Chapter 2416

"... the Stewart family, the foundation of ifamani in the United States, has been standing for so many years. Although ifamani was founded mainly because of the Irish immigrant witch isot Sayer, it is still her Muggle husband, James Stewart Stewart family... Or‘ The unique wand produced by the stonemason's workshop is the standard for each batch of new students of ifamani, and witches rarely change the wand for no reason... You bring these wands to your master. With his ability, I think we can see some problems. "

In the room, Sarah said this and pointed to the next table. On the table, about a dozen intact wands were piled up there, like a pile of useless firewood.

After the deformed "Lady" who had to follow behind her silently came forward and swept the wands into the empty food basket hanging on the bend of her arm, Sarah walked a few steps forward and came to the pile of broken bodies in the middle of the room. Although her feet had obviously stepped into the semi solidified pool of black and red blood around the corpse pile, she didn't move at all. Obviously, she didn't care about this filth.

She leaned slightly, reached out and grabbed it, pulled up a intact head, then turned around and handed it to the other party behind her.

"However, the most problematic person in this team is this man - his name is' manster jonkel '. He is a specially hired wand maker at the Stewart Family Institute. Before joining the Institute, he was well-known in the American magic world. Because his strength is also quite good, I think he should be the leader of this team... But he is checking After passing his body, I found that he was controlled by someone - maybe a soul snatching spell, or at least a similar soul magic. Your master is better than me, so I won't say more. "

While Sarah was talking, the other party had taken the head in her hand and put it into the food basket in hand. However, for these words of Sarah, the other party was as silent and dull as usual. She didn't interrupt once from beginning to end, which made people have to doubt that she was a mute in a living corpse.

Of course, Sarah is not curious about whether the other party is mute. After finishing this series of things, she waved her hand at will and said:

"Well, I've told you what I know. I've also given you the most suspicious clues. When I'm free, I'll get the bodies you've piled here and take them away again. Remember to clean the floor for me, that's all."

After that, Sarah didn't say anything more. She took the lead and turned to the door. She soon left alone. She didn't seem to mind letting the other party stay alone in her room.

Soon, the corpse lady came out of the house and went straight down the corridor to the stairs. Before leaving, I didn't forget to take the door of Sarah's room with me.

Soon, in Ron's room, Sarah, who had just sat down and picked up her fork, suddenly heard a series of footsteps passing from left to right in the corridor outside. She couldn't help but give a slight meal.

It seems that her heart doesn't care as much as she did before.

"Miss hornheim?"

"It's all right. Don't worry about her. Eat quickly!"

"Uh... Oh."

……

No one knows what Sarah's thoughts are... At least Ron's wisdom can't guess;

On the other hand, if you want to say what John is thinking at this time, no one else will know. But this is not the credit of his deep thought. It's really because... At least so far, no one will care about his thoughts.

However, John, who is not cared about, can be regarded as the elite of modern wizards after all. On weekdays, he seems very unreliable. He also has his own reserve and sense of responsibility. At the same time, he also stepped here with a task.

Whether others pay attention or not, he obviously has his own purpose and goal.

"Is it true that no one cares what I'm doing?"

John's murmur was not without reason. Because at the same time when he said this secretly, the tip of his wand was against a strange gem. As soon as he recited the curse, the palace would be completely shrouded by a powerful curse magic.

He can't say how much threat this curse will certainly pose to the living corpses here - especially the mysterious "master" - but how do you think it should at least have some due impact here.

However, until now, he has not seen anyone appear to stop him!

A moment later, John had to move his wand gently, then sank back and leaned heavily into the soft sofa behind him.

This is the biggest test he can make at present. If this is not enough, should he really recite the magic spell and release some real magic waves? No, it's not a "temptation" at all, but a forced provocation and death!

"Hiss..." John, leaning on the sofa, couldn't help taking a deep breath. Then he regained his usual laziness and said to himself vaguely, "well, maybe... It's good."

Since he really doesn't seem to be valued by the living corpses here, doesn't it mean that he will have more opportunities to act at will?

Seriously, he started this test after returning to the room just now. In fact, he was a little worried from the moment of decision. He will never take the risk again!

Unfortunately, if you want to return, the facts are very cruel. In fact, adventure has become his only companion since he stepped into today's disaster areas in Britain.

"Alas -"

Wu sighed. After a short rest, John got up again from the sofa, put his hand away the precious stone on the tea table in front of him, then picked up the cup and drank the boiled water that had been poured and warmed up.

Then he raised his legs and walked to the door again.

"Just now she said that another one of her people would come in the city... Should I go and see it?" he said to himself, and John gradually walked away in the corridor outside the door.

In this Buckingham Palace, which he is already a complete stranger.