Chapter 1661 Invitation From London

"Mr. McLean, the fog covering most of Kent County has started to move again!"

When Maca was still not quite sure whether the news the old housekeeper had brought him was good or bad, he heard the other party stand directly at the door and say this latest news that made his heart tense.

To be honest, Maca was still very surprised by this. After all, he had just learned of Haierbo's willingness to try to end the war from Ens—although he hadn't been able to confirm how credible Haierbo's intention was until now.

However, when Maca saw that the old housekeeper told the news, he didn't seem to show too much urgency. He realized that the matter might not be as simple as that short sentence said just now.

Sure enough, after a short pause, the old housekeeper immediately continued:

"But...to be honest, this time even my master is not sure whether it is 'bad news' or not. Because the direction of the fog...is London."

The mist is returning, returning the same way!

Although the gray fog is no longer the fog that enveloped London in the first place - it is not only much larger than the original coverage, but also much denser.

However, it is indeed sweeping back according to the previous moving route of the gray fog in London, and it is said that the speed is quite fast.

The more critical point is that the original moving route from London to Canterbury was cleaned up by Maca and other wizards and the Muggle army. The residents of several towns along the way have already been relocated. Coupled with the fact that London is completely empty at the moment, the fog may not affect even a single innocent person while it is moving.

"Mr. McLean," said the old butler, looking at Maca after conveying the news, "The Patriarch is very concerned about this new situation, so he asked me to come here as soon as possible to convey the news to you directly. Before the fog reaches London, he wants your opinion."

However, after hearing what the old housekeeper said, Maca didn't speak immediately. He just stood in front of the old housekeeper and pondered for a moment, then frowned slightly and said:

"I'm afraid... that guy is 'inviting' me over!"

Yes, after thinking about it for a while, Maca thought that perhaps this was actually a somewhat special "personal invitation" made by Haierbo to him.

For example,

The movement of the mist is actually equivalent to announcing the return of Haierbo, who had been missing for a while; and the situation of the fog drifting back to London probably hints that Haierbo is waiting for Maca to go in London.

After Maka thought about it again, he nodded to the old housekeeper.

"I know about this, um...Mr. Butler, you should go and talk to Mr. Blois first! Just say that the monitoring of the moving route of the fog can continue to see if it really stops in London in the end. Other than that, there is no need to do anything for the time being—including daily patrols and investigations in the mist.”

Just as he was talking, Maca suddenly spread his hands, and added as if to add:

"After that, whether the fog really stays in London, or it turns a corner on the way or something, I will go there again myself."

Before the words finished, the old butler immediately bowed slightly to Maca.

"Okay, I'll go and talk to the Patriarch."

Watching the old butler hurriedly leave the tower again, Maca returned to the sofa in the middle of the living room and sat down while thinking about the news he had just heard.

And at this moment, Maca, who was thinking about it, suddenly turned his head and glanced at Alexander, who had been standing aside obediently since just now.

"Oh, is there anything else?"

"Uh, no...it's okay," Alexander couldn't help shaking his head when he heard this, "Professor, I just saw what you've been thinking about, so I didn't dare to speak casually."

"Really?" Maca nodded, "Don't worry about it! Oh, by the way, you just visited Ensi, how do you feel about him?"

"Ens..." Alexander couldn't help hesitating for a while after hearing Maca's question, and then said while thinking, "How should I put it? Professor, I believe you know that he has always been a little The feeling of being brave. Don't look at him with a long face all day long as if others owe him Galleons, but his heart is actually quite sensitive and soft."

Maca couldn't help but nodded slightly after hearing what Alexander said.

"You should still come to him in the afternoon, right?" He said to the other party, "Don't worry about anything, you can just come over in a while - I might not be here by then, you can do whatever you want, I won't lock the door of."

"Oh! Yes, Professor!"

"Okay, go get ready, it's almost lunch time."

After sending Alexander away, Maca took out the letter that Ens had planned to hand to Haierpo from his pocket, and burned it casually.

Since Hai Erbo gave a hint of the invitation, the letter is of no use, is it?

Although... this "invitation" from London is somewhat suspicious.

...

For today's lunch, although the various meals are still very delicious, Maca still didn't spend too much time tasting the food. After filling his stomach in a hurry, he greeted Hermione, Luna and other friends, and then came back directly from the restaurant.

Afterwards, he just drank a cup of tea in the living room, delivered the lunch he had brought to Ensi himself, and then went to the room on the top floor of the tower again.

Since Maca didn't take back the rune card here before, as soon as he entered the room, his eyes were immediately enveloped by the slightly rippling faint blue light.

Right now, what Maca is thinking about is actually very simple. Before going to London to meet Hai Erbo, he wants to study the method of extracting the soul fragments from the Horcrux as much as possible.

"boom!"

The Mirror of Devouring was put back in the center of the room as before, and Maca sat cross-legged in front of the ancient mirror as before.

In the mirror, there is still chaos, so hazy that people can't see clearly.

And maybe it was because Maca started staring at the mirror again to observe carefully, the mirror image that seemed to appear by chance not long ago never reappeared this time.

In this way, Maca's day can be said to be basically spent in front of the Devouring Mirror. It wasn't until evening that he interrupted his research because of Delphi who quietly appeared outside the downstairs door, put away the mirror and went downstairs.