"Bastard!" Philip wailed loudly, struggling feebly between the demon's jaws, warm blood quickly running down his body and his arteries biting. Philip struggled as he kicked Andrew's hand closer to him, and the demon kept biting him, swinging on the edge of the building. He kicked Andrew once, and once again, Andrew was also about to lose his center of gravity, and his grip on the railing began to loosen. Andrew quickly looked down and saw that there was another scorpion that was about to pounce on Andrew, and this one was closer.

Hermione. Andrew thought to himself. Andrew should have listened to you. Even if Andrew is not killed by this scorpion, he will be killed by the demon, and even if the demon does not kill Andrew, the fire will consume Andrew. Andrew was dying.

Andrew's mind was calm when he thought about these things, because Andrew knew that this was almost over. Andrew was dying. It's that simple. Andrew fought as hard as he could, and he used all the moves he could think of, and it was going to be over. Andrew found himself thinking in vain before he died: Andrew wished he still had time to apologize to Hermione, wished he could make amends to Jenny for killing her father, and wished he had a way to apologize to Bella for being so slow that she died. Hermione's icy handcuffs gripped Andrew's wrists firmly, and monsters, demons, dark wizards, and smoke drowned Andrew. Andrew closed his eyes.

Hermione's handcuffs.

Andrew immediately opened his eyes.

Hermione's handcuffs.

Philip kicked Andrew in the left hand again. Andrew kicked his legs and lifted his shoulders hard, trying to find a way to give himself the strength to rise. Andrew grabbed Philip Sells' trouser leg with his left hand, and handcuffed the empty side of the handcuffs to one of the railings with his right handcuff. The metal iron was looped around and then fastened and locked.

Andrew then began to fall backwards, desperately pulling Philip's legs. He let out a terrible scream and fell down. Philip's struggle, combined with Andrew's pulling, caused Zac to lose his balance and fall out of the railing, into the smoke below, and fall to the floor with Philip.

Then there was a rush of footsteps and clicks, and the demon let out a piercing scream. Philip's screams grew more and more terrible, sounding like an animal, like a pig to be slaughtered, rather than a person.

Andrew was swinging outside the building, his feet several feet from the edge of the building, his hands dangling in the air from Hermione's handcuffs, a position that was painful for Andrew. One end of the handcuffs was fastened to one of Andrew's wrists, and the other end was fastened to the railing of the building-within-a-building. Andrew saw a brown sea and a shiny carapace before his vision blurred. Andrew saw the scorpion's thorns glisten, and saw the pair of lightning-like eyes on Sark's head, one of which was pierced by a scorpion's thorn, and the flash went out.

Andrew also saw Philip being stabbed continuously by a hammer-sized scorpion scorpion, and venom was constantly spraying from the wound. The demon ignored the scorpions' claws and spikes and began to tear Philip apart. His face was twisted with an expression of extreme pain, showing his last of anger and fear.

The strong survive, and the weak survive. Andrew thinks Philip has learned magic by mistake after all.

Andrew didn't want to look at what was going on down there. The flames that engulfed the ceiling looked so beautiful, the churning tongues of fire glowing red like cherries and orange sunsets. Andrew had collapsed to the point where he couldn't break free from the mess, and everything was no longer annoying and painful. Andrew just looked at the flames, waited, watched, and strangely enough, Andrew only felt hungry. It's no wonder that Andrew hasn't had a good meal since when...... Friday? It's Friday, yes. It has been said that when people are dying, they always think of strange things.

Then you'll be able to see something. For example, Andrew saw Morgan walking in through the glass door leading to the balcony outside, holding the silver sword that symbolized the judicial authority of the Ministry of Magic. The scorpions had grown to the size of a German Shepherd, and one of them spotted the stairs, swiped up the stairs, and pounced on Morgan. Andrew saw Morgan swing his silver sword violently, and with a snap, the scorpion turned into pieces curling on the ground.

Then Andrew saw Morgan with a grim face, his weight making the fire-engulfed floor tremble, he walked towards Andrew, squinted when he saw Andrew, raised his sword, and leaned against the railing of the building. When the blade slashed in the firelight, it shone with a blinding silver glow.

Sure enough. These were Andrew's last thoughts. Sure enough, Andrew escaped all the tricks of the bad guys, but was bitten back by the group of people that Andrew was loyal to.

Andrew woke up in a cool, dark place, and his whole body ached so much that he coughed up his lungs. The rain hit Andrew's face, and it was the best feeling Andrew had ever experienced. Morgan's face was on Andrew's mouth, and for a moment Andrew understood that he was doing mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration on Andrew. Evil......

Andrew coughed until saliva splattered, then sat up and gasped. Morgan looked at Andrew for a moment, stood up with a frown, and looked left and right.

Andrew managed to speak with the strength to speak, and Andrew said weakly: "You saved me." “

He put on a bitter gourd face. "Yes. “

"Why?"

He glanced at Andrew again, bent down to pick up his sword, and put it back in the scabbard at his side. "Because I saw what was happening. You risked your life to stop the Shadow Man, and you didn't break the commandments. You are not a murderer. “

Andrew coughed for a while and said, "That doesn't mean you have to save me. “

He turned around and looked at Andrew in surprise, as if he couldn't understand Andrew's words. "What do you mean?"

"You can let me die. “

His grim expression never changed, and he said, "You didn't break the law, you're part of the Ministry of Magic." When he said this, his mouth curled as if he had just eaten a raw lemon. "Technical issues. I have an obligation to protect you, it's my duty. “

"I'm not a murderer. Andrew said.

