"Hohenheim? Are you... Alessandro's... daughter?" John looked at Sarah across the table. The expression on his face seemed a bit contradictory, as if a little surprise was mixed with more doubts. It makes people unable to distinguish clearly.
Yes, of course he knew about the Hohenheim family in Switzerland—in the modern magic world, except for Nico Flamel who refined the Philosopher's Stone, when everyone mentioned alchemy, they would definitely mention the surname Hohenheim.
Thinking back to that time, Philipps Hohenheim had an astonishing talent in alchemy. Although his research direction was different, his corresponding achievements were no less than that of Nicolas Flamel. Today, Phillips is long gone, and the Hohenheim family is still underpopulated, but after all, every generation of descendants has never slackened and has been dedicated to the art of alchemy.
Now Sarah's nominal father, Alejandro Hohenheim, although far less talented than his ancestors and Nico Flamel, has spent most of his life working day and night at the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center, where alchemy has declined significantly. era still wholeheartedly dedicated to reviving its glory.
It can be said that compared to Nico Flamel... or even his ancestors, he has obviously contributed much more to alchemy and the entire magical world - most of the very reliable and practical alchemical props from the Ministry of Magic in various countries are It comes from the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center that he is responsible for.
However, few people, including John at this moment, knew that Alejandro, a workaholic, actually had a daughter named "Sarah"! Otherwise, the page about the little girl in front of him in the information that John saw at the beginning would not be nearly blank.
"Miss Hohenheim..." John said hesitantly after being stunned for a moment, "I know that Alessandro has a son, but I didn't know that he actually has a daughter."
"Noah is my brother."
Sarah didn't care at all about John's confusion. Moreover, although she no longer minds making her true life experience public, she does not think it is necessary to talk about it.
"Anyway, Mr. Stewart, that's all I know."
After saying this, Sarah turned her head and glanced in the direction of the main seat, as if to indicate that she had finished everything she should say. As for the slightly inquiring glances cast from the eyes of Hermione, Ron and others on both sides, she did not look at them.
On the other side, John, who had just listened to Sarah's answers, gained not only the identity of the other party, but also learned some news related to his teammates, was naturally filled with emotions at this moment. While he was subconsciously questioning Sarah, what he was thinking about was the appearance of the teammate who was lucky enough to escape the attack that the other party had verbally described before.
Blonde hair, brown eyes, an old trench coat, and a thin golden chain hanging from his chest - there is only one teammate who fits this appearance, and that is the male wizard who comes from the same Stewart family as him, his uncle, Jason. Stewart.
But to be honest, he actually didn't know much about his uncle, who had never had a high sense of existence. All I know is that when I was young, the other person seemed to have been living in New York, with no children or even friends.
After John graduated from Ilvermorny and worked in the workshop for a period of time, he was called back home and took a humble job as a wand quality inspector in the workshop. And this has lasted more than ten years.
Now, when John thought about it, he was quite surprised to find that he had no other impression of his little uncle Jason except that he was "low-key, dark-looking, and mediocre."
However, even if you don’t understand each other, you don’t understand them. After all, the other party is still your family. What's more, in this mission, the other party is also one of his teammates who risked his life to participate with him. At present, the life and death of the other party are still unknown. Of course, he has the obligation to find a way to find out where the other party is now and whether he is still alive.
If it can be done, it would be best to try to meet up with the other party.
Although his thoughts were disturbed, John didn't think about it for too long. He only ran through these thoughts in his head once, and he roughly understood what he should do next.
"Thank you, Miss Hohenheim."
Soon, after thanking him like this, John suddenly turned to the Lord of the Living Corpses, looked directly at him and said:
"I remember you just said that Miss Hohenheim can answer the 'first half' of my question for me. That means... you know the current situation of my teammate who was lucky enough to escape death?"
As soon as John finished speaking, this time, the Lord of the Living Corpses sitting not far away was no longer silent. He immediately nodded and admitted unabashedly:
"Although I just learned about it, but... yes, I already know where he went."
"Where is he?" John heard this and asked hurriedly.
However, the Lord of the Living Corpses slowly shook his head, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and then said:
"I already know, but Mr. Stewart - aren't you curious why your teammate knows nothing about his whereabouts? I believe that before you mustered up the courage to set foot on this land, you must have also Many rigorous plans have been discussed, which must also include how to reunite after being attacked and fleeing separately... Since you and him were lucky enough to avoid death on the spot, and then survived with difficulty to this day, why is he like this? How come you still want to ask me about it?"
The other party's words left John in a daze.
Of course, John had also considered what the other party said. Not just today, but actually during the few days he stayed in London, while he seemed to be doing nothing, he was naturally waiting for his surviving teammates to contact him. Although he knew that there was little hope, he did not want to believe that the entire team was really there. He is the only one left alive.
But now it has been proven that most of the teammates are probably really dead. Except for those people who had watched helplessly being killed by low-level zombies, it was really unlikely that the tombstones seen in the backyard tonight would be empty. There was no need for the zombie clan to lie to him like this.
But... yes, since Jason is still alive, why doesn't the other party find a way to join him? Is it because they discovered that London is now occupied by living corpses, so they dare not approach it? Or did he encounter many dangers on the road after escaping? There are so many possibilities.
But the only possibility he didn't want to think about was the possibility expressed in and out of the words of the Lord of Living Corpses.
"What do you mean?" John stared at the other person and asked coldly.