In the gray-white city, people who used to be puppets are gradually becoming vivid.

The souls of the "werewolves" are like sacrifices, injecting fresh energy into this city that has not been popular for a long time.

But not enough, far from enough.

Hidden in the "crowd", President Nia lowered her head, and she saw a small tuft of weeds growing on the ground that was originally paved with reinforced concrete.

The thriving grass was so out of place that it couldn't help but frown, and then looked around.

The surrounding "crowd" is becoming more and more vivid, and their clothes are becoming more and more colorful, but this change is so small that it is impossible to draw a corresponding conclusion without careful observation.

The city "lived".

Miss Clendel pursed her lips and said nothing, turning and slowly approaching a saint who had revealed that she was not "human".

The wand flickered, and the man didn't have time to react, and the spell easily took his life.

It's not just black magic that can kill people, magic is a miracle beyond nature, and once you master how to use it, even the simplest moving spell can kill people silently.

The man fell, but Nia didn't leave as before, she stood still, waited for a while, and found that the "werewolf" who should have died was slowly getting up.

The expression on his face was swept away, like a puppet who had just joined the puppet show and had not yet had time to adapt to the stage play.

He waited for a few seconds, and then an exaggerated smile appeared on his face, which looked a little funny.

President Nia watched the scene in silence, and then left the place without looking back.

It's not normal here.

It's very abnormal here.

Not only the student council president found out, but also Azan in black, Cotton, Caroline and others found out.

The city is gradually "coming alive".

The people inside are getting more and more alive, and there are a lot of changes from the people who just followed the procedure at the beginning, and from the outside, these people can shout, quarrel, buy things, eat food, steal, rob, and do all this not like a virtual character at all.

"They are alive."

Ranko sat in the café, spreading the quirky books on the table.

"Of course, they are alive in this city."

The influence exerted by the collective will is capable of creating magical life.

But time, and the accumulation of magical life is unimaginable, and Ranko doesn't know what can give birth to new magical life here, but at that time, Ranko was indeed an element integrated with the birth of magical life.

Magical life takes time to build, and he can't help that.

But cognition, geography, knowledge, he was prepared.

When countless thoughts and memories come together, magical beings are born in the city that are controlled by their masters.

Unfortunately, there wasn't that time.

Fresh life will still be unable to resist the erosion of time, they should have lost their body, spirit and soul to be immortalized, they will always lose their memories and emotions, only when the new person enters here, dies here, will they briefly feel what they have lost.

Ranko picked up the coffee at hand.

"Of course, these things can't inflict lethal damage on wizards who have been endowed with wands and magic, they can only be considered obstacles."

Breathe life into the city, and the city will come alive.

It's like this cup of coffee.

Ranco looked at the coffee, and the mellow aroma of the coffee made his eyes squint slightly.

Unfortunately, this is only a spiritual experience, and it cannot really give people peace and efficiency.

It's all fake, after all.

Ranko looked out the window, the city was constantly dying "werewolves", and the students and four other adult wizards were working hard to clean up the "outsiders".

But it's still a bit slow after all.

Ranko tapped on the table, and the strange book on the table suddenly vibrate.

"It's your turn, how long are you going to hide here?"

Naturally, the monsters in the weird books that were brought in could not be entities.

As magical creatures that can preserve themselves, they do not receive the "right of pardon", and if they die here, their bodies will also turn into corpses and be recycled by him.

But what can it be? If you want to be free, you have to pay something to balance.

The strange book trembled for a moment before regaining its peace, the bronze bone Arowana is a magical animal with a low IQ and extremely lethal in the hands of Professor Malfoy.

Ranko asked him to replace the people in the city and help him.

The results are naturally gratifying, but the efficiency is still too low.

"Since it is a werewolf killing, then there will naturally be a difference between day and night."

Ranko stretched out his hand, and a moon suddenly rose in his hand.

The underlying logic of a city that does not belong to reality will be handled by him.

"Then, please close your eyes when it gets dark, and werewolves, please open your eyes."

The moon flew into the sky, and the surrounding light dimmed, leaving only the dim glow of the windows of every building and room in the city.

"Werewolves, please kill."

"Or be killed."

On the streets of the city, all the lights went out.

Cotton hid in a restaurant with Innson and Wickdore, hiding themselves with a disillusionment charm, calmly watching as the light grew dimer and no longer visible.

"What should I do?"

Cotton asked quietly.

Yin Sen looked outside and shook his head, "It's not normal darkness, it's the effect of some kind of magic. ”

"Magic?" Cotton wondered, "What magic can make an entire city dark?" ”

Yin Sen said, "This is for the professor of black magic." ”

He turned to look at Wickdor and asked politely, "Mr. Krum, please go up and have a look first." ”

Victor glanced at Yin Sen, snorted, and turned to leave.

Seeing the people walking away, Cotton became strange, "Hollen, what are you asking Krum to do upstairs?" ”

Speaking of this, he was stunned, "You doubt ......"

"Our mission is to vote all the werewolves out."

Yin Sen said, "Judging from the current situation, the number of this werewolf is increasing rather than decreasing, and I suspect that the Dark Arts Professor is still pulling people in. ”

So, Professor Malfoy wants to speed up this "voting"? "There's no time limit that will make the game drag on, so there's an element that has to be added to prevent the game from dragging on indefinitely." ”

And this game element is probably the darkness in front of you.

Darkness is synonymous with the unknown and fear, the fear that is etched into the genes of human beings, even wizards.

"I'm afraid so."

Yin Sen said, "Light must have a special meaning, since the floors of this restaurant are bright, then it means that other buildings should have similar performances." ”

The dark world hides monsters that choose people to devour, and only light can expel them.

