Chapter 1772

The port of Weymouth was completely shrouded in fog. Harry and others stood on the ship and looked around, but they saw only a gray area and nothing.

"Miss Goffin, is Weymouth really ahead?" asked Ron, turning his head slightly and looking at Safina, who was slowing down in the cockpit.

When the other party heard the speech, he nodded immediately.

"There can be no mistake."

Not long after, she stopped the ship temporarily at a distance from the fog, and then came out of the cabin.

"Captain, how's it going? Will you drive in now?"

In fact, there was no captain for this operation, but Safina called Harry so once before. She seemed to think it was very convenient, so she simply continued to call him so.

Harry didn't raise any objection to her - it's just a title anyway. Everything is the same.

"Wait a minute and come in later." Harry looked at the fog ahead a few more times before saying, "check your things again and finally get ready... Ginny, you're about the same size as Miss Goffin. Lend her your rune robe - you can wear mine."

As he spoke, he first took off his Rune wizard robe.

"No," said Ginny hastily, "I can wear it for her, but you don't have to give it to me - if there is a battle, you must want to fight, but I don't necessarily, do you?"

"Stop talking and listen to me!" Harry did not listen to Ginny's persuasion and forcibly swept his wizard's robe into her hand. "Otherwise, I don't trust you."

While they were arguing, Safina was puzzled and said:

"Why? Is there anything special about your robe?"

As she was saying this, she suddenly saw a large number of ancient magic words painted on the inside of the robe that Harry took off. She was not surprised:

"Is this an ancient magic item? But this style -"

"This is a wizard's robe made by Maka," Hannah explained. "It can defend against magic and impact. The effect is great."

"Mr. McLean's work?" Safina stared at the robe again and exclaimed again. "It's incredible! I've only read descriptions of similar things in some ancient documents..."

Before she finished, she saw that Ginny had handed over her robe. Safina subconsciously received it and looked around, but finally handed it back to Ginny:

"No, thank you - Mr. McLean made it to protect you. I don't dress properly."

"Don't push around," Ron said helplessly when he saw Ginny and Safina delivering them there. "Remember what I said yesterday? Harry wears mine... Harry, don't be wordy. Ginny is right. You must need it more than anyone!"

Ron has been tough this time. But in fact, his judgment is indeed correct - even if he had just been refuted by Hermione, the self-healing ability given by Dumbledore can really make him more able to sustain himself than others in case of injury.

Harry finally had to pick up Ron's Rune robe and put it on himself again.

Seeing that everyone was almost ready, he finally nodded to Safina, then suddenly waved his hand to the fog ahead and said:

"Start landing!"

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The process of driving the ship to the fog is like driving the ship into a gray wall - this is the particularity of the fog. It is not only clear boundaries, but also like two different worlds inside and outside.

The moment Harry and his little yacht crossed the border and broke into the fog area, the bright sun disappeared and everyone's eyes darkened.

"A little slower -"

"I know."

Without Harry's warning, Safina saw that the visibility in the fog was so low, immediately reduced her sailing speed again, and finally drove slowly forward at a speed slower than people's running.

However, we still can't see where the port is.

As there is no reference, we can only be patient and continue to wait. Because from now on, unless they encounter an enemy who has to fight, they can not use magic as much as possible.

Harry stood on the side of the ship and looked around, trying to see something in it. It was a pity that there was a blur around the ship. No matter how big his eyes were, he couldn't see anything at present.

"The fog... Is thicker than it was in London and Canterbury!"

Yes, as Harry said, now the fog covering almost the whole of Britain has become so thick that ordinary people can't walk in it.

It must be said that this has far exceeded their previous expectations.

"If that's the case everywhere on the shore, I'm afraid we can't act in this fog without magic!" Harry frowned. "The plan has changed. We have to reconsider."

"Yes!" said Navier Dang, nodding again and again, "if we go on like this, we will be no different from blind people in the fog. Let alone go on the way. If we encounter a battle on the way, can we really fight with those terrible corpses in the fog?"

When everyone began to think hard, Safina in the cabin suddenly shouted. Immediately, the ship hit something with a bang, making the whole ship shake violently.

Ron, who was standing on the edge, was so unstable that he almost fell overboard.

"Be careful!"

Neville quickly stretched out his hand and dragged him back, but he shook himself and sat down.

When everyone looked ahead, Safina in the cockpit said:

"Well... Here we are, although this is obviously different from the way I expected to land."

The crowd saw that the bow of the ship had hit an iron column that seemed to be the railing of the wharf.

"But anyway, it stopped."

Before the words fell, Safina quickly stepped out of the cabin, dragged a bundle of cables to the bow and tied the ship directly to the iron pole.

"Let's go! We can go ashore. Let's go from here!"

Tie up the cable, Safina turned back and waved her hand, then pulled the railing, jumped suddenly and turned over cleanly.

Harry and the five of them saw it and hurried to follow.