Chapter 1193 Premonition of Nightmare Coming

"Mr. McLean, I do have something very important to tell you. May I trouble you to get in the car and talk about it?"

"Ok?"

Although because of Charlotte's relationship, Maca was not wary of Mr. Norman Werther. But the other party was always a member of the Werther family. Under the restraint and interference of the old patriarch who was obviously always having some evil intentions, Maca felt that he still had to maintain a certain degree of vigilance.

Of course, he was obviously not worried about himself, but Hermione, Luna and the others who were standing behind him and looking at the carriage with curiosity.

"Mr. Witter, I thought, you might choose to say it directly?"

"Oh, this"

When Norman heard this, he couldn't help thinking about it with hesitation. And perhaps because he noticed Maca's firmness that was completely different from his tone, he finally nodded somewhat helplessly.

The next moment, he turned his head slightly and said to the old steward inside:

"Drive around the area first! After a while, come here to pick me up again."

Having said that, Norman jumped out of the carriage and walked quickly to Maca.

"Mr. McLean, this is really not a place to talk. The scene where I talk to you like this must not be seen by the wizards under Hai Erbo."

After hearing what he said, Maca nodded slightly and said:

"I can understand. I have met people from your family before. Presumably your Werther family must have encountered a little accident and come here!"

As he spoke, he beckoned the other party to walk into the alley on the side of the road. When he passed the outer wall of a house in the alley, he casually stretched out his staff and tapped it lightly on the wall. The brick wall trembled slightly and began to deform, revealing a doorway for people to enter.

And after a group of six people including Na Norman walked in, the doorway that had just been transformed with the transformation technique was automatically closed soon.

Right now, Maca was standing in the corner of the living room of this family, subconsciously looking up at the ceiling slightly. Obviously, he was sensing whether there was anyone upstairs.

As for the small living room, he knew clearly that it was empty before he chose this house.

"It seems that there should be no one upstairs." Maca paused for a moment, and then said, "Well, maybe this Muggle family thought that the fog was too weird, so they left London early, right?"

Judging from what Maca heard from Sirius, there are actually quite a few Muggles who left London this time. Otherwise, there would be no traffic jams on the few roads outside.

After saying something casually, Maca walked directly to the side sofa and sat down. The sofa was obviously a bit hard, but no matter what, it was better than standing and talking.

"Mr. Witter, sit down too! I believe that this Muggle family doesn't mind people coming to sit on their sofas and armchairs. Of course, they might be a little bit annoyed by the fact that they come uninvited. Already!"

However, Norman didn't seem to have much feeling for Maca's one-liners that eased the atmosphere.

In fact, he is already in a mess in his heart now, it is only because of his calm personality and good self-cultivation since childhood that he has not shown too much impatience.

When Hermione and the others also found a place to sit down in a daze,

Maca saw that Charlotte's father didn't intend to find a chair for himself at all, and stood directly in the middle of the living room and said:

"Mr. McLean, you just said that you met our family members? Well, maybe they have brought some discomfort to you, but to be honest, they can't help themselves this time."

"Of course, this has nothing to do with what I want to tell you, it's my father who wants me to convey the news to you."

"yes?"

Maca didn't know what Norman wanted to say, but it could be seen that the other party seemed to have quite complicated emotions in his heart.

That seems to be a kind of vague fear, but there may be a little hesitation mixed in it.

"Yes," Norman paused before continuing, "I think you are all confused by the fog that pervades London. Well, in fact, I was as puzzled as you at first, even afterward. Those wizards who claimed to be Hai Erbo's apprentices came to the family and explained that the mist was made by Hai Erbo himself, and we also don't know where it came from and what it does."

"Didn't those guys say it?" Maca raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I didn't say, maybe even they don't know," Norman shook his head, and then said, "But after that, my father, who hadn't talked to me for a long time, suddenly called me over. And it was from him Only then did I understand what this strange, indispellable fog really meant!"

