Two days is a short time, but it is also a long time.

If people don't have a broad vision and only care about the one-third of an acre of land around them, they often only feel that this day is like a white horse passing by in a blink of an eye.

But for those who look far enough, the changes in these two days are enough to make people worry about sleeping.

In recent days, the huge disasters that have occurred in the United Kingdom have caused chaos in neighboring countries, and the rapid flow of information in modern Muggle society has made it difficult for the higher authorities to completely suppress the fermentation of public opinion. If this continues, even if Helbo does not continue to attack, this small half of Europe will probably have to mess up on its own.

However, in addition to those leaders who are troubled by the chaos of the big and small, there is also a kind of person in this world who is also secretly lamenting the long time.

For example, a "idler" like Safina, a masked girl in France, has rushed to France according to her sister's instructions.

Needless to say, waiting for someone who doesn't know exactly when it will appear in a strange country is definitely boring and boring.

"Mademoiselle, this is Fort Blois. Originally, the head of the Blois family 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 Fort Blois, escorted by several black-robed men and women. She looked at the ruins in front of her, nodding her head slightly as one of them reported to her.

And around them, there were not many passers-by, but they could not be said to be none, but those people hurried by as if they had not seen them there at all.

After a while, Safina listened to what her subordinates had to say, and then she whispered:

"The French Blois family, which used to be arguably one of the top wizarding families in Europe, would have thought that it would be uprooted silently overnight...... Except for the 'despicable Helbo', there is probably no second person in this world who can do it. ”

Speaking of this, she suddenly turned her head to her subordinates and asked:

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

"Yes."

When the black-robed man saw her ask, he immediately replied:

"Although there is not a lot of information about Macka McKellen's whereabouts, it can be confirmed approximately. The Blois family not only took in McLean's group who had left England, but also hid a group of refugees in France...... As for the exact location of those people, there is no more definite information. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he paused for a moment, and then added:

"In addition, the Blois family also sent a large number of people to the United Kingdom to monitor the movement inside and outside the fog, until it was impossible to do anything, and then urgently withdrew."

"Well," Safina said, bowing her head slightly, "no wonder Helbo would have done something to them...... But if you just uprooted Fort Blois and didn't touch the Muggles around it, it didn't seem to be a bit out of the way the unscrupulous man was doing? ”

Thinking of this, her brow, which was hidden under the mask, suddenly frowned slightly, and then waved her hand and said:

"It's not a good place to stay longer, let's go!"

Fearing that there was some sort of Helpo's machinations here, Safina immediately left the place with her men. But since she came here to wait for someone, she didn't go too far, and soon found an apartment building nearby with a view of the ruins of Fort Blois, and "borrowed" a house from a family on the top floor to live in.

"There's no need to set up protective magic," Safina immediately stopped when she saw that her subordinates were about to cast a spell on the door wall, "If it's really like I thought, these defenses will not only not stop people, but will also expose our location." Also, don't go out these days, and if you have to go out, don't use spells as much as possible...... Do you understand? ”

"Yes."

Hearing everyone respond in unison, Safina slowly walked to the living room window and looked out. It could be seen that except for a few Muggles in the square where she was just now, there were still no noteworthy people appearing.

After looking at it for a while, she said casually:

"Split into two shifts, day and night, and if you find someone similar to McLean, let me know immediately."

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

To be honest, if it wasn't for her sister Ursula's intentions, she wouldn't have wanted to come here at all - according to her personal opinion, not only Helbo, but even Macado was probably a complete dangerous person.

At least she thinks that the previous code of conduct in the organization is very good, and it is safest not to mix it up no matter what happens outside.

I think that when Greenwald was in turmoil, weren't the elders in the organization just because they made up their minds not to interfere, so they lived peacefully to this day?

Obviously, even if life is a little aggrieved, it's better than having no life, isn't it?

However, this generation of prophets ...... That is, her sister Ursula, contrary to the ideas of several prophets and predecessors, began to set foot in this bottomless quagmire herself.

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

"Could it be that this chaos is no longer something that can be survived by shrinking one's head to protect oneself?"

After a moment of silence, Safina looked out the window at the blue sky and muttered to herself with some uneasiness.

……

Ursula was a prophet, and a better prophet than Trelawney's "half-." In contrast to the latter's always rather abstract prophecies, she was not only able to obtain quite concrete predictions, but even had a strong intuition that Trelawney did not have.

However, no matter how gifted she was as a prophet, it was impossible to prophesy to the point of "what will happen one day"—something that only a few legendary ancient great prophets could do.

But she would never have thought that her so-called "I can meet McClain near Fort Blois in two days" was not wrong, but her words made her sister wait for a long time in France.

And what is even more unclear about her, a "newcomer prophet" who has just awakened her talent, is that the reason why the prophecy is feared is precisely because it is difficult to change. She alone is a newborn prophet, and she can only tremble under fate.

The power of foreseeing the future has been a kind of sorrow since ancient times.