The building is locked on Sundays. Andrew inserted the key into the lock, turned it away, and pulled it out again. Andrew didn't even bother to take the elevator and hurried upstairs.

Five floors can be climbed. Although it took less than a minute to complete the goal, Andrew still felt that it was too slow, and if he could fight the mech alone, he could reach his destination in ten seconds.

When Andrew climbed to the fifth floor and rushed from the hallway to the office, there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes, and his mouth narrowed tightly. The hallway was quiet, empty, and dim. The only source of light was the sign of the escape door and the gloomy sky outside. Shadows are cast on the enclosed hallway, stretching out.

The office door was slightly open. Except that everything was silent, and there was no sound enough, you could faintly hear the creaking of the electric fans on the ceiling at the joints. The lights on the ceiling weren't on, but the lamp on Andrew's desk must have been on, because the yellow light illuminated the outline of the hallway, and a golden glow sprinkled through the hallway. Andrew stopped at the doorway and clenched his wand in both hands.

"Hermione?" called Andrew. "Hermione, can you hear me?" Andrew's voice sounded like the wind.

Andrew closed his eyes and listened, feeling that he heard two voices.

The first is the sound of sluggish breathing, and the weak moaning sound that comes out when you exhale. This is Hermione.

The second is the sound of a rustle and something scurrying away.

Andrew smelled gunsmoke in the air.

Andrew tightens his mouth in a fit of rage, and Philip's inexplicable little pet hurts Andrew's friend. Andrew is definitely not going to fucking pestle here and let him do whatever he wants in Andrew's office.

Andrew pushed the door open with his cane and walked into the office in a rage, stretching his hibiscus wand forward, and the spell was ready to be cast.

Directly in front of Andrew's office door is a desk with pamphlets titled "Witches Don't Fly That Much/Magic in the Twenty-First Century." Some of the pamphlets were written by Andrew himself to dispel curious people who wanted to learn about witches and magic. Andrew crouched for a moment, aiming his wand under the table, not seeing anything. Andrew stood up again, looking back and forth, his wand ready for it.

On the wall to the right of the doorway is a row of filing cabinets and a few lounge chairs. The filing cabinet is closed, but there may be something hidden under the chair. Andrew tiptoed to the left, checked behind the office door, and leaned his shoulders against the wall, staring into the room.

Andrew's desk is in the back corner, diagonally opposite the right hand side of the door. It's a large office with a window on each wall. Andrew's shadow was stretched as usual. In the center of the room, the ceiling fan creaked and swirled.

Andrew's gaze kept moving, intently sensing the situation around him, and he stubbornly restrained his anger to keep himself alert. It wouldn't help if what happened to Hermione fell on Andrew himself. Andrew moved slowly and cautiously, and the hibiscus wand was always on standby.

Andrew saw Hermione's tennis shoes behind his desk. From the way her feet were bent, she was lying on her side, but Andrew couldn't see her whole body. Andrew pushed forward, leaning against the wall step by step to the middle. When Andrew began to look at the floor behind his desk, Andrew pointed his Fuso wand at it like a pistol.

Hermione lay there, curled to the side, blonde hair scattered around her face, open eyes staring blankly ahead. She wears jeans, a shirt with a button-down neckline, and a sports jacket from the Quidditch Artillery Team. There was a pool of blood on her left shoulder, and her wand fell a few feet away beside her. Andrew's heart was about to jump out, and Andrew heard her take a soft breath and let out a moan.

"Hermione. Andrew shouted, then zoomed up the volume and called again, "Hermione." “

Andrew saw her move slightly, which was a staccato struggle after hearing Andrew's voice. "Be careful, be careful. Andrew told her. "Take it easy. Don't move, I'll go over and help you. “

Andrew cautiously knelt beside her and looked around. Nothing was found. Andrew lowered his wand and touched her neck. Her pulse was fast and weak. She didn't lose much blood, not like she was seriously injured, but Andrew checked her shoulder anyway. Despite the coat, Andrew could still feel the lumps.

"Andy. Hermione snapped. "Is that you?"