"It's not. “

"So to speak. Andrew gasped. "That means I'm right, and that means you--"

Morgan frowned, "That means I'll take the sword of Democles down when you cross that line, Andrew." To me, don't think you're going to get out of it all the way. “

"So, if I'm not mistaken, as an Overseer, it's your duty to report my righteous deeds to the Ministry of Magic, right?"

Morgan's brow furrowed even more.

"So you're going to have to tell them everything that happened on Monday, and tell them the truth, without deception?"

"Yes. He growled. "They might even take the Sword of Democles down. “

Andrew snickered.

"You haven't won yet, Andrew. There are still many in the Ministry of Magic who are fully aware of your work with the magic of darkness. We will not lighten our wariness of you in the slightest. We will watch you day and night, we will prove that you are a dangerous person, and we will stop you. “

Andrew continued to laugh, even to the sideways of his body, and was already dying.

Morgan's eyes widened and he looked directly at Andrew. "Are you alright?"

"Please give me a liter of mouthwash. Andrew coughed. "I'll be fine. “

Morgan just glared at Andrew, who laughed even louder. He rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth and said something like the police would soon be there and provide medical care, then he turned and walked angrily into the woods, breaking his thoughts as he went.

The police just had time to arrest the Betchetes who were trying to escape, and in addition to all the crimes they had committed, add a blatant nudity and a breach of decency. They were later prosecuted for their involvement with the Three-Eyed drug lord syndicate and for their involvement in drug trafficking. It's a good life for them to fall into the hands of the Easterley police, and if they were in London, they wouldn't want to get out of prison alive. After all, they don't have a good business with Bourne.

On the night of Andrew's visit to the Anglers' Club, a mysterious fire broke out there. Despite many strange rumors, it is said that Bourne was able to obtain all the insurance claims without much effort. Andrew is said to have killed the head of the Three Eyes Syndicate, and you won't be able to trace the truth of rumours like these. Andrew didn't want to deny it either. It's the most affordable way to insure that someone will drop a bomb in Andrew's car.

Andrew was so paralyzed that he could not attend the meetings of the Ministry of Magic, and as a result, they decided to remove the sword of Democles, citing "great bravery and devotion to duty". Andrew felt that Morgan would never forgive Andrew for being a good person. He had embarrassed himself in front of the whole council, and that was the end of his too much cunning and meanness of duty and honor. Andrew and he disliked each other, but the guy was an honest man, and he did a good job of that.

Besides,, at least Andrew doesn't have to worry about him popping out of the blue every time he casts a spell. I hope so.

Hermione was in a critical state for almost seventy-two hours, but she survived, in fact, the hospital kept her living next door to Andrew. Andrew sent a bouquet of flowers to her room, along with her remaining handcuffs. Andrew told her on a note that she should not ask why the chain between the two rings had been broken into such virtue. Andrew didn't think she would believe that someone had cut the chains with a magic sword. The bouquet of flowers worked. Because the first time she could get out of bed, she staggered to Andrew's room, threw flowers in Andrew's face, and left without saying a word.

She said she didn't remember anything that happened in Andrew's office, and maybe she really didn't. Regardless, she rescinded Andrew's warrant, and a few weeks after she went to work, she called Andrew to come over the next day, and then gave Andrew a large check to cover Andrew's expenses while investigating the murder. Andrew thought it meant that we were friends again in business, but we didn't lose each other anymore. Some wounds take time to heal.

The police found a large inventory of three-eye pills in the rubble of the seaside mansion, and finally proved that Philip was the bad guy. Monica and her children live in seclusion under witness protection, and Andrew hopes that their lives will be better for the rest of the day. Andrew thinks it should be no worse.

The Dementor Order was finally home again, and Andrew thought it should be within the twenty-four hour limit. Andrew pretended not to have heard of a rumor of a crazy party at Cambridge that ran from Saturday night to Sunday night, and the Dementor Spirit wisely kept it alone.

"Date with the Devil" was the headline of the following Monday's issue of The Fantasy Newspaper, and Tale brought a copy of the newspaper to the hospital to Andrew, with whom he talked. Tale was particularly interested in the plaster cast that immobilized Andrew's buttocks, which was not removed until the doctor was sure that Andrew had no internal injuries, and she sympathized with Andrew's poor behavior. Andrew uses the woman's sympathy to pester her for another date, and she readily agrees.

That time, we weren't bothered by the demons, and Andrew didn't need love potions or advice anymore, which was a big thank you.

Mike got his Ringme back, and Andrew got his blue car back. The two cars look very different, but the magic car still works. Most of the time.

Andrew made sure that Doodoo and his buddies received pizza every night, first for a week and then once a week. The guy who delivered the pizza would have thought Andrew was a weirdo and told him to leave the pizza on the side of the road. Leave him to death, Andrew has always been a man of his word.

As for Andrew, what did Andrew get? Andrew wasn't quite sure. Andrew shook off something that had been haunting him for a long time, but Andrew wasn't sure what it was. Andrew wasn't sure who was more likely to be convinced that Andrew was the Antichrist who had come to earth and awaited the end of the world - it could be a conservative in the Ministry of Magic, it could be Morgan, it could be Andrew himself. For them, the problem is at least partially solved. But for Andrew, Andrew wasn't sure. The magic is still there, the temptation is still there, and that's just the way it is.

Andrew will adapt.

The world is getting stranger and darker. Everything is turning faster and faster, and it is alienated from the right path. The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. The middle way is hard to keep.

However, in Andrew's small country, Andrew will still try to calm all strife. Andrew doesn't want to live in Philip's jungle, and Andrew doesn't want to live in a world where the strong survive and the weak die for themselves. Andrew prefers to stay in a more peaceful place, where the cannibal trolls obediently stay under the bridge, the elves do not rush down and take the baby from the swaddling baby, the vampires strictly follow the rules of the game, and the goblins are cautious in their words and actions.