The magic symbols were connected on the ground, stretching outward, circle after circle, and spread rapidly in the dark magic classroom centered on the bloody cloth.

The green flames danced, and the words seemed to be infused with powerful life, raising powerful and strange waves of fire along with Professor Malfoy's blood-colored robes.

Caloline subconsciously closed her eyes.

The flames weren't dazzling, but they instinctively gave her a very uneasy feeling.

Just like those strange words, with each beating of the flames, those words will become more and more condensed, and the powerful power contained in them makes every wizard present moved.

"It's ......"

The judge of the International Wizengamot couldn't help but take a step back, subconsciously wanting to draw his wand.

With each breath of Professor Malfoy, the flames beneath his feet rose to the top of his feet, threatening to consume him.

Ranco ignored the flames and took two things out of his pocket.

It's an unknown liquid that has been stirred up, in a glass bottle, and it smells bad.

The other is a roster with an ancient texture, but it is not the one that records the school's students, staff, and staff.

"All magic must have a medium."

Ranko first poured the unknown liquid upside down, and the liquid inside poured down, and the green flame seemed to add a pill when it came into contact with the liquid, and the flame instantly turned into a vortex, swallowing Professor Malfoy whole.

But instead of rising, the temperature in the classroom is getting colder.

Caluline Harbour heard what sounded like a soul crying, and she dragged Livia back with a blank face.

Kuman Tong in the arms of the black-clothed Azan looked curiously at the swirling flame vortex, but in the next second, he burst into tears, but the voice of the wow-wow-wow, did not attract the attention of the black-clothed Azan .

All his energy was on the flame.

The student council president looked sideways slightly, Diongo's face was expressionless, and his left eye showed a calm emotion.

Cotton and Insson's faces glowed with an eerie green glow, and Victor tugged at his collar, his face darkened, as if he had discovered something terrible.

Ancient magic is a type of magic that can be used as long as it is written and arranged correctly.

Professor Malfoy completes the process of "sacrifice" by giving the soul of the werewolf he killed with Avada to the magically generated flame at the Norwegian Ministry of Magic.

The more powerful the magic, the greater the cost of its needs.

Sometimes the dark arts ask for more than the emotions of a wizard.

Life, Body, Soul......

He wielded his wand and manipulated the green flames around him at will, allowing him to follow his opinions.

Balancing this, whether it's a dark wizard or a white wizard, is something that needs to be achieved as much as possible.

When the flames settled down again, Professor Malfoe smiled when he saw the students and the wizards from outside staring at them without blinking, and then took out the roster.

"Please be prepared."

Get ready? What preparation?

A not-so-rosy premonition flashed through Your Excellency Judge's mind.

And this not-so-rosy premonition landed on the roster in Professor Malfoy's hand, and when it was briefly opened, it revealed the dense names of people inside.

And the moment it was engulfed by the flames, the flames instantly reached the top layer.

Flames splashed, and leaping tongues of fire spread wildly throughout the dark arts classroom.

In the next moment, everyone's eyes were full of flowers, and they fell into darkness.

"Nature is part of the training."

Please, it would take him a lot of time to curse and kill such a large number of saints in Norway.

And cleaning it up all at once requires extremely powerful magic, and this magic requires a sky-high price.

No matter how you think about it, it's easy to "do it yourself, enrich your clothes", and eat well.

Ranko took the meditation basin out of his pocket and tapped it with his wand, revealing the shadow of a city on the surface of the steamy meditation basin.

It was a long-abandoned Muggle city, steel-clad and a sense of decay and decay.

"Such a good material, if you don't use it, it's just a tyrannical thing."

Seeing that the judges of the International Wizengamot were all asleep, and the body in the dark magic classroom was under the protection of the ancient magic script, Ranko nodded with satisfaction.

"Gather all the known saints and Death Eaters in Norway in one place, and then let it develop."

Isn't it too boring to train in spells if you don't have some practical practice?