"Xiaomin, it's me. Andrew said as he waved his wand to the side, his hand slowly reaching for the phone. The drawer in the middle of Andrew's desk with the scorpion amulet had been opened, and it was empty. "Hold on. I called an ambulance to save you. “

"You bastard, I can't believe it. Hermione gasped, and Andrew felt her move slightly. "What kind of magic are you experimenting with, it must be black magic, what the hell are you studying?"

Andrew pulled the phone down and dialed 119. "Don't speak, Hermione, you've been poisoned, you need to get to the hospital quickly. “

The 119 switchboard picked up the phone and copied Andrew's name and address, Andrew asked her to send an ambulance and prepare to help someone detoxify, she told Andrew to wait online first. Andrew didn't have time to wait a minute, the hell that made Hermione like this must still be somewhere here. Andrew had to get her out first, and then retrieve Philip's amulet so that Andrew could use it against him when he arrived at the seaside mansion.

Hermione shook again, and Andrew felt a cold, hard object gently tap on Andrew's wrist with a click. Andrew looked down at her in surprise. Hermione's chin showed determination, and she clasped the other end of the handcuffs onto her wrist.

"You've been arrested. She said breathlessly. "You bastard, I'm going to take you to the interrogation room, you can't escape. “

Andrew stared at her in dismay. "Hermione. Andrew stammered. "Oh my God, do you know what you're doing?"

"I'll you. The corners of her mouth lifted into a strange grin. She tilted her head and grimaced in pain, squinting at Andrew. "Andy, you should have gone to me this morning, and now I got you. She said breathlessly, and finally added, "You bastard." “

"You stubborn dead woman. At that moment, Andrew felt a little overwhelmed, shook his head and said, "I need to get you out before that thing comes back." Andrew said and bent down to try to lift her up.

At that moment, the scorpion jumped out of the shadows under the desk. It was no longer a bug that Andrew could pinch to death with his fingers, it had become as big as a hound, oily brown all over, and so fast that it could barely keep up with its eyes.

Andrew stepped back sharply, and saw its tail flash, and the spike at the end poked at Andrew, sweeping in between moments. A few drops of clammy and cold stuff sprayed onto Andrew's cheeks, and Andrew's skin immediately felt a burning pain, it was venom.

The sudden movement made Andrew's feet twitch and kick his wand away. Andrew threw himself at the wand, Hermione's handcuffs out of Andrew's reach. The stainless steel hoops around the bottom of Andrew's wrists, causing us to let out a cry of pain. Andrew reached for the wand, his fingertips touching its sleek shaft, when another rush of footsteps was heard, and the scorpion approached behind Andrew. The wand slipped between Andrew's fingers and rolled out of Andrew's reach.

Andrew didn't have time to cast the spell, but Andrew had time to reach for the drawer in the middle of Andrew's desk, pull it out of the drawer frame with all his might, and lift it between Andrew and the scorpion with all his strength. A hissing sound streaked through the air, followed by the sound of wood being smashed. The scorpion's spikes pierced through the bottom of the drawer and stuck firmly into it. A crab-like claw made a hole in Andrew's sweatpants and caught Andrew's leg.

Andrew screamed and shook the drawer open. The scorpion's tail was still stuck on it, so it was thrown by Andrew and fell a few feet away.

"Andy, it's useless. Hermione muttered incoherently. She has been poisoned for too long, and she can't figure out the situation anymore. "I've got you, don't resist. I want you to give me the answer now--- you can't run away, you belong to me..."

"Hermione! Andrew thinks Hermione was hallucinating from the scorpion venom. "Sometimes you really don't succeed enough and you fail. Did anybody tell you that?" Andrew bent down at her, wrapped his handcuffed hand around her back and hugged her, and then pulled her other hand to Andrew, who was handcuffed on his right wrist and her left wrist.

"I don't care.... I don't like you and Cho in everything, and Luna.... She struggled. Andrew picked her up and staggered towards the door. Andrew felt blood flow from his leg, and the wound that the scorpion had torn open was rather scorching. "What's going on?" Hermione's voice expressed confusion and fear. "Andy, I can't see it. “

It's miserable. The toxin has spread. Brown scorpions are ubiquitous in the United States, and their toxins don't do much more harm to humans than bumblebees. Of course, Bumblebee wouldn't be as big as a puppy, and Hermione didn't have the doomsday warrior's resistance like Andrew, and if she was injected with too much toxin, her survival rate would be low. She needed medical attention, and right away.

