Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1827: Meet again

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 the United Kingdom, 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 in the past two decades.

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 within sight. It keeps coming out, making people feel endless aftertaste.

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

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

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

"Miss Hohenheim, your shoes are all wet."

While secretly rejoicing that she didn’t have to wade 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 took her own The name told her.

In fact, even though 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 is no longer as guarded as she was at the beginning.

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

"Really?"

Ursula, who was originally a little fortunate, was a little envious for some reason.

"Well, it seems really interesting."

The voice fell slightly, Ursula sighed, and then he turned to say:

"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 will wait here."

"Here?" Ursula could not help knocking around when he heard the words, 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 you want to say that you live here... it's a bit strange, not to mention this time when there are crises everywhere.

But when Ursula was puzzled, she listened to Sarah:

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

Speaking like this, Sarah suddenly stopped, but she stopped there motionless as the water splashed. As a result, the doll holding Ursula next to him naturally stopped moving forward and waited silently.

When Ursula saw this, she didn't dare to speak any more, because the other party obviously noticed something suddenly.

After a while, Sarah nodded slightly and said:

"It looks like someone came 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? This ancient city hasn't seen even a living corpse until now-think about the way to Winchester before. ! Every time you walk a few steps, you can meet a group. Compared to here, it is like hell. I think this place must have been cleaned up."

As soon as he finished speaking these words, Ursula suddenly saw that two wizards had come out of the mist in front of him.

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

"Are you from Mr. McLean?"

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

"I ask you, is it Mr. MacLean's subordinate? 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 her, but soon she was taken aback, "Wait... Mr. McLean ? Could it be that 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 to invite them, and then turned their heads and walked back. go with.

As soon as Sarah saw her, she didn't bother to talk to Ursula anymore, so she controlled the flesh to follow herself.

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

Finally, 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 the two opened the door, they looked back at Sarah and Ursula, and then walked inside one after another. Sarah met, 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.

Wait for Sarah and Ursula to enter the church~IndoMTL.com~ followed each other and walked out from the side door next to them, passing through a long 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, and a prayer hall no smaller than the previous church finally came into their sight.

The dazzling flame 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, you are here."

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 couldn't 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."