"... The Stewart family is the foundation of Ilvermorny in the United States that has remained standing for so many years. Although Ilvermorny was able to be founded at that time, it was mainly because Iseult Thayer, an Irish immigrant witch, could make This school still exists today, but it is still her Muggle husband, James Stewart - the Stewart family... or in other words, the unique wand produced by the 'Mason's Workshop' is the standard for every batch of new students in Ilvermorny. , and wands are rarely replaced by wizards for no reason... If you bring these wands to your master, with his ability, I think he should be able to see some problems. "
In the room, Sarah said this while pointing towards the table next to her. On the table, about a dozen still intact wands were piled up in a scattered pile, like a pile of useless firewood.
After the "lady" with the deformed living corpse following her silently stepped forward and swept all the wands into the empty meal basket hanging on her arm, Sarah took a few steps forward again. Arriving at the pile of broken corpses in the center of the room. Although her feet had obviously stepped into the semi-solidified black and red blood around the pile of corpses, she did not move at all, apparently not caring about this filth.
She leaned over slightly, stretched out her hand to grab and lift the intact head, then turned around and handed it to the person behind her.
"But the most problematic person in this team is this person - his name is 'Manster Jonker', he is a wand-making master specially hired by the Stewart Family Research Institute. Before joining the institute, he worked in the United States He is well-known in the magic world. Because he is quite strong, I think he should be the leader of this team... However, after checking his body, I found that he was controlled by someone - maybe he was kidnapped. Soul spells, or at least similar soul magics, your master is better at this than me, so I won’t say more.”
While Sarah was speaking, the other party had already taken the head in her hand and put it into the meal basket on hand. However, regarding Sarah's words, the other party was as silent and dull as usual, never interjecting a word from the beginning to the end, which made people have to suspect that she was a mute among the living corpses.
Of course, Sarah had no curiosity about whether the other party was mute. After finishing this series of things, she waved her hand casually and said:
"Okay, I've told you what I know, and I've given you the most questionable clues I've examined. When you have time later, take away the corpses you piled up here again, and remember to leave the floor as well. I clean up and that’s it.”
After that, Sarah didn't say anything more, she turned around and walked out of the room door, and soon left alone, as if she didn't mind leaving the other person alone in her room.
And soon, the living corpse lady also walked out of the house and went straight to the stairs along the corridor. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to close the door of Sarah’s room.
Not long after, 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, and she couldn't help but pause slightly.
It seems that in her heart she doesn't actually care as much as she showed in front of the other party before.
"Miss Hohenheim?"
"It's okay, don't worry about her, just eat quickly!"
"Uh...oh."
…
Naturally, others have no way of knowing what Sarah has in mind... At least with Ron's wisdom, they probably can't guess it;
On the other hand, others would not know what John was thinking at this time. But this is not because he is too thoughtful, it is because... at least so far, no one cares about his thoughts.
However, John, who was not cared about by anyone, could be regarded as an elite among modern wizards. He seems to be very unreliable on weekdays, but he also has his own reserve and sense of responsibility. At the same time, he also steps into this place with a mission.
Regardless of whether others pay attention to it or not, he himself obviously has his own purposes and goals.
"Does no one really care what I do?"
John's muttering was not without reason. Because when he secretly said these words, the tip of his wand was touching a strange-style gem. As soon as he chanted the spell, the palace would immediately be completely enveloped by a powerful curse magic.
He didn't dare to say how much of a threat this curse would pose to the living corpses here - especially the mysterious "master" - but no matter what he thought, it should at least have some due influence here.
However, until now, he has not seen anyone appear to stop him!
After a moment, John had to move the wand away slightly, and then leaned back heavily into the soft sofa behind him.
This is already the greatest test he can make at present. If this is not enough, should he really recite the magic spell and release some substantial magic waves? No, that is not a "temptation" at all, but a forced provocation, and you are seeking death!
"Hiss..." John, who was leaning on the sofa, couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then resumed his usual lazy energy, mumbling to himself vaguely, "Well, maybe... this is good."
Since he does not seem to be taken seriously by the living corpses here, doesn't it mean that he will have more opportunities to act at will
To be honest, when he returned to the room and started testing this time, he was already a little nervous from the moment he made the decision. He would never take this kind of risk again!
It's a pity that when I think about it, the reality is cruel. In fact, adventure has become his only companion since he stepped into the disaster-stricken Britain today.
"well-"
John sighed to himself. After resting for a while, John got up from the sofa again, reached out to put away the gemstone on the coffee table in front of him, and then picked up the cup and poured out the wine that had been poured earlier and had warmed up a bit. He raised his neck and drank the boiled water in one gulp.
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Immediately afterwards, he was seen lifting his legs and walking towards the door again.
"She just said that another member of her tribe will come into the city...Should I go and take a look?" Just talking to himself, John gradually walked away in the corridor outside the door.
In this Buckingham Palace, which he was completely unfamiliar with.