If Andrew's hand was still free, Andrew would pick up his wand and fight the scorpion, but Andrew didn't want to end up like Hermione - even if Andrew could stop the ghost scorpion, he might go to Hermione again, bite her again, and send her to the western sky.

Andrew couldn't reach the keys on Hermione's body now, and Andrew didn't have time to take all the keys on the key ring one by one to try out the handcuffs. All the spells that Andrew could have that could break the handcuffs quickly could also cause Andrew to be killed by flying shards, and now Andrew didn't have time to cast a less lethal escape spell.

"Andy. Hermione asked again in a faint voice. "What's going on? I can't see it. “

Andrew didn't answer, holding his breath and pulling her towards the door. There was a loud tearing and thumping sound behind Andrew, and Andrew looked back to see that the scorpion's thorns were still firmly stuck in the drawer, but it quickly tore the wood to pieces with its chela and feet.

Andrew swallowed, turned around and staggered out of the office, making his way to the foyer with Hermione. Andrew kicked the office door shut. Hermione's feet didn't have much strength, and the difference in height between the two made it difficult for Andrew. Andrew did his best to straighten her body and keep moving.

Andrew made it to the end of the hallway, the door to the stairs was on the right, and the elevator was on the left.

Andrew hesitated for a moment, gasping for breath, trying not to let the sound of wood breaking at the other end of the hallway distract Andrew's judgment. Hermione collapsed on top of Andrew, unable to speak, and Andrew couldn't be sure if she was still breathing. Andrew had absolutely no way to carry her down the stairs, in fact, even Andrew himself didn't have the strength to walk downstairs. The ambulance should arrive soon, and if Andrew couldn't carry Hermione downstairs before they arrived, Andrew might as well leave her upstairs to die.

Andrew made a bitter gourd face. Andrew hates elevators. But Andrew pressed the button and waited, and the round lights on the elevator doors had to be counted from one to five.

At the other end of the hallway, the tearing stopped, and something slammed into Andrew's office door, banging on the door frame continuously.

"It's a big deal. Andrew exclaimed. Looking up at the lights, the second floor, and then it felt as if it had been stagnant for a thousand years, the third floor. "Hurry up!" Andrew roared and pressed the elevator button.

Then Andrew thought of the shield bracelet that was wrapped around Andrew's left wrist. Andrew's handcuffed right hand wrapped around Hermione to support her, tangling with her left hand, making it impossible for Andrew to concentrate. So Andrew carefully laid her down as soon as he could, raised his left hand and poured attention into the bracelet.

The bottom third of the office door exploded, and the brown, oily scorpion surged through the hallway, hitting the wall. It's getting bigger, and this damn thing is still growing. It crawled over the wall, bounced in Andrew's direction with incredible agility, and sprinted down the hallway towards Andrew as fast as a running adult man. Its feet rattled on the floor and it raced. It leapt at Andrew with its claws wide open, its spikes glinting. Andrew focused on the protective bracelet, forming and holding the shield, and Andrew did his best to get everything ready before the scorpion bit Andrew.

At the last moment, the invisible wind shield collided with the scorpion about a palm's width from Andrew's body, bouncing it backwards. It struggled on the ground for a moment, clumsily slapping the ground.

Behind Andrew, the elevator opened gracefully with a clatter.

There was no time to pity hermitage, Andrew grabbed Hermione's wrist, pulled her into the elevator with her, and pressed the button to the hall. In the hallway, the scorpion turned its tail and body upside down, turned to Andrew's side again with incredible intelligence, and flew towards him. Andrew didn't have time to raise his shield again, and Andrew let out a scream.

The elevator doors closed suddenly. A sharp thud sounded, and the scorpion slammed into the elevator with a banging sound.

The elevator ran down as Andrew tried to regain his breath. What the hell is that?

That's not just an insect. It's too fast, and it's so fucking smart. It sneaks up on Andrew, and only pounces on him when Andrew puts his weapon down. It must be something else, something structured with energy.

