback again, setting off a new wave of unstoppable disasters.
"So, where should I find him next?" Maca sat down casually on the log by the bonfire, frowned and thought, "London? Um... you can go and run. Take a look at it, but the possibility seems unlikely...or else, go to the Transformation and find a way to get Trelawney to make another prediction?"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help shaking his head again.
"Forget it! Rather than looking for her, it's better to take some time to sit in the horse tribe nowadays..."
Maca certainly remembers that Firenze mentioned their current patriarch’s invitation not long ago in front of the ruins of Hogwarts Castle.
"...Well, let's go!"
He stood up again before he could speak.
……
"Oh? Didn't you deal with it immediately?"
Let’s push the time forward a little bit. Just as Maca leaves the countless groups of corpses near Charing Town, a figure wearing a cloak and wrapping herself tightly, just happens to be knowing what to do. Stopped in a dirty alley there.
Under the hood, the hoarse voice is uncomfortable to listen to.
"Forget it, it's nothing. Since you don't accept this gift from me, that's it... After all, the point is always not there, is it?"
After that, this strange-looking man in the cloak stepped out again, slowly and steadily continuing along the alley.
It didn’t take long before he walked out of this narrow, damp, and dirty alley and came to the street outside--but it’s not so much a "street", it might be better. Larger alleys are more accurate.
Because it's actually just as dirty, ugly, and decadent here, making people reluctant to approach.
And here, in fact, is the place where a group of homeless people linger in this city. It is a "slum" nearby.
"Boom!"
On the side of the "street" crowded with sewage, a ragged, skinny man suddenly headed towards Helbo passing by, but was kicked away by Helbo in an instant.
He didn't use much strength, but even so, that casual kick had already kicked off several ribs of the man, causing him to fall into the dirty water after rolling back to the side of the road. The pit wailed.
However, Helbo didn't care, and the others here didn't care either.
Here, this kind of situation is already common, and how many people will not die someday? Injury or something is simply not worth looking at.
The next moment, Helbo in the cloak continued to pace forward, without even the slightest change in the frequency of his steps.
Yes, in fact, Maca’s search results in the fog are correct. Because no matter which city or country Helbo is currently in, he really did not stay in Kent...or in London.
This guy ran away, with a serious injury that was enough for ordinary people to die several times, and secretly hid in a corner of this world.
Such a situation is the most troublesome for Maca, and Haierbo does have a thick skin to make such a despicable and insignificant hiding behavior.
Maybe it’s the relationship between Helbo’s kick just now~ IndoMTL.com~ The poor people on this road didn’t dare to provoke him anymore. After all, the "knowledge from the past" was still on the ground. Howling hard!
In a short time, Helbo passed this seemingly messy street, suddenly turned a corner at the end of the road, and entered a dangerous building that seemed very unstable.
More than ten minutes later, at first the man howling on the ground finally seemed to have no strength to sigh, so he could only curl up there and hum from time to time to show that he was actually alive. .
It must be said that there is no human touch like this. There are only places of pain, coldness and death. It is estimated that only the guy in Helbo can appear so proportionate and natural.
After that, overnight, there was a group of people missing in this slum inexplicably--not all, but definitely not less.
Unfortunately, no one pays too much attention to this kind of thing. At best, someone would remember that early the next morning, the weird man in the cloak left alone again.
It's like one of the many unknown travelers in their mutilated life.