"This fog...... Isn't it soul magic? What a strange distraction? ”

At the moment when Hermione and the four of them went to the Leaky Cauldron, Maca, who had left a message for Harry, finally arrived in London. Although he hadn't come here with the Phantom Apparition Charm, the Portkey's spatial mobility was similarly repelled by the fog, forcing him to appear somewhere on the edge outside of the fog's range.

Right now, he was walking in the mist, feeling everything around him.

It didn't take long for Maca to discover that the fog apparently had a complex interference characteristic. Not only does it affect spatial movement, but it also interferes with the spread and propagation of mana fluctuations.

So here, even he had a hard time sensing someone approaching from a distance as he usually would.

However, the most confusing and curious parts of Maca are not these two points. After all, as long as he wanted to, he could actually make a similar fog as this.

What makes him feel the most "strange" is the third feature of this fog - it seems to have its own will to live, and when he walks in the fog, he can still feel some spiritual influence.

Yes, the spiritual effect is subtle, but it is real. Perhaps it is a person like Maca who has reached a certain level of perception ability to feel that very subtle change.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Maka, who was pacing along, stopped slightly, and tilted her head as if she sensed something.

"What sound?"

It was at that moment that he seemed to vaguely hear a woman's murmur. She couldn't hear what the voice was saying, but he knew he couldn't get it wrong.

Because the voice was not so much from where it came from, but rather something he sensed directly from the spiritual plane.

Unfortunately, the voice came and went so suddenly and so quickly that before he could try to track it, the confused will suddenly disappeared again.

"Forget it...... The most important thing at the moment is to find Hermione and Luna," Maca thought for a moment, then shook her head, "and ...... Well, let's take them with you to find someone! It is estimated that if they don't find Fred and George and the others, they will not be able to rest assured! ”

After pondering like this, Maca, who didn't want to analyze the fog for the time being, stopped walking forward, took out the magic book and threw it forward, and then stepped on the thick book and flew into the air.

Not long after, at the door of the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

He had already read Percy and Hermione's letters, so he knew it would not be wrong to come here first. But just as he was about to reach out and knock on the door, he turned around as if he was alert, and looked at a laneway not far away.

"Come out! Since they've all seen me, why don't you come out and see me? ”

The words fell slightly, and a large group of wizards rushed out of the alley, and the leader of them turned out to be a witch with a bewitching appearance.

Instead of wearing the usual wizarding robes in the wizarding world, she was dressed in a slightly exaggerated Muggle costume that even looked stylish.

"The dark wizard's robes tanned from basilisk skin, the simple and old-fashioned long-rod staff, and the habit of flying with a magic book on her feet—" The witch said with a slight smile, rubbing her wand against her delicate cheeks, "You must be Professor McLean of Hogwarts, aren't you?" ”

"I'm still in a state of resignation, but that's the fair thing," Maka raised an eyebrow and glanced casually at the other person's side, "yes, I'm Marka McKellen...... What about you? ”

He noticed that the wizards who had gathered around the witch looked a little glazed in their eyes, no doubt controlled by the Imperius Curse, or some kind of dark magic like that.

"Oh! Compared to the famous Mr. McLean, I am just a nobody, and I am not worth mentioning in front of you! The witch shook her head slightly, "Besides, I've always wanted to get acquainted with you—you know, wizards all over the world are talking about you now. ”

“…… And the popular successful man will always have some female admirers, right? ”

As soon as she said this, she suddenly sighed slightly, as if she said with some regret:

"But obviously, I really don't want to meet you in this situation, so ...... Please let me leave like that! Next time, I'll be sure to go to Hogwarts and ask you for an autograph! ”

Hearing this, Maca couldn't help but chuckle.

"So you mean - you're actually one of those 'female admirers,' aren't you?" He asked, somewhat noncommittally.

