Above a tall building just a few feet away from the gray sky. Blood-red robes fluttered with the wind coming from nowhere.

Ranko sits on the edge of a hundred-foot-tall building, overlooking the city. He held a book in his hand, and with each turn of the page, a page inside would break away from the book and drift away into the city.

"Monsters, don't you want to be free?" Ranko shook his feet leisurely and said lightly, "As long as you can kill those people, I'll give you freedom, how about it?" ”

"Or to compare it to another, which one do you prefer to deal with, my magic, or the magic of those saints?" By the end of the flip, there weren't many pages left in the whole book.

The rest have either lost their attitude of resistance, or they have truly regarded him as the master. Naturally, he doesn't need to let this kind of monster out and ravage other people.

Professor Malfoy closed the book and saw the inverted pentagram and the inverted cross on the cover glowing black and red, and his palm brushed over its surface, obscuring the two figures on the cover.

"It's not time yet." The distorted air around him suddenly subsided, and the huge figure with two horns of the first child and the figure of a blood-red coffin suddenly disappeared.

Professor Malfoy looked sideways at another tall building not far away, and he could clearly see that someone was walking towards the top.

"It doesn't look like the saints are all wrecked." Professor Malfoy snorted. But leave these guys to his dear students, and he won't be involved.

The sky, which seems to be touched, is actually a territory that can never be touched. The whole city is not a reality, it is a place between reality and nothingness that he has created using magic.

Naturally, it is impossible to leave. A roster floated out in front of Ranko, and the roster recorded one name after another.

"There are one hundred and thirty-seven saints who have been brought in, well, let me see, twelve have died now, but it doesn't matter, this number is still increasing, and I believe it will soon be more than twice as many as it is now." Those who died were either killed and tried to leave, falling into the outside of nothingness and being completely lost, or were killed by the judges of the International Wizengamot, the wizards of the International Police Department and the Special Operations Department of the International Wizarding Federation.

Except for the judge, who can't carry his shoulders and can't carry them, the other three are not at all like those cute students at the school, who will show mercy to the dark wizard's men.

And if you die here, you will also usher in real death.

"Werewolves can't leave until they kill all civilians and clergy." Ranko pulled out two delicate cards from his pocket.

"Fool." This class does not have any additional magic abilities, but will ignore the poison of the Voted Out with the Witch.

Werewolves can't see it as a target. The other card is:

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

Two cards that give Ranko the right to choose freely.

"Then, when playing this game, the most important thing to pay attention to is the balance between werewolves and clergy." Ranko flipped his palm and reversed the two cards.

When he turns it over again, the two cards become

"Civilians" and

"Hunter". And then there were

"Witches" and

"Fortune teller".

"Random transformation of identity, is this considered cheating?,Well,It shouldn't count." Ranko saw that someone had climbed to the top of another building, and was shouting a spell at him.

Ranko disappeared in place, and reappeared, already at the side of the saint.

"How did you find me?" The wand in the saint's hand turned, and a black spell mixed with an ominous aura came towards Professor Malfoy's face.

"Of course, whatever the reason, as the first werewolf to find me, I should have provided some information." The spell stopped in front of Professor Malfoy, then dissipated.

The man kept using his wand, but every spell disappeared as he approached Ranko.

Spells of all colors radiate a brilliant light, but in the city, these brilliant spells can only be used as fireworks for people to admire.

When the saint stopped the meaningless spell, Ranko said, "Isn't it strange, ah, I've seen a lot of very interesting magic, and your magic level is very good, very good." ”

"What do you want to do?" The man asked in a low voice,

"Bring us in, what do you want to do?!" Ranko clapped his hands,

"Don't worry, what do I want to do, it's not obvious? I'm just going to give a brief account of the world to the first person who found me. ”

"After all, this is my brilliant masterpiece, and it would be a pity if it has not been known." The saint clenched the wand in his hand, but suddenly noticed that the wand in his hand had changed very slightly.

The man's expression changed.

"Of course." Professor Malfoy held out his pale fingers and slowly gestured to one.

"It's up to you to find out for yourself, and it's too boring to tell you directly." The saint's wand completely changed into another wand as he spoke.

"That's the first one." Ranko raised his wand, which glowed green. With the flick of the wand, the green light flew like a comet to the saint's chest, knocking him straight down.

[In other words, the best app for reading aloud and listening to books, change the source app, .huanyuanapp to install the latest version.

】

"Ah, this should belong to the same article." Death did not come with the Curse, and the saint clung to the edge of the rooftop, gritting his teeth to come up.

"Well, then this one, understand this, and you should be able to understand it...... "Wanting to get out of here is not much different from dreaming."

He brought them all in with the intention of settling all the saints. Of course, the rules of the game still have to be followed, and as long as all the civilians and clergy are dead, then the game will naturally end.

Before the saint could climb up, Ranko had disappeared above the rooftop. No matter how much the man looked, he couldn't find the blood-red figure again.

"It seems that a few wizards from outside are working very hard." Walking through the crowd, Ranko saw that some monsters from strange books had taken possession of the bodies of these remnants, and were recklessly chasing down the weaker saints.

Ranko let go of the roster in his hand and let it disappear.

"Being a product of the subject matter makes things more interesting." Ranko used to do it for himself

"Dreams", well, what can be called dreams, have done a lot of experiments. Black magic healing, the study of dragons, these are all part of his subject.

And this city is also one of his past projects.

"How can we give the spirit and soul the ability to continue without the body?" This is a very boring and complex subject, with a certain danger and not accepted by the world.

