Chapter 2415 A Lone Traveler Like an Abandoned Child

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"...The Stewart family, the foundation of Ilvermorny in the United States that has been standing for so many years. Although Ilvermorny was able to be established back then, it was mainly because of the witch Isolt Thayer who was an Irish immigrant. It is her Muggle husband, James Stewart, who keeps this school alive until now. As for the standard configuration of wands, wizards rarely change them for no reason... You bring these wands to your master. With his ability, I think he should be able to see some problems. "

In the room, Sarah pointed to the table next to her while saying so. On the table, about a dozen wands that were still in good condition were piled up there in a slightly scattered manner, like a pile of useless firewood.

After the deformed living corpse "lady" who was following her silently stepped forward and swept the wands into the empty food basket hanging on her arm according to her words, Sarah took a few steps forward again. He came to the pile of fragmented corpses in the center of the room. Although her feet had obviously stepped into the semi-solidified pool of black and red blood around the pile of corpses, she didn't move at all, obviously not caring about the filth.

She leaned over slightly, stretched out her hand to grab and lift, then pulled up a good head, then turned around and handed it to the other party behind her.

"However, the most problematic person in this team is this person—his name is 'Master Junkel', and he is a master wand maker specially hired by the Stewart Family Research Institute. Before joining the research institute, he worked in The reputation of the American magic circle is not small. Because his own strength is quite good, I think he should be the leader of this team... However, after examining his body, I found that he was controlled by someone—— Maybe it's the Imperius Curse, or at least similar soul magic, your master is better at this than me, so I won't say more."

While Sarah was speaking, the other party had already taken the head from her hand and put it into the dining basket at hand. However, regarding Sarah's words, the other party was as silent and dull as usual, and never interjected once from the beginning to the end, which made one have to suspect that she was the mute among living corpses.

Of course, Sarah was not curious about whether the other party was dumb or not. After finishing this series of things, she waved her hand casually and said:

"Okay, I've told you what I know, and I've given you the most suspicious clues I've found. When you have time later, remove the corpses you brought here and pile them up here. Remember that the floor is also covered. I clean it up and that's it."

After all, Sarah didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out of the door first, and soon left alone, as if she didn't mind letting the other party stay alone in her room.

And soon, the living corpse lady also came out of the house, and went straight to the stairs along the corridor. Before leaving, he still didn't forget to close the door of Sarah's room.

Not long after, in Ron's room, Sarah, who had just sat down and picked up the fork, suddenly heard a series of footsteps passing from left to right in the corridor outside, and she couldn't help but pause slightly.

It seems that in her heart, she doesn't really care as much as she showed in front of the other party before.

"Miss Hohenheim?"

"It's okay, don't worry about her, eat quickly!"

"Uh... oh."

...

What kind of considerations Sarah has in mind, others naturally have no way of knowing...at least with Ron's wisdom, it is probably impossible to guess;

On the other hand, if you want to say what John is thinking at this moment, no one else will know. But it's not because of his deep thoughts, it's because... At least so far, no one cares about his thoughts.

However, John, who is ignored by others, can be regarded as an elite among modern wizards after all. He seems to be very unreliable on weekdays, but he also has his own reserve and sense of responsibility, and at the same time, he also stepped into this place with a mission.

Regardless of whether others pay attention to it or not, he himself obviously has his own purpose and goal.

"Is it true that no one cares what exactly I'm doing?"

John's muttering was not without reason. Because when he secretly said these words, the tip of his wand was touching a strange gem. As soon as he uttered the spell, the palace would immediately be completely enveloped by a powerful curse.

He didn't dare to say how much threat this curse would have on the living corpses here—especially the mysterious and unpredictable "Master"—but no matter what he thought, it should at least produce some due effects here. influences.

However, until now, he has not seen anyone appearing to stop him!

After a while, John had to gently remove his wand, then sank back and leaned heavily into the soft sofa behind him.

This is already the greatest level of temptation he can do so far. If this is not enough, is it necessary for him to really recite the spell and release some real magic waves? No, then it is not a "temptation" at all, but a provocation forcibly, and you are looking for death!

"Hiss..." John, who was leaning on the sofa, couldn't help taking a deep breath, and then he regained his usual laziness, murmuring to himself vaguely, "Well, maybe... that's fine .”

Since he really doesn't seem to be taken seriously by the living corpses here, doesn't that mean that he will have more opportunities to act at will?

To be honest, he started this test after returning to the room just now. In fact, from the moment he made the decision, he was already a little on tenterhooks. He would never take such a risk a second time!

It's a pity, when I think about it, the reality is cruel. In fact, adventure has been his only companion ever since he stepped into the disaster-stricken area of ​​today's England.

"Ugh--"

Sighing to himself, John, who had rested for a while, got up from the sofa again, stretched out his hand to put away the gemstone on the coffee table in front of him, and then picked up the cup to drink the previously poured, somewhat warmed The boiled water raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, I saw him lift his legs and walk towards the door again.

"Just now she said that another member of her clan will come into the city...Should I go and see?" Just talking to himself, John gradually walked away in the corridor outside the door.

In this Buckingham Palace, which he was completely unfamiliar with.

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