Chapter 1739 The Sorrow of the Predictor

Two days is short, but also very long.

If a person's vision is not wide enough and he only cares about the one-acre three-point land around him, he will often only feel that this day is like a fleeting moment, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

But for those who look far enough, the changes in the past two days are enough to make people feel anxious.

In recent days, the huge disasters that have occurred in the UK have caused internal chaos in neighboring countries. The information flow in the modern Muggle society is so fast that it is difficult for the higher authorities to completely suppress the fermentation of public opinion. If this continues, even if Hai Erbo doesn't continue to attack, this little half of Europe will probably get into chaos by itself.

However, in addition to those leaders who have troubled their brains due to the chaos, there is another kind of people in this world who are also secretly lamenting the long time.

For example, "idlers" like the masked girl Safina who has rushed to France according to her sister's request.

Needless to say, it is absolutely boring and boring to wait in a strange country for someone who does not know when he will show up.

"Miss, this is Blois Castle. The head of the Blois family originally lived here, but it is said that one night not long ago, the entire castle collapsed without warning..."

At this moment, Safina was standing in the open space in front of Blois Castle under the guard of several men and women in black robes. She looked at the ruins in front of her, listened to one of the people in her ear reporting the situation she had inquired, and nodded slightly from time to time.

And around a group of people in "extraordinary costumes" like them, there were not many passers-by, but it can't be said that there were none, but those people seemed to have seen them there at all, and they all hurried past without noticing.

After a while, Safina listened to the narration of her subordinates, and then said softly:

"The Blois family in France was one of the top wizarding families in Europe in the past. Who would have thought that they would be uprooted without a trace overnight...except for that 'despicable Haierbo' , there probably won’t be another person in this world who can do it.”

Having said that, she suddenly turned her head and asked her subordinates:

"I remember... the Blois family was helping that McLean before, right?"

"yes."

Seeing her question, the man in black robe replied immediately:

"Although there is not much information about Maca McLean's whereabouts, it can be roughly confirmed. The Blois family not only took in McLean and his party who left the UK, but also hid a group of asylum seekers in France... As for where those people are, there is no more definite information."

Before the words fell, he heard him pause for a while, and then added:

"In addition, the Bulova family also sent a large number of people to the UK to monitor the movement inside and outside the fog, and they did not withdraw back until there was nothing to be done."

"Well," Safina heard, and couldn't help but nodded slightly, "It's no wonder Haierbo will attack them... However, if you just pulled out Blois Castle, but left the Muggles around, it seems a bit strange." Isn't it in line with the behavior style of that unscrupulous person?"

Thinking of this, her brows hidden under the mask frowned slightly, then waved her hand and said:

"It's not suitable to stay here for long, let's go!"

Perhaps it was worried that some of Haierbo's schemes still existed here,

Safina immediately left here with her men. But since she came here to wait for someone, she didn't stay too far away, and soon found a nearby apartment building with a view of the ruins of Fort Blois, and "borrowed" a room on the top floor. The family's house lived down.

"There is no need to set up protective magic." Seeing that her subordinates were about to cast a spell on the door wall, Safina stopped immediately, "If it is what I think, these defensive methods will not only be unable to stop people, but will also expose us in vain. Also, don’t go out these few days, and if you have to go out, try not to use magic spells… Do you understand?”

"yes."

Hearing that everyone responded in unison, Safina walked slowly to the window of the living room and looked out. It can be seen that in the square where she was just now, except for a few Muggles, there is still no noteworthy person.

After watching for a while, she casually said:

"Divided into two shifts, day and night rotation, if you find anyone similar to that McClain, let me know immediately."

After assigning the tasks, Safina found a chair and sat down, and began a long and boring wait.

To be honest, if her sister Ursula didn't mean it, she wouldn't want to come here at all—according to her personal opinion, not only Haierbo, but even Maca is probably a very dangerous person.

At least she thought that the previous code of conduct in the organization was very good, no matter what the chaos was outside, it was the safest way not to get involved.

Think back when Greenwald was making trouble, didn't the elders in the organization live peacefully until today because they made up their minds not to intervene?

Obviously, even if life is a bit aggrieved, it's better than dying, isn't it?

However, this generation of prophets...that is, her sister Ursula, went against the opinions of several previous prophets and began to personally step into this bottomless quagmire.

Safina believed in her sister, both after and before she became a prophet. However, in terms of her personality, she is still quite resistant to this kind of risky behavior.

"Could it be that this time of chaos can't be survived by shrinking your head and protecting yourself?"

After being silent for a while, Safina looked at the blue sky outside the window, and murmured to herself somewhat uneasily.

...

Ursula was a seer, and a better seer than Trelawney's "half". Compared with the latter's always rather abstract prophecies, she not only can get quite specific predictions, but even has a strong intuition that Trelawney doesn't have.

However, no matter how talented she is as a prophet, it is impossible to accurately predict the content of "what will happen on a certain day"-that is only a few legendary ancient prophets can do things.

But she certainly would not have thought that although her so-called "meeting McLean near Blois Castle in two days" was not wrong, her words made her sister wait in France for a long time. long time.

What is even more unclear to her, a "newcomer prophet" who has just awakened her talent, is that the reason why prophecy is awe-inspiring is precisely because it is difficult to change. As a newborn prophet, she can only tremble under the fate.

The power to predict the future has been a tragedy since ancient times.

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