Professor Malfoy closed his eyes, and the flames turned into a rocking chair to catch his body, not burning a single part of his body.

Draw the souls of all people closer to a world that is infinitely close to reality, and where death is real death.

Consciousness sank into darkness, and with each breath, the corners of Professor Malfoy's mouth lifted into a smile, like a sleeping beauty sleeping quietly, revealing the fangs of a vampire at some point.

It's weird.

"Hopefully it won't disappoint me too much this time."

—-

The gloomy sky was obviously devoid of the sun, but the light from nowhere did not make the city completely dark.

Caloline and Livia landed in an alley between two tall buildings, and after realizing where they appeared, they quickly found cover and pulled Livia to their side.

"Do you remember what the professor taught?"

Calulin asked in a low voice.

Livia nodded, subconsciously took out her wand, and with a snort, the figures of the two slowly disappeared under the sound not much louder than a rabbit.

Seeing this, Caroline took a deep breath, and for a moment she didn't know what to say about this little girl's talent.

She pinched the girl's cheek, and when she saw Miss Livia looking at her innocently, she couldn't help but say:

"There is a big gap between us and those dark wizards, and we will only suffer in a head-to-head battle."

Professor Malfoy had already been informed of today's arrangements, and except for the wizards of the International Wizengamot and the International Federation of Wizards, the rest of them were ready to be pulled in by Professor Malfoy to practice.

After all, practice makes the truth :)

It's just that Calulin didn't expect it to be such a real place.

Caloline touched the wall she was leaning on, suspecting that they had not entered with consciousness, but had been taken to a real place by her titular teacher using a portkey.

It's too real.

The real one is a little weird.

Taking a deep breath, Caloline pulled out a delicate card from the pocket she had somehow changed into a Muggle suit.

On the front of the card is a kind old man with a white beard holding a crystal ball.

The back of the card reads: "Fortune Teller: You can check the identity tag of the person you want to check once an hour, and if the ID card is a werewolf, the werewolf will find your traces." ”

"Fortune teller?" Caroline tucked the card back into her pocket with a strange expression.

Despite hearing the rules, Calulin still didn't know what they needed to do.

Find out who the saints are and kill them one by one?

Caloline pinched the wand she had hidden in her sleeve, and the texture of the wand told her that the world was so real.

"What's your badge?"

She looked at Livia, who pulled out the card, a girl wearing a hood, holding a greenish poison in her left hand and a peach-colored antidote in her right hand.

"Witch."

Witches: You can get a poison and an antidote every hour, the poison kills the character you choose, and the antidote saves the character you choose to die for less than an hour.

Note that poison poisons non-werewolf cards, and the witch's ability will be invalidated when the antidote saves the werewolf card.

Poison and antidote can only exist in three each.

Livia was holding a green, peach-colored capsule in her hand.

Caroline looked and motioned for Caroline to put her things away, then she looked out into the alley.

Judging by the information she has been exposed to so far.

Carurine dragged the little girl to the mouth of the alley and saw the street full of people outside.

The sound of low-honking cars, the sound of people walking, jewelry stores and restaurants on both sides of the street began to gradually come alive with the addition of the two.

Each "person" seemed to be wound up, and gradually became like a living person, and Calulin got goosebumps when she saw it.

These are not living people, at best they are just remnants of thoughts and feelings without thoughts and feelings, not even souls.

She didn't know where Professor Malfoy had gotten so much of his attention, but seeing the same weird smiles on the faces of those "people" made her feel creepy.

Both Android and Apple are available. 】

"The werewolf that the professor said is mixed in the crowd, is the so-called crowd this kind of thing?"

The exact same smile, the exact same leg lift, looks like a machine and not a person.

It is probably not difficult to find those saints among them.

Caloline instinctively felt that things weren't that simple.

……

The place where the black-clothed Azan and Zhang He appeared was in a café.