When it is first made, it is small, but it can continue to grow and thrive by absorbing energy, like Frankenstein. It's not really animate, it's more like a golem, and like a robot designed to perform a mission. Philip's mad bastard thought that his amulet should have fallen into someone's hands, so he cast a spell to attack anyone who would touch it. Hermione didn't die and did his way.

It's growing, faster, bigger, and more violent. It wasn't enough to get Hermione out, Andrew had to find a way to deal with the scorpion. Andrew really didn't want to, but Andrew was the only one who had the means to do it. There are too many potential dangers to throw it away, what if it keeps getting bigger? Andrew has to kill it before it gets out of hand.

The lights on the elevator operating panel continue to count down, from the fourth floor to the third floor to the second floor. At this time, the elevator shook for a moment, and then slowly stopped. The lights flickered and then went out.

"Oh, fuck. Andrew said. "Is it so accurate, is it so accurate? "The elevator really hates Andrew. Andrew jerked those buttons, and it didn't work. A moment later a black smoke came out, and the lights behind the button went out, leaving Andrew in the dark. The emergency light came on for a moment, but then the filament burst into sparks and eventually went out. Hermione and Andrew huddled on the dark elevator floor.

At this moment, above the head, the sound of metal striking came from the elevator passage. Andrew looked up at the pitch-black ceiling in the darkness. "Don't make a fuss. Andrew muttered to himself.

Then there was a loud bang, and something as heavy as a small gorilla fell outside the roof of the elevator. After about a second of silence, the thing began to tear at the ceiling deafeningly.

"Don't make a fuss!" shouted Andrew. But the scorpion wasn't making a fuss, it shook the ceiling of the elevator, pulling the bolts and supports desperately, and the whole elevator let out a mournful sound. Dust kept falling in the darkness, and unseen dust fell into Andrew's invisible eyes.

Trapped in a stalled elevator, Andrew is handcuffed to an unconscious, poisoned and dying friend, and a scorpion the size of a mini BMW is rushing towards Andrew, intending to tear him to pieces.

A long strip of metal was ripped open from the ceiling, and a faint light shone as Andrew looked up at the scorpion's abdomen, which it plunged into the crack in an attempt to make a bigger opening.

Andrew should have stomped it when it was still a bug. Andrew should have knocked him out with his shoe while he was still lying on Andrew's desk. When the thing turned sideways and tentatively shoved a giant claw about a third of the way into the elevator, it managed to dig the hole even bigger.

Andrew could have unleashed a firestorm on that thing, but the spell would have hit the metal ceiling where it was, and then bounce back to heat the elevator passage, killing the people inside.

But oh my God, Andrew didn't want to be tied up like that. If Andrew had grasped the timing skillfully, he might have been able to hit it the moment it jumped, minimizing the damage the spell inflicted on its surroundings. That's the disadvantage of not being very good at summoning. Enough speed, enough magic, but not enough precision. That's where wands and wands come in handy - they're meant to help Andrew imbue with magic and give him a pin-like precision. Without either of these devices, Andrew would have been like a suicide bomber with a grenade strapped to his waist, ready to pull out the latch in one fell swoop.

At this point, a thought came to mind, Andrew was simply thinking in the wrong direction.

Andrew looked away from the ceiling, stared at the floor of the elevator, and pressed his palms to the ground. Something kept falling on the top of Andrew's head and shoulder, and the scorpion's digging became louder. Andrew used all the remaining mana and focused on Andrew's palm. There's space underneath the elevator and inside the elevator passage, and that's what Andrew needs – wind, not fire.

It was a simple spell that Andrew had used hundreds of times. Andrew told himself. It's no different from summoning a wand into Andrew's hand, it's just ...... It's a little bigger.

"Wind Hunt!" Andrew shouted, pouring all of Andrew's anger into the spell with all his might.

Then, just below the elevator, the wind blew upwards with Andrew's summons, and a sturdy pillar of wind supported the bottom of the elevator like a giant spirit's palm, causing it to soar through the dark passage. The elevator's brakes hissed, sparked and shattered, falling through the hole carved out by the scorpion and landing at Andrew's feet. As the elevator accelerated up in the passage, the carriage let out a shrill whin.

Andrew didn't intend to summon so many winds, Andrew thought as he prayed that he wouldn't kill Hermione.