And the time he activated the project was at Hogwarts, when he gave Tom Riddle how the Horcruxes were made.

"Ah, of course, judging by the results, this project was very successful, well, very unsuccessful." He succeeded in crafting the city, using a meditation basin as a bearer, and he consciously threw the soul that had lost its body into the city.

He left behind the souls of these dead. He also succeeded in using the cute Tom as a sample to decipher the basic logic of the Horcrux spell.

Sadly, these people seemed normal at first, but over time, Professor Malfoy discovered that they were normal

"People" are losing their emotions little by little. Including likes and dislikes, good and evil, judgment of things, pursuits, jealousy, positive and negative emotions, all disappear little by little.

And then there were these things that could only be called remnants. It's similar to a Horcrux that splits its soul and is no longer whole.

They are the souls of the walking dead. The saint behind Ranko pulled out his wand, and before he could pronounce the spell, a ray of light flooded his chest, and the man fell to the ground in shock.

Behind him, President Nia, with her double ponytails, nodded at Professor Malfoy.

"Guards." It is possible to designate a wizard to be non-lethal three times, but of course, if it is non-lethal, it will still remain on the body.

President Nia dealt with the saint cleanly, and then reintegrated into the crowd and hid again.

"I only put four cleric cards, the rest are civilians." A soothsayer who examines the cards, a witch with poison and an antidote, and a hunter who can kill all known werewolves before dying.

Ranko saw the saint who fell to the ground slowly stood up, his eyes were still in disbelief about death, but the emotions in his eyes were passing quickly, and after a while, they became different from the surroundings

The "crowd" is exactly the same. Rankoti legs out of here. He's dead

"He" is not dead. The soul that should have been in the real world remained in this illusory city forever, never to leave.

And reality. Ranko pulls out the roster and sees another name marked in blood-red. He smiled with satisfaction and closed the roster slowly.

"Curse to death." Reality, the city of Langyiner. The man who was exactly the same as the man just now stood up from his seat with a sluggish face, and there were many people sitting in the airtight house.

But without exception, their faces were a little dull, as if they had lost their souls.

The man who stood up looked out of place with his surroundings, but no one stopped him, and no one could stop him.

He took out the wand he had hidden in his pocket, pointed the tip of the wand at himself, and whispered a incantation. The same spell used by the student council president of Durmstran.

But before that, he had never known the spell. The light flashed, and the man spat blood from his mouth and fell to the ground.

The meridians of his whole body were severed, and blood flowed from his facial features, but he was smiling. It's like, ah, finally free.

The other saints attracted by the sound of falling to the ground, when they found out the tragic situation of the fallen saints, not only did they not help, but instead took out their wands, and their eyes began to become hollow.

Their souls, memories, and, most importantly, their names appear in an ethereal roster.

The number of werewolves is increasing. Many of the Saints who were not submitted to the International Wizengamot for review were also quickly thrown into the arms of the Dark Arts Professors and came to this gray and white city.

And more, as werewolves die one by one, their memories form the cornerstone of the city, and more saints are pulled into it by invisible connections.

One to ten, ten to hundred. There are more and more werewolves in the city. The wizards of the International Wizengamot, the International Confederation of Wizards, found out, but they didn't even know where Malfoy was.

The judge's face contorted, and he remembered why His Excellency the Lord Chancellor had said such a thing to him.

Professor Malfoy ...... "It's not a fuel-efficient lamp!" tui！ Professor Malfoy sat in a café and suddenly sneezed.

"Got a cold?" Ranko muttered, thinking about it, how could he, as a spirit body, that is, a soul state, catch a cold?

Then someone must miss him. It dawned on Ranko and quickened the speed at which the Saints joined the game.

"Surely the game isn't exciting enough, and the number of werewolves can at least double, right?" Professor Malfoy smiled and learned the names and appearances of the saints through various connections, and then forcibly pulled them in through name magic and Durmstrang's school will.

It's fast, and it's not too much to miss. Even the most deeply hidden saints will be dug out of the memories of those dead saints by Professor Malfoy without hesitation, and then pulled into here.

How big is Norway? How many saints are there? Of course, there are also some Death Eaters who want the life of Headmaster Karkaroff, but they are not big heads, and they are also considered wizards from the werewolf camp who were pulled in by him.

It's better to be alone than to be happy, and Professor Malfoy knows that. And with the whole city of living people ...... There are more and more living souls, and the rest of the city is becoming more and more alive.

If it used to be just wind-up dolls, now it seems that the remnants of the dolls, which were originally just dolls and only operated according to a pre-set program, are gradually becoming human.

They cry, they laugh, they fight, they talk like living people. Werewolves and Durmstrang students, like each other, discovered the anomaly and found that their chances of each spotting each other were rapidly decreasing.

There is no comparison between finding the wolf in the flock and finding the sheep in the flock. As a result, it became increasingly difficult for werewolves to find out about the so-called commoners and clergy.

And civilians and clergy want to deal with the large number of werewolves, and there is no way to do it. Each of them relied on the one that was gradually coming alive

The "crowd" hides itself. This is destined to be a protracted battle. And the winner, there will only be one side.

Professor Malfoy saw Caloline and Livia, and Miss Stricker used her clerical abilities to poison many werewolves.

Because of this, as a first-year, she and Carolin, who is also a first-year, were surrounded by werewolves and forced into a building and blocked inside.

Werewolves have died quite a bit, and the saints and Death Eaters, who think they have been tricked and brought to this strange place, are desperate to get out of here.