Chapter 1822 Dusk Visitor

"You are...Miss Hohenheim?"

When Hermione saw a cute little girl standing at the gate of the camp and waving to herself, she couldn't help being slightly taken aback - although she hadn't seen her for a while, she was obviously no stranger to this girl.

"Oh, sister Hermione, please just call me by my name 'Sarah'—long time no see!" The little girl said, pushing aside the arm of the guard who was blocking her, and ran happily Arriving in front of Hermione, "I heard that you need help here, so I came here... In fact, many people are also discussing to come to help you! For example, the uncles and aunts of the Weasley family ……How are you?"

"Well, of course, it's not bad!"

While Hermione responded, she lowered her head slightly and smiled at the other party.

"I didn't expect you to come too... Hurry up, come in! With your help, I will feel much more at ease!"

Obviously, Hermione would never dare to neglect this little girl - don't look at her appearance as a cute and pitiful child, I remember Maca said back then that she is actually equivalent to an experienced alchemist .

In the St. Mungo's Hospital in London, she used an alchemy circle to trap Hai Erbo, who had recovered to a certain strength, for a whole night. It can be seen that her alchemy level is quite amazing in this era.

"Sarah, do you live in that neighborhood safely? To ensure your concealment, we haven't dared to contact you. In fact, everyone has been secretly worried."

"No problem," Sarah said, nodding her head as she walked. "After Mr. Blois sent us there, nothing dangerous happened. Mrs. Weasley said she was a little You've gained weight!"

This sounded interesting, but it was obviously just a joke—as long as Ron and Ginny were still facing the threat of Hai Erbo outside, how could the Weasleys, as parents, feel at ease? Don't talk about gaining weight, it's already good if you don't lose weight.

However, Sarah and Hermione joked and comforted each other, while the other couldn't bear to point it out. Neither of them expressed their worries. It wasn't until Hermione took Sarah back to the tent and arranged for her to sit down and rest that she couldn't help but sigh softly:

"As long as there are no attacks and harassment over there, I will be relieved."

Sarah was sitting on a chair that was not much shorter than her. Hearing what Hermione said, she finally couldn't help but nodded slightly, and the original innocent smile on her face faded a lot.

"The Bulova family has done a good job of keeping the secrecy in that community. During the time everyone lived there, they have basically integrated into the environment-although worry and anxiety are definitely inevitable, at least they live in peace. This When I left for the first time, I also deliberately left an alchemy formation that can be activated at any time, which can be used to protect everyone staying there in a critical moment."

She spoke earnestly, and at the end, she looked at the camp outside and said:

"If it's dangerous, it has to be on your side, isn't it?"

Regarding Sarah's statement, Hermione really couldn't deny it, even if she really wanted to make a joke with the brisk tone of the other party just now, to be honest, she couldn't do it.

Today, the whole situation has not improved, but has continued to deteriorate. Many people have no energy left to pretend to be relaxed. Among them, Hermione was included.

After sitting down and learning more about the state of the community these days from Sarah, and talking about a few not-so-interesting "interesting things", Hermione finally got back to the topic:

"Sarah, since you're here... Although I'm sorry for asking you to help, maybe I can't start designing a protective alchemy array for me now? It doesn't need to be as big as the original St. Mungo's, as long as it can That's enough to cover a camp as big as this."

When Sarah heard it, she immediately nodded and said:

"Set up a formation for this camp? Sure—"

"Oh no," Hermione said hastily, "it's not this camp, but another camp in the port of Weymouth, England... Actually, if you didn't show up in time today, I should continue to send more people there tomorrow Yes—although it is also a camp for transferring survivors, but it is located in the mist, which is much more important than here... and obviously there are more dangers to face."

"Well," Sarah nodded again after hearing this, "Okay... But, do you have the layout of the camp? The alchemy formation is different from the magic formation, and it needs to be designed according to the advantages and disadvantages of the environment... The camp There is something magical about it, please tell me as much as you can."

"Well, I'll draw it for you."

Hermione didn't know much about alchemy, after all, Hogwarts didn't offer alchemy courses. In fact, due to the downturn in modern alchemy, it is difficult to find professors who can truly teach people.

In fact, even the French Beauxbatons, who gave birth to such a great master of alchemy as Nicole Flamel, although it is true that there is still alchemy, the things that can actually be taught to students are quite limited.

"When Hogwarts resumes teaching in the future, I must ask Professor McGonagall to teach an alchemy course, and then invite you to be a professor."

While holding a pen and drawing at the desk, Hermione couldn't help saying casually.

However, Sarah, who was sitting not far away, shook her head inexplicably when she lowered her head to draw.

Even though few people know about it, Maca has never revealed her true identity at will, but she has never forgotten what "thing" she is-she Sarah Hohenheim is not a person, but a person. Artificial human, and even a defective product.

"I hope!" Sarah was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "I hope such a beautiful day will come as soon as possible."

Naturally, Hermione didn't know Sarah's actual situation. Hearing the other party's emotion, she thought she was looking forward to the end of this disaster. So, she couldn't help but nodded, looked up at the other party and said:

"Yes, everyone is looking forward to it, and everyone is working hard."

Seeing Hermione smiling at her, Sarah raised the corners of her mouth, and responded with a brighter smile very familiarly.

Even... her long life was even more miserable than Willy's, and she has never tasted what joy is like.

"All right."

Not long after, Hermione put the parchment painted on the layout of the camp in Weymouth Port in front of Sarah.

"Just take a look at it first! I just remembered that I have to go to the tent next door to take a look, and I will be back soon... If you have any questions, just ask me later."

"it is good."

Sarah picked up the drawing, and then watched Hermione leave from the door of the tent, with an unknown gaze faintly flickering in a pair of deep eyes.