Hearing this, Maca suddenly had a bad feeling. He felt that he might have guessed what Norman would say next.

Just, is that possible? No, he felt that he must have thought too much.

But at the next moment, Maca heard Norman say:

"McLean, I think you should still remember Abatel, the most important inherited magic book of our family. When Haierbo came to our Werther family for the first time, it was for that set of ancient scrolls. It was just because our family owned The scrolls are not complete, especially the most critical volume of summoning, so Haierbo only left after getting the clues."

Obviously, what Norman said here is actually not accurate. And this is probably just because his father tried to conceal that he had tried to get some benefits from Haierbo, so he didn't tell him all the setbacks.

But when Maca heard Norman's next sentence, he felt that those so-called "truths" that passed by might not really be that important.

Only to hear the other party then said in a deep voice:

"However, my father told me before that Hai Erbo may have collected all of Abatel! Because based on what my father knew about Abatel, he believed that these fogs are most likely the precursor of the demon summoning technique!"

After a moment of silence, even Maca took a deep breath for his last words, and then slowly suppressed the slight tremor in his heart.

After staring at Norman wordlessly for a while, he shook his head slowly.

"This is impossible."

Maca and the others wanted to leave the Muggle residence one step ahead of Norman.

As the other party said, although the old Patriarch of Werther is not willing to follow Haierbo now, he does not dare to disobey the latter's orders openly. Therefore, Hai Erbo's subordinates must not find out that Norman was secretly entrusted by his father to communicate with Maca.

And just before Maca left, Norman also informed him of the old Patriarch's intention to cooperate. Judging from what Norman expressed, Navitt's old Patriarch seemed a little unwilling.

After all, Abatel's set of ancient magic works was originally an inheritance of their Werther family. It was only because of the betrayal of members of the family that the ancient books were leaked out.

Not long ago, Old Werther thought that the family inheritance could finally be restored to its integrity. Unexpectedly, suddenly there was an ancient wizard Haierbo who came to intervene, forcibly taking away the remaining part of the family.

Now, seeing that Hai Erbo is very likely to have assembled the complete book of Abatel, it is already good that Old Werther will not die on the spot in anger.

However, even though Maca had deduced so many things from what Norman said, he still couldn't believe that the fog was the precursor of the "Devil Summoning Technique".

You must know that the person who had mastered the last part of Abatel's summoning technique back then died by destroying his soul in front of him.

What the other party did was to prevent Hai Erbo from forcibly flipping through his memory to obtain any information the other party wanted.

Could it be that the self-sacrifice of old Eun was meaningless at all? Because before his soul died, Hai Erbo had obtained those last few pages?

Indeed, if this was the case, Haierbo's erratic whereabouts after that seemed to be able to be explained. He was obviously making many complicated preparations for the completion of the summoning ceremony.

"Maka, that was Charlotte's father just now?"

Hermione followed him closely, at first she was reluctant to disturb him casually because of his pensive expression, but after a while, she still couldn't help asking in a low voice:

"And what is the demon summoning technique he mentioned?"

"Yeah!" Ron couldn't help but ask when Hermione opened his mouth, "Could it be that there are creatures like demons in this world? Isn't that a magical creature that only exists in legends and stories invented by Muggles?"

"Ok?"

Hearing their question, Maca shook his head.

"Maybe there are! As far as I know, ancient summoning can be divided into two categories: spirit summoning and demon summoning, but I don't know what kind of existence the so-called demons are."

Perhaps, it is not as everyone imagined, and even the concept may be completely different. It's a pity that maybe only the ancient wizard Hai Erbo knows about it.

"In short," Maca smiled wryly, and frowned, "What we can be sure of now is that it must not be a good thing!"

To be honest, Maca suddenly felt a little powerless now. Because he found that if what Norman said was true, then he really didn't seem to know what to do now.

He really didn't know anything about the "devil summoning technique".

And just as Maca frowned and walked forward with Hermione, Luna and the other four, before he knew it, the entrance of St. Mungo was already in sight.