"Hey, I said...... Shall we help Sirius and their expulsion of the Dark Wizard starting tomorrow? ”

In the ward, it was dark, only the window where the curtain was still slit, and the starlight flickered silently as if it were about to fall in.

Even though it was just a fake star, everyone was staring at it with their heads sideways, trying not to imagine the gray mist outside.

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

"Maybe." Hermione replied dryly.

But to be honest, even if Ron doesn't talk often, everyone can't sleep, so I really can't blame him.

Hermione was thinking about it when she suddenly heard Ron whisper again:

"That'...... How many do you think we can deal with? ”

"Deal with as many as you can," Hermione replied again, then said helplessly, "Can you keep your mouth shut?" If you're really not sure, count the stars at the window! Don't disturb us sleeping......"

"Uh, I'm sorry."

Ron's embarrassed voice echoed in the hospital room, and before he stopped, he couldn't help but add:

"But, that ...... I've counted all the stars I can see, one hundred and thirty-eight. ”

"Poof!"

I don't know if it was Fred or George who didn't hold back, and suddenly laughed. But Hermione shook her head, turned over and said angrily:

"Who's going to pull the curtains all the way back? Let him count them tonight! ”

"Hahahaha-"

This time there was no need to wonder if it was Fred or George who was laughing, because they both slapped the mattress hard when they heard Hermione's words.

In the dark, Hermione thought about it, and she couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth a little funny, but in the end she said with a straight face:

"Sleep!"

Of course, in such a dimly lit room, no one could see the change in her expression.

And at this moment, right next to Ron, Harry also had a slight smile on his face.

However, the silver glow of the Gryffindor sword, wrapped in silk cloth and revealing only a hilt, on the side of his pillow made his expression more solemn.

Today, after following Maca to London, he suddenly saw and heard many things, some of which he had not yet digested.

I don't know why, but he seems to have been able to pick up the Gryffindor sword and fight. When he put the shiny and slightly cool hilt in his hand, he felt not strength and handsomeness, but an inexplicable pressure.

Thinking back to the past, Harry had been looking forward to the day when he would be standing side by side with Maca.

And now, it seems, he has finally taken a big step closer to his wishes. But at the same time, he also experienced for the first time how heavy the responsibility of Maca was......

On the other hand, Pansy obviously couldn't sleep at this moment. Because, what happened to her friend Ilully, she still has no way of knowing.

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

As someone who has experienced that power herself, even for a short moment, she can clearly feel the horror of her own will gradually being encroached upon and stripped away.

And with no one to help, it is too unlikely that you will not be affected by the hidden dangers of magic rituals like those crazy people outside.

Pansy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then subconsciously turned her head to look at the trench-clad wizard who was lying not far from her.

Even when he was lying down to sleep, the other party did not take off his hood. So even though a little starlight fell between the gaps in the curtains above, she still couldn't see what kind of expression was on the face hidden in the shadows.

Are you worried about the complicated situation outside? Or is it the same as yourself, thinking about someone's safety? Pansy doesn't know the answers to these questions.

The only thing she knew was that the other party must still be awake and had a lot of thoughts in this quiet room.

It must be said that Pansy was grateful for this powerful witch whose name she did not know and who she had never seen, and if she hadn't been by her side at the time, she would have been one of the mad wizards out there.

And as Pansy had guessed, the trench-clad wizard hadn't slept yet.

In fact, it can even be said that as she spends more and more time in Maca, in the company of these friendly people, she can sleep less and less every night. Sometimes, even when she is asleep, nightmares that frighten, exhaust, and grieve will quickly wake her up.

She knew that those dreams were a constant reminder to herself that she should not indulge in this time that did not belong to her.

She also knows that the easier she is during this time, the more painful it will become in the near future.

Seriously, compared to everything she remembers, life during this period was too good. So good that she almost didn't want to fall asleep easily at night, just to give herself a few more days of carefree time.

However, as the time approached, she knew that it was time to come.

"How long has it been...... Haven't seen him in a dream again? ”

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

"That's right, I'm here, and I don't have to look for you in my dreams...... I promise, I'll save you. No matter what means I use, no matter what happens to me, no matter how the world becomes......"

"I will!"

……

Perhaps, no matter how many people tossed and turned tonight and couldn't sleep, their reasons were far less than good for one person. And that person is undoubtedly Helbo.

He'd slept so long that he felt a little sick even when he yawned.

Of course, he actually preferred the other one to the reason for insomnia - he was so excited!

The thought that this demonic summoning ritual would be the second step of the ritual was like seeing him touch the truth of his soul.

And after that, what awaited him was the realization of death.

Since ancient times, how many people have been able to safely touch the rules of death? Even if one or two wizards seized the opportunity through some shortcuts and were in the limelight for a while, they all tasted death in the end.

Now it seems that only a wizard as cautious as him, but daring to conceive, can figure out such a seemingly bold but actually safe method.

"Let's get started! Let's get started......" Helbo, who was feeling the magic of the city, suddenly shouted with joy, "Sacrifice your souls and let evil begin!" It will give us the sweetest response somewhere, far away! ”

Suddenly, among the apprentices standing in front of Helbo, one of them seemed to hear something echoing in his ears. The voice was inexplicably real, pure, and delicate, full of wonderful persuasiveness, and even calmed the mind that had already fallen into madness and confusion in an instant.

Immediately, he involuntarily knelt down, hoping that he would listen more reverently.

But at the moment when he was completely immersed in this voice, a majestic and powerful force suddenly burst out from his soul, and in just an instant, it completely swallowed his soul, including consciousness.

In the next second, his eyes opened again, and the chaotic black that had just faded in his eyes had completely turned into an extremely condensed pitch black, almost like two incomparably deep black gems inlaid in his eye sockets.

Suddenly, I saw him propping up the ground with one hand and slowly standing up.

"The first one!"

Helbo looked at the other party's pure black eyes and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. However, the other party didn't look at him at all, but first turned his head a little jerkily and glanced around.

"Sin...... Inadequate...... It's not enough. ”

Then he lowered his head slightly, looked at his hands, and then clenched his fists again. It looks like you're feeling your own power.

It wasn't until the end that he raised his eyes slightly, and his frosty gaze fell lightly on Helbo's body.

“…… It's not enough. ”

Ignoring Helbo, who was staring at him, he turned around and walked towards the periphery of the clearing, until he disappeared around the corner of a building at the intersection.

Helbo watched wordlessly as the other man left on his own, and after a moment, he withdrew his gaze with a slight frown.

"Sure enough, as it was said in "Abatheel", these guys don't pay attention to the summoner at all...... Because the meaning that is born in the process of the ritual is to collect the sins 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, and the happiness on his face resurfaced again.

It doesn't matter, even if those guys don't obey their orders now, as long as this ritual is successfully completed, they will all become their most loyal and powerful men.

What's more, isn't what they want to do now exactly what they want?

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

There is no doubt that the more soul gatherers can be born in the ritual, the faster the ritual will be completed. Thinking of this, he felt a little impatient.

"Go ahead! Hurry up...... Faster! ”

Needless to say, with such exciting changes happening, how could Helmo still be able to sleep? He would never have been able to sleep that night, even though he didn't really need to do anything now.

"Go ahead! Let this city be the last step for me to touch the rules of Level 3! ”

.。 Vertex m.