Chapter 1897

"Squeak --"

When I opened the closed side door of the church, the slightly rusty hinges sounded a harsh sound, which made people get goose bumps.

Then, before everyone looked at the dark and gloomy space behind the door, a series of "Duo Duo" dull sounds suddenly came out of the darkness in the depths of the church and got into everyone's ears.

It's like... Someone is beating a piece of wet and rotten wood.

"This is the lobby," Neville whispered after listening to the strange noise for a few seconds. "Last time we came here, it was almost the same here - because Maka and them usually don't go this way. They usually go in and out directly from the main door at the corner next door, so there is no lighting."

"Well," Hermione nodded, "since it's the same everywhere, go in!"

"OK... Oh, you can go directly to the church nave by taking the side porch on the right," Neville pointed to the right. "Marca, they should all be there... Well, I mean, probably."

Hearing this, Hermione looked left and right inside the door, and then took the lead to turn and walk towards the door hole Neville said.

This church should also be a relatively large one among all churches in Britain. In today's fog, the larger and empty buildings are, the darker it is. Fortunately, Hermione, who has been used to traveling at Hogwarts castle at night since childhood, obviously won't feel too uncomfortable.

The sound of everyone's footsteps echoed continuously in the room, mixed with the inexplicable tapping sound that has not stopped so far and still one after another, which makes people confused for a moment.

Soon, they walked through the side porch and came to the entrance of the church nave.

"Is Marca in there?"

Standing at the door and looking inside, Hermione looked a little confused, because the middle hall was darker than the outer hall and the corridor. When I looked in, I could see almost nothing except the prayer bench near the door. All of them were submerged in the dark fog.

"Shouldn't be?" Neville and other people who had been here looked inside and showed a puzzled look. "Last time we came here, there was a magic light ball floating on the ceiling of the middle hall, which illuminated the whole hall like the day. It's no problem to see at least at a glance without dispelling the fog."

Hermione listened and remained silent for a moment before frowning slightly:

"Will... Maybe Marca is not here."

This guess, in fact, she wanted to say when she saw those figures from the outside just now, but if Maka wasn't here, who would turn this ancient city into this... Here?

Because there were enemies in all directions, now in this British land, everyone couldn't help looking at each other when hearing Hermione's doubts.

But then, I don't know what Hermione suddenly thought of, and she suddenly raised her eyebrows.

"Whether Marca is there or not, at least... I think I may know who made those... Those 'things' outside!"

Before the words fell, she waved without looking back, motioning everyone to keep up with her. Then she suddenly quickened her pace and followed the percussion to the depths of the church nave.

Everyone didn't know what she remembered. It could be seen that she was so, so she had to hurry away.

Soon, they led by Hermione quickly passed through the empty and dark middle hall, entered a place similar to the lounge through the deepest half open door, and then entered the darker corridor.

The corridor is somewhat tortuous, with many doors on both sides - most of them are open without cover, and there is nothing in it except old furniture.

Occasionally, when she met one or two closed doors, Hermione didn't seem to open it and went straight in the direction of the knock.

"Click."

Until Hermione gently opened a door between her and the sound, a light finally passed through the gap between the two doors and fell into everyone's eyes.

Maybe they stayed in the dark for too long, and the light made everyone feel a little dazzling, so that they couldn't help raising their hands to cover it.

Then they finally cleared the scene hidden behind the door.

It was a petite figure, facing the door on the side, sitting on a relatively large wooden rocking chair. As she rocked back and forth slowly with the rocking chair, she grabbed a small hammer and fell up and down, knocking on... A spine on her thigh?

Around the rocking chair, there were all kinds of human bones piled up, all very messy and scattered on the floor.

Ron, who was looking forward, dared to swear that he had seen more than one skull from those terrible bones just at a glance. The empty hole in his eyes made him quickly retract his head again, and he was not even interested in seeing who was sitting in the rocking chair.

"Sarah."

Hermione stood at the door and whispered in a very subtle tone.

"Shh," Sarah in the rocking chair stopped her work and raised an index finger at the door. "I still have a lot of 'babies' to sleep. Be careful not to wake them up."

After lowering her voice and saying such a sentence, she raised her hand again. Hearing the speech, Hermione and others subconsciously turned around and looked in the direction she pointed.

But at the other end of the rather large room, there were several rows of rectangular stone tanks shaped like coffins, with dark green liquid rippling slightly. Looking from the door, only the outermost stone VATS can vaguely see that there seems to be a human object lying in the liquid.

Hermione looked a few more eyes. She couldn't accept it for a moment. She couldn't help standing in place and being silent for a moment. Then she shook her head slightly and put the strange scene aside.

"Where's Marca, Sarah?" she asked in a softer voice than before.

"Marca has something to do. She's leaving for a while," Sarah said, holding up the spine she had just been beating, admiring it back and forth, without raising her head. "Oh, by the way, she's going with Miss brova and her father. If you want to find Marca, wait here!"

"How long?" Neville asked.

"How long?" Sarah thought, then shook her head. "I don't know, Marca didn't say."

After a little hesitation, Hermione finally asked a question that everyone cared about very much.

"What are you... Doing here?"