"Hey, I said ... will we help Sirius drive out the black wizards tomorrow?"

In the ward, there was darkness, and there was only a window with a slit in the curtains. The little starlight flashed silently as if it was about to fall in.

Even if it was just a fake star, everyone was silently staring sideways, so that they could not imagine the fog and haze outside as much as possible.

But cold, Ron's voice suddenly sounded in this drowsiness and tranquility, making people more and more unable to sleep.

"Maybe." Hermione replied dryly.

But to be honest, even if Ron no longer speaks frequently, everyone can't sleep, so this really can't blame him.

Hermione was thinking, and suddenly Ron whispered again:

"So ... how many do we think we can deal with together?"

"If you can deal with a few, deal with a few," Hermione replied again, then helplessly, "Can you close your mouth? If you don't feel secure, go and count the stars over the window! Bother us to sleep ... "

"Uh, sorry."

Ron's awkward voice echoed in the ward, but he couldn't help but added:

"But, I've counted all the ... visible stars, for a total of 138."

"Oh!"

I don't know if it was Fred or George who didn't hold back, and suddenly laughed. But Hermione shook her head afterwards, turning over and feeling awkward:

"Who's going to open the curtains? Let him count tonight!"

"Hahahaha--"

You don't need to wonder if Fred or George is laughing this time, because when they heard Hermione's words, they both happily patted the mattress.

In the dark, Hermione thought about it, and couldn't help but twiddled her mouth with some funny words, but in the end she said with a stern expression:

"go to bed!"

Of course, in such a dark room, no one could see her expression change.

At this moment, right next to Ron, Harry's face was a little grinning.

However, the silvery light of the Gryffindor sword wrapped in silk cloth, showing only a section of the hilt on the pillow, made his expression more dignified.

After following Maca to London today, he suddenly saw and heard many things, some of which have not been digested even now.

Although I don't know why, he seems to have been able to take the Gryffindor sword to fight. When he put the bright and slightly cold hilt on my hand, what he felt was not strong and handsome, but an inexplicable pressure.

Thinking about the past, Harry had been looking forward to the day when he would stand in front of everyone with Maca.

Now, he seems to be one step closer to his wish. But at the same time, for the first time, he realized for himself how heavy Makar's responsibility was ...

On the other side, Pansy obviously couldn't sleep at the moment. Because what happened to her buddy, Yi Luli, she still has no way of knowing.

In fact, she thought about asking Maca, but she didn't really dare to ask.

As a person who has experienced that power in person, she can clearly feel the horror of being gradually occupied and stripped off, even if it is only a short moment.

In the absence of any help, the possibility of not being affected by the hidden dangers of magic rituals like those of the lunatics outside is too small.

Panxi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then subconsciously turned her head to look at the trench coat wizard lying not far from her.

Even when lying down and sleeping, the other party did not take off his hood. So even if a little starlight fell between the gaps in the curtains above, she still couldn't see the expression on the face hidden in the shadow.

Worrying about the complex situation outside? Or just like yourself, dreaming about someone's safety? Pansy doesn't know the answer to these questions.

All she knew was that the other party must be awake now, and had thoughts in this quiet room.

It must be said that Pansy was very grateful to this powerful witch she didn't know her name and hadn't seen her. If she hadn't been by her side at the time, she might have become one of those crazy wizards outside.

And just as Pansy had guessed, the trench coat wizard did not fall asleep right now.

In fact, it can even be said that as she stays more and more with Maca and these friendly people, she can sleep less and less each night. Sometimes even if she fell asleep, nightmares that scared her, exhausted her, and made her sad would soon wake her up.

She knew that those dreams were constantly reminding herself that she could not indulge in this age that is not her own.

She even knew that the more relaxed she was during this time, the more painful she would become in the near future.

Seriously, compared to everything she remembers, life in this period is really wonderful. Fortunately, she almost no longer wants to fall asleep easily at night, just to make herself carefree for a few more days.

However, as the time neared, she understood that it was time to come.

"How long has it been ... never seen him again in a dream?"

In the false starlight under the window, she thought wryly. But soon, she shook her head gently again and said to herself:

"Yes, I've come here, I don't have to look for your figure in a dream ... I promise, I will save you. No matter what method I use, no matter what I will do, no matter the world changes How are you ... "

"I will definitely!"

...

Perhaps no matter how many people toss and turn to sleep tonight, their reasons are far less than that of someone. And that person is undoubtedly Haierbo.

He has been sleeping for too long, and even now he feels a little sick even yawning.

Of course, he actually liked another one more than this reason for insomnia-he was so excited!

The thought of this demon summoning ritual will proceed to the second step, he is as if he saw the moment when he touched the truth of the soul.

And after that, waiting for him was the consciousness of death.

Since ancient times, how many people can safely touch the death rule? Even if there were one or two wizards who seized the opportunity through some shortcuts, they were in the limelight for a while, but in the end they all tasted the taste of death.

Now it seems that only a cautious wizard who is as cautious as he is, can contemplate such a seemingly bold and actually safe method.

"Start! Start ..." Haierbo, experiencing the magical changes in the city, shouted joyfully, "Give your soul and let sin begin! It will be given to us somewhere far away. The sweetest response! "

Suddenly, among the apprentices standing in front of Haierbo, one of them suddenly seemed to hear something echoing in his ear. The voice was inexplicably pure, pure and delicate, full of wonderful persuasive power, and even calmed down the mind that had long been insane and chaotic.

Immediately, he knelt down involuntarily, hoping to listen more religiously.

But at the moment when he was completely immersed in this voice, a majestic and powerful force burst out from his soul, but in a moment, he completely devoured his soul, including consciousness.

The next second, his eyes opened again, and the chaotic black that had just faded in his eyes had completely turned into a kind of extremely solid black, almost like two deep black gems inlaid in his eyes.

Suddenly, he saw that he supported the ground with one hand and slowly stood up.

"First!"

Haierbo looked at each other's pure black eyes, and couldn't help showing a contented smile. However, the other party didn't go to see him at all, but turned his head slightly and looked around.

"Sin ... not enough ... not enough."

Then he lowered his head slightly again, looked at his hands, and then shook his fists. It looks as if you are feeling your own power.

It wasn't until the end that he raised his eyes slightly, and the icy eyes fell lightly on Haierbo.

"……not enough."

After all, he ignored Haierbo who was staring at him, turned his head and walked step by step toward the periphery of the open space until he disappeared at the corner of a building at the intersection.

Haierbo silently watched the other party leave on his own, and for a moment, he frowned slightly before regaining his gaze.

"Sure enough, as stated in" Abbatil ", these guys simply do not care about the caller ... because the meaning born during the ritual process is to collect sin and let the ritual be completed little by little. "

After thinking about it for a while, he looked at the remaining forty-one people in front of him again, and the smile on his face appeared again.

It's okay ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Even if those guys don't obey their orders now, as long as the ceremony is successfully concluded, they will become their most loyal and powerful men.

What's more, aren't they doing exactly what they want now?

Even though he was ignored by the guy just now, Haierbo was not at all annoyed—looking at the forty-one "apprentices" below, he could almost imagine a total of forty-two collectors collecting souls throughout the city Already.

There is no doubt that the more soul collectors that can be born in a ceremony, the sooner the ceremony will be completed. Thinking of this, he felt a bit impatient.

"Go! Hurry ... hurry up!"

Needless to say, how could Haierbo still fall asleep when such an exciting change is happening? That night, he would never fall asleep, even if he didn't actually need to do anything now.

"Go! Let this city be my last step in touching the three-level rule!"

.. Vertex m.