Chapter 1181

"Isn't this fog soul magic? What a strange interference effect?"

At the moment when Hermione and her party went to the Leaky Cauldron bar, Marca, who left a message for Harry, finally came to London. Although he didn't come here with the phantom development spell, the spatial movement ability of the door key was also repelled by the fog and forced to appear somewhere outside the fog.

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

Soon Maka found that the fog obviously had a compound interference characteristic. It can not only affect the spatial movement, but also interfere with the diffusion and propagation of magic waves.

So here, even he can hardly feel someone approaching from a distance as usual.

However, the most confusing and curious place for Maka is not these two points. After all, as long as he is willing, in fact, he can make a similar fog.

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

Yes, although the impact on the spirit is very weak, it is real. Perhaps it is people like Maka who have reached a certain degree of perceptual ability that will feel that very subtle change.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Marca, who was pacing forward, stopped slightly and turned her head sideways as if she felt something.

"What sound?"

It was just at that moment that he seemed to vaguely hear a woman's whisper. Although she could not hear what the voice was saying, he knew that he should not hear it wrong.

For the voice came not so much from where, as from his direct spiritual sense.

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

"Forget it... At present, the most important thing is to find Hermione and Luna," Marca thought and shook her head. "Then... Well, take them to find someone together! It's estimated that if they don't find Fred and George, they can't relax!"

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

Soon, outside the Leaky Cauldron bar.

He had read Percy's and Hermione's letters, so he knew it would be right to look here first. But when he wanted to reach out and knock on the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at an alley not far away.

"Come out! Since you have seen me, why don't you come out and see me?"

The voice dropped slightly. Even if a large group of wizards rushed out of the alley, the first one was still an enchanting witch.

Instead of wearing the wizard's robe commonly seen in the magic world, she wore a slightly exaggerated Muggle dress, which even looked fashionable.

"The Dark Wizard's robe tanned by the Basilisk skin, the simple and ancient long rod magic wand, and she used to fly by stepping on the magic book -" the witch gently scratched her delicate cheek with her magic wand and smiled, "you must be professor McLean of Hogwarts?"

"Although I'm still leaving at present, you can also say so," Marcello raised his eyebrow and glanced at the other party at will. "Yes, I'm Marca McLean... What about you?"

He found that the witches around the witch looked dull in their eyes. They were undoubtedly controlled by the soul snatching curse or some similar black magic.

"Oh! Compared with the famous Mr. McLean, I'm just a nobody. It's not worth mentioning in front of you!" the witch shook her head. "Besides, although I've always wanted to know you - you know, wizards all over the world are talking about your story."

"... and popular successful men always have some female admirers, don't they?"

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

"But obviously, I really don't want to meet you in this situation at all, so... Please let me leave like this! Next time, I will go to Hogwarts to ask you for an autograph!"

Maka couldn't help laughing when she heard the speech.

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

"Oh," said the other party, even nodding and winking charmingly at Maka, "maybe you don't believe it, but it's true - at least my sister and I admired you very much before we met the teacher."

"Really?" Marca shrugged and nodded. "It seems that Mr. helbo has robbed one of my female fans? HMM... maybe two?"

As he was saying this, he suddenly waved his hand and said:

"Well, I won't stop you if you want to go. And seriously, if you can choose to leave London right now, I won't have to chase you to trouble... But I have to say, you have to stay with these people around me."

"Of course, as you wish, Mr. McLean --" the witch nodded first, but then she said pitifully, "well, although I really want to say that! It's a pity... I can't promise you this condition."

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

Even though the witch, who didn't even want to tell her name, spoke in a somewhat "boring" tone, Maka could still feel that the other party really didn't have the intention to fight directly with herself.

It was only because of halbo's deterrence that she could not agree to Maka's request, so she put on that pathetic gesture to delay time.

Maka was sure that if she had the chance, the other party would take people back immediately.

However, as soon as he looked at the wizards, he knew that they did not follow halbo voluntarily. In this way, he wanted to seize them and find out the situation.

Seeing that the other party still wants to continue to gossip, Maka is not so interested to accompany her. He shook his staff gently, and a cold air shrouded him directly towards the other party.

At the moment when the cold current surged, even the fog that didn't respond to the ordinary spell couldn't bear the stirring of the rules. It was stirred and churned slowly for the first time.

"Ah!"

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

Near her, the congregations under their control also moved, waving magic wands one by one in front of her.

Obviously, she was going to use those innocent ordinary wizards to force Maka to stop.

"Hmm? So you can't do anything with the fog?"

Makaton stopped the cold wave in the air, but found that the witch didn't move away immediately after hiding behind the congregation.

This scene made him feel a little confused.

To be honest, despite today's biggest goal - to find the Weasleys and take Hermione away from London, as far as the fog in London itself is concerned, Maka mainly wants to find out what helbo's purpose is.

Up to now, the guy's actions are confusing, and if he continues to deal with it in such a muddle, he will fall into the pit dug by the other party sooner or later.

However, although Maka is trying to get information every time, it seems that she is only a little short of halbo's real intention every time.

So now, he doesn't want to miss every detail, even if what he finds is just an insignificant anomaly.

After putting this doubt to the bottom of her heart, Maka turned her attention back to the witch.

"I think maybe you can't choose to escape at will because of Haier Bo, so..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stepped on the magic book and rushed out at a very fast speed as if he had disappeared.

The witch hiding behind the congregation could hardly react. She heard Maka's calm voice suddenly ring.

"Let me see, you might as well be caught without a hand! At least in this case, Haier Bo must have no way to blame you - you know, even he was trapped by me, didn't he?"

When the witch heard his voice, she didn't even turn her head back. As soon as she retracted her head, she wanted to drill forward. But unfortunately, Maka's reaction was much faster than her. She just put her hand on her shoulder and suddenly froze.

"Oh! OK! I surrender -" the witch threw her wand away with her back to Maka, and then raised both her hands. "You see, I've thrown away my wand."

"Wise choice," Marca nodded, "but you have to understand that I'm still unlikely to take you everywhere... So I'd better ask you to relax and have a good sleep!"

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

However, at the moment when she flopped soft on the street, Maka found that the ordinary wizards around didn't wake up.

Although they were stunned one by one because they had no command and guidance, they were still in a state in which their will was affected.

Maka didn't think there was a problem at first, but soon his eyebrows tightened.

"No!"