If he had designed this game for Yin Sen, he would have designed it that way.

"So we need to figure out the structure of this building now and just wait."

Those "werewolves" will send themselves to the door.

As Yin Sen thought.

In the dark streets, the "aborigines" who were originally pushing, scolding, and scolding like living people don't know when they stop their movements.

President Nia immediately shifted to a glowing building not far away.

There was nothing wrong with what she was doing.

Those who stopped their movements and walked silently through the streets and alleys, like hounds, approached silently towards the wizards who looked confused and had not yet figured out the situation.

Some wizards subconsciously use fluorescent flashes.

The moment the bright light illuminated the surroundings and dispelled the darkness, the saint had no time to breathe a sigh of relief, and an expressionless face hung upside down in front of him.

The screams were like a fish in his throat, and the snark nails dug into the flesh with one hand, and the wizard's face was contorted, and he struggled to look around, and his wand fell to the ground.

Before the fluorescent flicker faded away, he could clearly see:

Around me, I don't know when, stood full of people.

The heart-rending screams are like the main theme of the symphony, clear and unclear, known and unknown, all wizards are looking for those "monsters" transformed from "people" who dare not approach, and houses with warm and bright light.

Among them, Durmstrang's fourth-year wizard was accidentally torn to shreds by the surrounding "natives".

The screams of fear had not stopped, and his eyes flickered and he entered a café.

"Sit down, Mr. Dandell."

Ranko didn't have much of a surprise, and after politely letting the students sit down, he explained, "We'll go back together when the game is over." ”

"Until then, Mr. Dandell."

"Yes." The feeling of his body being torn apart was speeding away like a dream, but he also clearly realized that he had just "died" once.

"Don't be nervous, it's inevitable that this will happen." Professor Malfoy smiled, "I don't expect every student to make mistakes, and I'm not a professor who can't tolerate students' mistakes. ”

Dandell smiled a little embarrassed, sorry, he really couldn't agree.

Who is it that gives them a calm and calm down in the snow as long as they don't agree with each other?

Professor Malfoy, are you schizophrenic?

Professor Malfoy smiled and stared at Dandell meaningfully.

Well? What did you say?

Dandell shrunk his head.

No, I didn't say anything.

Mr. Dandell sat down in a daze, and it wasn't long before he noticed that his companion had also appeared in the café with a bewildered expression.

Well, the fourth grade is all gone.

"Even the little wizard of the first grade can't beat ......" Ranko couldn't help but sigh when he saw the two students "holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes".

"Hey, the quality of this class of students......"

This caused the two wizards, who had disagreed with Calulin's existence, to blush.

How could they have imagined that suddenly it would be dark?

You can't blame them for that, right?

Facing the innocent gaze of the two wizards, Professor Malfoy crossed his hands on his knees and asked with a smile:

"You think I'm not playing my cards according to common sense?"

"Nope!" Well, it can't be the professor's fault, it definitely can't be the professor's fault!

It's that they're so useless, even the little wizards of the first year can't beat them, yes, it's really that they're too useless.

Professor Malfoy, don't look at us like that! We are afraid!

"Good." Ranko nodded in satisfaction, "In that case, let's take a good look at what the other students are doing." ”

"After all, you." Ranko spread his hands, "It's still the first, and the second one is eliminated." ”

......The two students did not dare to be angry or speak.

It's boiling.

Professor Malfoy looked out the window again.

The full moon rising in the sky sucks up all the light from the streets, increasing the dead and diminishing the vitality, which will make those who are already in the state of the "living dead" yearn for the emotions of the living.

This is also the reason why those "people" on the streets, who were exposed to darkness after being sucked away by the moon, suddenly attacked these outsiders.

"However, there is still a limit to what can be solved on the streets."

Those who are torn apart will directly become the nourishment of the city, and they will not even be able to keep their souls.

Their real-world bodies appear to be torn to shreds by beasts, quietly, in places that don't attract attention, of course.

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

After all, there is also the existence of international secrecy laws, and it is too abnormal for too many humans to be killed by wild beasts at the same time, so Professor Malfoy can only helplessly manipulate them.

"Tsk, international secrecy law is really annoying sometimes."

Ranko complained and looked at the strange book on the table.

"Well, they've succeeded in replacing the people in the building, and it's time for a new round of games."

Fantastic beasts, the existence of magic, all make the danger of this world increase.

So, in a building full of aborigines, can you find out who is the saint who has mixed in, who is the magical creature in disguise, or just the real aborigine?

Fortune tellers, witches, hunters, and guards, can you make use of these cards?

There is also the most important gameplay of the werewolf killing game.

Vote.

"I can watch a good show, but I just don't know how many people will be eliminated."

Professor Malfoy quietly closed the strange book on his desk, then opened it again, and the contents of the book changed dramatically at the same moment.

"He is the one who will die tonight."

……

The third floor of the restaurant.

Yin Sen looked at Caroline, and Caroline stared at Yin Sen, and both looked at Wickdor at the same time.

"She appeared out of nowhere." Mr. Krum coughed and said slowly.

Caroline blinked, revealing Livia, who was holding her and hiding behind her.

"I remember walking into a shop that sold decorations."

And then it appeared here.

Caroline pursed her lips, she realized something, but it wasn't pleasant.

Caloline's peers guessed the reason for the darkness, and it seemed that her teacher was not very satisfied with their speed, so he increased the difficulty.

"From now on, you can't get out of the outside."

Knowing the situation outside from Livia, Yin Sen easily came to a conclusion.