Perhaps it was because Maca required everyone to evacuate from London, so that many people who were watching the situation in the dark saw the situation change, and the black wizards began to move. m.xm.x

Leaving aside the stupid siege of Auror at Grace Field Church, there are already a lot of black wizards secretly gathering in London.

However, it is clear that the existence of that Maca McLean still makes these flaming enthusiasts feel worried. Except for a few guys who have the courage but have a hard time in their minds, the rest of the black wizards still dare not be too brazen, and everything is basically low-key.

It is equally obvious that even if those guys are still acting in secret, Ron's trip to London will be a crisis-filled trip.

At this moment, he had just appeared on a country road in the outskirts of London, and he seemed to have some reluctance.

"Fortunately ... fortunately, this time it succeeded, no lack of arms and legs ..."

For Ron, who is still not very good at phantom manifestation, this first step is almost an accident. When he moved, he felt a noticeable tear in his calf.

But after lapping slightly, he found that his feet were still growing well, and he was not left in the church full of horrible memories.

However, before he could walk a few more steps towards downtown London, a series of footsteps were uploaded from the path behind him. He glanced back for a moment, but he did not know when he knew that there were a few strangers in various wizard robes around the corner.

After realizing that the other party had seen himself, Ron thought about it, and didn't hide anymore. He tightened his black robe and proceeded on.

This robe was still picked by him in the church, and it seemed obvious that it didn't fit well and was loosely worn on his body. However, he only found this one with a hood that wasn't stained with blood, so he had to make up for it.

"Those people are going to London too? Who are they?"

Ron wondered as he walked, and a little sticky cold sweat oozed out of his hand unconsciously. In connection with his previous experience, who is he who wants to go to London now?

After all, London is almost empty anyway. Except for those who look for Maca like him, it seems that there are only people looking for Haierbo.

"It's better not to have a relationship with them!" Ron thought secretly in his heart, "but ... although it's unlikely to come, what if they take the initiative to talk?"

Fortunately, the strangers obviously did not want to communicate with him. The two sides went forward silently to each other, keeping a fixed distance consciously.

About ten minutes later, when encountering a fork in the road, Ron took the initiative to choose the road sign showing that it was farther away from the city, separated from the people behind.

After looking back and seeing those people no more, he looked around, then turned around and plunged into the woods by the road.

For the area around London, he is actually more familiar than at least those strangers who came from a foreign country. And if you don't mind walking more rugged woodlands, you can enter the suburbs of London more quickly through this forest.

And more importantly, this way, it is naturally more concealed than moving along the road!

After about a dozen or twenty minutes' walk, Ron pulled away a thick lush bush and returned from the woods to the road outside.

Until now, the road underneath is no longer the dirt road like before, but has been paved with masonry. Needless to say, he should arrive in London soon.

Walking gently on the smooth road, Ron's step forward has become a lot easier without the ups and downs of the forest. As he walked, he looked up and glanced forward, and the fog like a giant mountain was already standing in his field of vision.

"I really don't want to go at all!"

With a secret sigh in his heart, he kept at his feet and walked straight down the misty direction.

...

To be honest, Ron was actually quite stable along the way. Although he had encountered a few strangers who were suspected to be black wizards just now, the two sides separated from each other without any involvement.

However, Ron's luck was clearly not always good.

No, when he went straight down the road on the outskirts for another period of time, and as soon as he entered the edge of the misty area, he saw another group of very suspicious guys blocking the road leading to downtown London. On the way.

Of course, it is a "must-have road", if he would go a long way again, he could still enter the city. Unfortunately, he was in a hurry right now. It was good to find Maca a minute earlier.

Looking at the group of guys who seemed to be unwilling to occupy the road somehow, he squatted behind the bushes on the street for a while to observe the situation, and finally decided to pass from here.

"No way, it's too far to change the road ... not to mention, don't say that there is no way to phantom shape in the fog. Even if it is possible, it's better to use it at my level!"

But how should he pass? Those guys don't look like good crops!

"Just a hundred feet away, there is an alley over there ... or else, try to sneak in while they're out of sight?"

Ron remembered Neville's lion patron saint, although he could not summon such a powerful patron saint, but it was normal, after all, hadn't he trained?

However, there were more than a dozen people walking on the road. It would be all right if they could draw all their attention away, but as soon as one person saw him, the situation would turn sharply.

Can he do it?

Thinking of this ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Ron subconsciously touched the pocket in his arms.

"There is also a potion of immortal potions ..." he muttered so silently, and he immediately shook his head, "No, this is the last means of life-saving, and I can't use it here."

Otherwise, just try it the way you just thought?

Although the risks are indeed not small, most of the key lies in the performance of the patron saint. Can he draw all the attention of those guys?

After so hesitating for a long while, Ron gritted his teeth, and touched the trees as carefully as possible to gradually approach that section. The magic wand in his hand was already pointing in the direction of the other side of the road.

It must be said that the chance is actually only one time, because the second time is definitely not as good as the first time, and he has no chance to try.

"Protect God!"

Suddenly, Ron took a deep breath, then even whispered.