Chapter 1991

"Miss hornheim, if this disaster can end in the future... When Hogwarts reopens, I will ask Professor McGonagall to reopen his alchemy course and hire you as a professor!"

Looking at the nine alchemy dolls flying steadily behind them on Sarah's brooms, Hermione couldn't help saying this to Sarah.

However, Sarah soon shook her head.

"You said that to me," she said. "But... I can take the time to summarize some of the books I have read and compile an alchemy textbook. As for professors, forget it! I don't like and am not good at teaching."

"Have you tried?" Hermione asked as she flew.

"No," Sarah shrugged, "but I'm more used to refining my ability with the help of spirit and printing it directly into each other's soul than teaching people to learn - look! Just like the last nine, it's simple, fast and more effective."

Hearing what Sarah said, Hermione couldn't help glancing back, but she heard Sarah add at this time:

"Of course, it certainly can't be 100% successful... In fact, the success rate is only 50% or 60%. The soul is very fragile, which is really understood with the help of McLean recently."

Before using Marca's hand to replenish her soul, Sarah can only create a soulless alchemy doll at most, which is driven by her own spiritual will. Now, after initially realizing the mystery of the soul, she finally embarked on the road that Phillips once walked.

Making alchemy dolls so frequently is not only to deal with the army of living corpses, but also a way of confirmation she tries to understand human emotions.

Perhaps, in the future, she can create a real man-made person similar to herself... Or even more than herself, just as she created her Phillips.

However, it must not be to fulfill Phillips's long cherished wish. If she has to say, this may be her own life and her own wish.

Just as they chatted casually, they gradually flew over most of the English Channel - far away, they could see the British land full of shadows.

It was at this moment that Hermione and Sarah could not help but stop talking. Especially Hermione, her face had gradually shown a quite serious expression.

"The fog... Dissipated?"

More accurately, it dissipated more than half, but there are still some faint residues. Looking at the coast, there is still some hazy in the distance, but indeed, the vision is clearer than in the past. I don't know how much.

However, the fog that originally shrouded Britain did not disappear, they just... It seems that they collectively rose to the high altitude, turned into continuous clouds, and still covered the sun.

Without the fog shrouded Britain, it is no longer as invisible as it used to be, but the low gray clouds that seem to cover the head make people feel more depressed.

But more importantly, the sense of existence of the corpse army has also become unprecedented.

Soon, Hermione and Sarah hovered slightly on the port pier and looked more carefully ahead.

"There are really no living corpses in the original Weymouth camp area, and there seems to be a black flame Wizard of gofein blocking them from coming in," Sarah is still very calm, looking at the direction of the city from a distance, "it's just... Where have their sisters gone?"

"In the little building where you practiced alchemy?" said Hermione, glancing at the open space ahead.

But Sarah immediately shook her head and said:

"No, they're not in there. There's only... Huh? A few Muggles?"

"Muggle?"

Hermione listened, stunned - why are there Muggles here? Shouldn't they be the first to arrange evacuation? At least that's what the wizards who withdrew to Granger camp said.

"Anyway, let's go and have a look first?"

Hermione turned to ask, but saw that Sarah didn't care. They immediately pressed down the broom and fell down. Behind them, nine dolls began to fall without saying a word.

Of course, Sarah's Alchemy dolls have no ability to speak. They are just dolls and tools, but they are far from being "man-made people".

A few minutes later, Sarah, who entered the small building, did not hesitate to take Hermione all the way to the second floor, opened the door and entered the kitchen.

"Chi -"

The next moment, I saw a big doll, who easily pulled the cupboard aside with one hand. After gently knocking on the closed warehouse door, he retreated behind Sarah again.

Sarah held out her hand and motioned to Hermione.

"Open the door and come out! I'm Hermione Granger."

No matter who is hiding inside, it would be more appropriate for Hermione to speak - obviously, not many people know Sarah!

"Miss Granger?"

To be honest, when they heard that the cupboard was pushed open, officer Rowan, who was hiding inside, was really shocked, because they didn't make any noise when they came.

But when they heard that it was Hermione, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Squeak."

Rowan opened the door from the inside, and then saw him carefully look out. After seeing Hermione, he hurried out and said:

"Oh! That lady is right. You really came in a few days! Hey, come out! This time we are really saved - we can go to France."

When she heard him, Hermione immediately asked:

"The lady? Is that Miss Geoffrey?"

"Er, yes." officer Rowan hurriedly turned back and said, "they came here to rest for two days, and then... Something seems to have changed outside, and they left again - it was several days ago!"

"No wonder..."

Hermione nodded at the thought of those letters that had not been delivered before, but then frowned again immediately.

"Did they say where they went?"

"Oh, no," said officer Rowan helplessly. "The lady named Ursula is better, but the other one... We don't even know her name! But generally speaking, they haven't had much communication with us."

"It's not surprising," Sarah said with a calm smile.

"Anyway, I don't think they've gone too far," Hermione thought. "Those black flame Wizards of Safina are still there! Aren't they?"