"Oh," the other man nodded, and winked at Maca rather charmingly, "Maybe you don't believe it, but it's true—at least my sister and I admired you until we met the teacher." ”

"Really?" Maca shrugged, nodded, and said, "It seems that Mr. Helpo also snatched a female fan that belonged to me?" Well...... Maybe two? ”

As he spoke, he suddenly waved his hand and said:

"Okay, if you want to go, I won't stop you. And seriously, if you could choose to leave London right now, I wouldn't have to chase you for trouble...... But I have to say, you have to stay with all these people around me. ”

"Of course, as you wish, Mr. McLean—" the witch nodded at first, then said pitifully, "well, though I really want to say so!" It's a pity...... I really can't agree to this condition. ”

There is no doubt that this is one of Hellpo's apprentices, just like Martin.

And even though this witch who didn't even want to tell her name, her tone of voice was a little "tired", but Maca could still feel that the other party really had no intention of fighting her directly.

It was only because of Helbo's deterrence that it was impossible for her to agree to Maca's request, so she put on that pretended pity posture in order to delay a little longer.

Maca was sure that if there was a chance, the other party would immediately lead people to retreat.

However, as soon as he looked at the wizards, he knew that they were not following Helmpo of their own accord, so he wanted to take them over and find out what was going on.

Seeing that the other party still wanted to continue to talk around, Maca didn't have the interest to accompany him. I saw that he shook the staff in his hand slightly, and a cold air directly enveloped the other party.

At the moment when the cold snap was rushing, even the surrounding fog that did not react to ordinary spells in the slightest could not withstand the regular stirring, and for the first time, it was stirred and slowly churned.

"Yikes!"

Seeing this, the witch didn't even have the heart to fight, and ran to the side decisively, and the speed was unexpectedly fast.

Near her, the cultists under her control also moved, waving their wands in front of her.

Obviously, she was planning to use those innocent ordinary wizards to force Maca to stop.

"Huh? So you can't do anything about these fogs? ”

Maca paused his staff, causing the cold snap to stay in the air for a while, only to find that the witch had not immediately apparitioned away after hiding behind the cultists.

This scene made him feel a little puzzled.

To be honest, apart from today's biggest goal - to find the Weasleys and the family, and to take Hermione and the others out of London by the way, as far as the London Fog event itself is concerned, Maca mainly wants to find out what Helbo's purpose is.

To this day, that guy's actions are all confusing, and if he keeps dealing with it in such a vague way, sooner or later he will fall into the deep pit dug by the other party.

However, although Maca is trying to find a way to seize information every time, it seems that every time she is only a little bit away from touching Helbo's true intentions.

So now, he doesn't want to miss every detail, even if what he's discovering right now is just an inconspicuous anomaly.

After putting this suspicion to the bottom of her mind, Maca turned her attention back to the witch.

"I think maybe it's because of Helbo that you can't choose to flee as you like, then ......"

As he spoke, he slammed the magic book under his feet, and suddenly rushed forward as if it had disappeared at a great speed.

The witch hiding behind the cult barely could react when she heard Maka's calm voice suddenly sound behind her.

"If you want me to see it, you might as well tie it up! At least then Helbo can't blame you anymore - you know, even he himself was trapped by me, didn't he? ”

When the witch heard his voice, she didn't even look back, but shrank her head and tried to drill forward. But unfortunately, Maca's reaction was obviously much faster than hers, and she suddenly froze when she reached out to her shoulder.

"Oh! Good! I surrender—" The witch turned her back to Maca, hurriedly tossing her wand in her hand, then raising both hands, "You see, I've thrown it away. ”

"Wise choice," Maka nodded, "but you know, it's unlikely I'll just be able to take you around like this...... So, I'd better ask you to relax and get some good sleep! ”

Before the words fell, the witch felt that her whole head was suddenly confused, and then she lost consciousness completely.

However, at the moment when she fell to the street with a thud, Maca found that the ordinary wizards around her had not woken up.

Although they were frozen in place one by one because they had no command and guidance, they were still in a state of influence of their will.

Seeing this, Maca didn't think anything was wrong at first, but soon, his brow furrowed.

"That's not right!"

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