When the pale hand of the black-clothed Azan touched the body of the Gu Man Tong he raised, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Kuman Tong in his arms opened his innocent eyes, looking at the black-clothed Azan, his eyes were full of admiration.

It's not at all like a ghost made by being soaked in black magic.

"Hilal." Zhang He poked his head over curiously, stared at Gu Man Tong, and almost didn't drill into the arms of the black-clothed Azan with curiosity.

was pushed back by the black-clothed Azan.

"This kid ......" Zhang He didn't mind, and when she saw Gu Man Tong smiling at her, she couldn't help but smile on her face.

"It's cute, not at all like what you raised before."

Under the gaze of the black-clothed Azan, the Chinese girl scratched her head, "I don't know how Professor Malfoy did it, haha, I can smell the aroma of coffee." ”

At the mention of Professor Malfoy, Azan in black pursed his lips and pulled out a delicate card from the pocket of his changed Muggle clothes.

Civilian.

The somewhat mournful civilian card stared at the wizard in front of him, and his gloomy appearance looked very much like him.

"There are no additional magic abilities, the only thing that works is to be able to vote once a day for what you think is a "werewolf" hidden in the "crowd", and the one with the most votes will be out. ”

Zhang He is also a civilian card, she has never played this game, and she also knows a little about the rules of the game that Professor Malfoy said.

"So let's go to the "werewolves"? ”

She asked.

The black-clothed Azan didn't answer, and a pungent smell came out of Kuman Tong in his arms.

"It's not that we're going to find the werewolves." Azan in black looked at the two wizards who took out their wands and looked at them with hideous faces, and said, "It's the werewolves who came to us." ”

……

Everyone in the "crowd" had the same smile, and the student council president was also hidden in it, mimicking the movements of the people around him, hiding himself and carefully observing the situation around him.

President Nia waited quietly for her time, her wizarding robes had long since been replaced by Muggle clothes, which unexpectedly fitted.

After wandering through the bustling crowd of people on the street for a while, and finding a few people who were out of place, she did not startle them, but approached them without a trace, and then heard what they were discussing.

"Damn it, who knows what's going on?"

The wizards, also dressed in Muggle clothes and with a gloomy face, stared maliciously at every "person" who passed in front of them.

They suddenly appeared here from their respective habitats without warning, for no reason, and for no reason.

When it came to finding his companion in a specific way, the wizard tried to break out of the city, but when the apparition moved to the edge of the city, it would involuntarily spin around, and he could see the scene in the distance, but each time he shifted, it had no real effect other than getting closer to the border.

They can't get out.

This realization culminated in the discovery of a beautiful card in the Muggle clothes that had suddenly been changed.

"Werewolf."

When the werewolf faction kills all civilians and clerics, the game automatically ends, leaving the remaining werewolves alive.

It's a simple sentence, but when combined with the word "game", it makes him feel extremely unpleasant.

"Games?" He stared at the card, trying to tear it up, but found that no amount of force could tear it up.

Even if you throw it away, it will automatically appear in your pocket after a few seconds, and you can't shake it off, you can't tear it off, you can only let it be on your body irritably.

"So, you're also so-called werewolves?"

The other two saints looked at each other, took the werewolf card from their pockets, and nodded.

"Until now, no other traces of living people have been found other than us." The blind saint stared at the things that came and went, not exactly what could not be called "people," and said.

"I've tried, and I can't get out by any means, I'm afraid we'll have to follow the rules of this game before we can leave."

A woman with a hot body said.

Several of them were old acquaintances, and after determining their respective identities, they quickly discussed what happened to them and tried to find common ground.

Sadly, apart from the fact that they are all saints, nothing of the same note has appeared in the past.

President Nia skipped them without attracting anyone's attention, and even when the blind man looked at her suspiciously, she pretended to be a marionette without changing her face, and walked away in a daze.

The blind man retracted his gaze and revisited the mastermind behind the game.