Chapter 1990 Fog and Cloud

"Miss Hohenheim, if this disaster can end in the future... When Hogwarts resumes classes, I will definitely ask Professor McGonagall to reopen the alchemy class and hire you as a professor!"

Seeing the nine alchemy dolls riding on Sarah's special broom and flying steadily behind them, Hermione couldn't help saying this to Sarah.

Sarah, however, quickly shook her head.

"McLean told me what you said before," she said, "but... I can take the time to summarize some of the books I have read and compile a textbook on alchemy. As for the professor, just Forget it! I don’t like it, and I’m not good at teaching people.”

"Have you tried it?" Hermione asked, flying.

"No," Sarah shrugged, "It's just that rather than teaching people to learn, I'm more used to using spiritual refinement and directly imprinting abilities into the soul of the other party—look! Just like the nine in the back, it's simple and quick , and more effective.”

Hearing what Sarah said, Hermione couldn't help but glance back, but she heard Sarah add at this time:

"Of course, this is definitely not going to be 100% successful... In fact, the success rate is only 50% to 60%! The soul is very fragile, and this is what I only really understood recently with the help of McClain."

Before borrowing the hand of Maca to complete the soul, Sarah can only create a soulless alchemy doll at most, and it depends entirely on her own spiritual will to drive it. But now, after initially experiencing the mysteries of the soul, she finally gradually embarked on the path that Phillips had walked back then.

Making alchemy dolls so frequently is not only to deal with the army of living corpses, but also a way of proof that she tries to understand the emotions of human beings.

Perhaps, in the future, like the Phillips who created her, she can create a real artificial human similar to herself...or even better than herself.

However, that must not be to fulfill Phillips' long-cherished wish. If she had to say it, this might be her own life, her own wish.

While the two were chatting casually, they had already gradually flown over half of the English Channel—in the distance, they could already see the land of England full of shadows.

And it was at this moment that Hermione and Sarah couldn't help but both stopped talking, especially Hermione, who had gradually revealed a rather serious expression on her face.

"The fog...has dissipated?"

To be more precise, in fact, most of it has dissipated, but there are still some faint residues. Looking at the coast, the places farther away are still a bit hazy, but indeed, the vision is much clearer than before.

However, the gray fog that originally enveloped the UK did not disappear. They just... seemed to have collectively risen to high altitudes and turned into continuous clouds, still completely blocking the sun.

Britain is no longer shrouded in fog, and it is no longer as invisible as in the past, but the low gray clouds that seem to cover the top of the head actually make people feel more depressed.

But more importantly, the sense of existence of the army of living corpses has also become stronger than ever before.

Not long after, Hermione and Sarah hovered over the pier of the port and looked ahead more carefully.

"It is true that there are no living corpses in the original Weymouth camp area, and it seems that there are black flame wizards from Geoffyn on the periphery to prevent them from entering." Sarah was still very calm, looking at the direction of the city from a distance. road,

"It's just... where did the two sisters go?"

"It should be in the small building where you applied alchemy?" Hermione said, looking at the open space in front of her.

But Sarah immediately shook her head and said:

"No, they're not in there. It's just... eh? A few Muggles?"

"Muggles?"

Hermione was taken aback when she heard this—why are there still Muggles here? Shouldn't they be the first to arrange the evacuation? At least that's what the wizards who retreated to Granger's camp said.

"Anyway, let's go and have a look first?"

Hermione turned her head to ask a question, but saw Sarah nodded indifferently, and the two immediately pressed down on the broom and fell down. And behind the two of them, the nine dolls also began to descend without saying a word.

Of course, Sarah's alchemy dolls have no ability to speak. They are just dolls and tools, but they are far from being called "artificial humans".

A few minutes later, Sarah, who entered the small building, took Hermione all the way up to the second floor without hesitation, opened the door and entered the kitchen.

"Chi--"

The next moment, a larger doll easily pulled the cupboard aside with one hand, and after lightly knocking on the closed warehouse door, retreated behind Sarah again.

Sarah spread her hands and gestured to Hermione.

"Open the door and come out! I'm Hermione Granger."

Whoever was hiding in there, it would have been more appropriate for Hermione to speak up - obviously, not many people knew Sarah!

"Miss Granger?"

To be honest, when they heard the cupboard being pushed away, Officer Rowan and the others who were hiding inside were really taken aback, because the two of them didn't make any noise when they came over.

But after hearing that it was Hermione, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Squeak."

The door was opened by Rowan from the inside, and then he looked out cautiously, and after seeing Hermione, he hurried out and said:

"Oh! The lady is right, you came here in a few days! Hey, come out! This time we are really saved—we can go to France."

And it was upon hearing his words that Hermione immediately asked:

"'That lady'? Is it Miss Grofeyn?"

"Uh, yes." Officer Rowan turned around quickly after hearing this, "They came here to rest for two days, and then...something seemed to change outside, and they left again—this is already It happened a few days ago!"

"No wonder..."

Thinking of the undelivered letters before, Hermione couldn't help but nodded suddenly, but then immediately frowned.

"Did they say where they went?"

"Oh no, no." At this point, Officer Rowan spread his hands helplessly, "The lady named Ursula is better, and the other one is just... we don't even know I know what her name is! But in general, they basically haven't had much communication with us."

"It's not surprising." Sarah smiled calmly.

"Anyway, I don't think they ran too far," Hermione thought for a while, "The black flame wizards of Safina are still guarding there! Isn't it?"