Chapter 1834

In the church, in order to penetrate more fog, the brightness of the flame hanging on the top is very high. And perhaps because of this, its brilliance appears very pale.

Especially now, Maka has just come to add magic as fuel to this flame, which makes its light more intense.

When Harry and the two wizards followed the side door and walked all the way through the corridor, they immediately felt as if they had come to a space without color.

In the whole church hall, light and fog overlap each other, which is a hazy white. The four walls of the hall can hardly be seen clearly. Only the neat rows of prayer seats in front and some silhouettes of people sitting between them can be seen.

Seeing this, Harry subconsciously stopped and watched with a sword in his hand.

Suddenly, one of the figures in the seat stood up gently, walked out of the seat silently, and walked step by step to Harry and them along the middle aisle.

They thought each other was coming to meet them - whether enemies or friends, just like the two wizards who led them just now.

But who knows, after silently looking at Harry, the figure quietly walked around under the eyes of the people and went out of the corridor when they came. There was no big reaction in the whole process.

"Shall we... Go in and have a look?"

Neville, who was holding Ron, asked after watching for a while.

Because it was very quiet here, he could not help but keep his voice low, but his voice echoed naturally in the hall.

Fortunately, the figures sitting on the prayer bench in front didn't seem to care about this. Otherwise, the scene of these people looking back is still quite frightening.

After a little hesitation, Harry nodded.

"We'll find out sooner or later."

After that, he took the lead in opening his legs and walked towards the middle aisle. Everyone saw that although they were more or less worried, they also followed closely.

But before they could take a few more steps, another figure suddenly appeared from the light ahead and walked slowly towards them.

Because of the strong light, the figure could not see clearly. Only a shaking black outline was barely visible between the light and fog.

But soon Mr. blova took two quick steps over Harry and stared straight ahead:

"Willie? You're... Really here!"

To be honest, it's actually more difficult to rush in all the way than expected; However, when she found that it was Willie who was coming, brovaton felt that the trip had been particularly smooth.

Unfortunately, just finding where Willie is is undoubtedly just a trivial beginning.

"Willie? I'm Dad! Don't you know... Willie?"

Mr. brova stood in front of Harry and them, opened his arms to each other and kept calling. However, as the figure in front was getting closer and closer, although everyone gradually saw that the visitor was indeed Willie, they also found that Willie didn't show any excited expression about Mr. brova's arrival.

After a while, Willie, who was approaching gradually, finally stopped not far in front of Mr. brova, looked at the latter calmly and whispered:

"I know, father."

This is a familiar tone for Mr. brova, calm and quiet, just like she was forced to be trapped in the seal. Just compared with the past, there seems to be a little more indifference now.

Brova was hesitating, but she heard Willie's topic change:

"Father, Potter... You shouldn't have come."

"When you were on the island, you left us without saying a word. How can we not come to you!" Harry listened behind Mr. brova and couldn't help saying, "you should understand that Mr. brova has been worried about you!"

"I know," said Willie immediately, "yes, it was my fault, but there was no way - at that time, for some reason, I temporarily lost my judgment."

"What do you mean?" Mr. brova asked quickly, as if he thought of something. "Is it McLean? He... What did he do to you?"

Why did Willie leave the island and come to this British fog for no reason? In fact, everyone thought a lot, especially Mr. brova, who is Willie's father. And thinking about it, the only thing he can think of is Maka.

Although he can't guess too many details, it seems that only Maka can lead to such things, isn't it?

On the other hand, when Mr. brova asked, Willie said very frankly:

"It's because of Maka, although he didn't expect some things."

"So McLean should be here too?" said Mr. brova immediately. "Willie, take me directly to him! I want to ask him... Is it in there?"

As he spoke, he was about to go inside, but Willie reached out her hand very decisively to stop him.

"No," said Willie solemnly, "Marca is busy now. She can't be disturbed."

"Willie, you --"

Mr. brova has always loved his daughter very much, and even can be called "doting" because he feels he owes each other. Whatever Willie wanted, he would follow. In those years, he tried to send her to Hogwarts school because of Willie's words.

However, now it is precisely because of his strong fatherly love for his daughter that he lost his temper with Willie for the first time.

"No! I have to find him to make it clear - yes, McLean, he lifted the blood curse for you, which is enough for me to thank him all my life! As long as he can protect you well, even if he wants me to risk my life to fight halbo..."

"But," said blova suddenly, and then the conversation changed, "if he dares to be against you, I will never agree! Even if he has helped you!"

"But that's what I want." Willis said without hesitation.

But Mr. blova waved his hand carelessly:

"That won't work!"

Before the words were finished, blova pushed Willie away, stopped his arm, clenched the wand in his hand, and was about to break into the depths of the church.

"Stop!"

Willie turned her head and shouted. Seeing that her father didn't stop at all, she suddenly pursed her thin lips and waved her hand.

Harry, who was standing behind and didn't know what to do, saw that the wizards who had been sitting quietly around the prayer table stood up together and lit a black flame.

At the next moment, they turned over and jumped up one after another, all rushed to block in front of Mr. brova.