The spell struck the leg bone, which fell to the ground, and the thin transparent thread held it securely. Caroline was ready to be possessed by this thing, but something she didn't expect.

"You're ......" Caloline pursed her lips, and was about to say anything when she heard a polite knock on the door.

"Something seems to be happening." President Nia's voice rang out outside the door, and Caroline looked at the two grabbed objects, then at Livia with her wand.

Livia nodded at her. Caroline wasn't reassured, but decided to trust her. The door didn't open, and Calulin and President Nia outside exchanged codes, making sure that both were real people before letting them in.

When President Nia entered the room, she smiled at the sight of Livia holding her wand and two unspeakable clumps on the floor.

"Looks like you don't need my help."

"President." Calulin greeted politely. Livia still looked confused, and President Nia didn't care, leaning over to pick up something on the ground that was wrapped in thin white thread.

"Part of the leg bones and hand bones." Thin white thread wrapped around the palm of President Nia's hand, but it didn't hurt her.

"Leave these things to me for safekeeping." She said. Naturally, Caroline would not refuse. When President Nia took the things away, Caroline looked at Livia with an innocent face.

"When did you learn this magic?"

"Huh?" Livia innocently popped out a word, and the dull hair on the top of her head seemed to be about to curl.

Looks pure and stupid.

"You...... Forget it......" Caroline looked away and let out a breath. Perhaps, this is talent.

- Upon returning to the room, President Nia put her leg bones and hand bones together at the same time. She made the same decision as Wickdor to see what would happen when the pieces were put together.

[To tell the truth, I have been chasing more recently, switching sources, reading more timbres, .huanyuanapp, Android, and Apple are available.]

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"Eleven a.m. is an important turning point." Clock in the room

With a tick-tock sound, President Nia re-three-dimensional the vase and pulled out a slightly beating rotten heart, a half-closed white bone hand bone, and a leg bone with only a few flesh and blood remaining to connect to each other.

There didn't seem to be any change between the three, and they were calmly laid out on the table. President Nia pulled out her wand, and the fire flicked from the tip of her wand, burning into the rotten and shriveled heart.

The rotting beating heart was suddenly protected by a hand and a leg bone, and it was suddenly taken away from its place.

"Sure enough." President Nia had experimented with what she wanted to know. - When the clock struck eleven o'clock at midnight, Dika was not asleep.

He quietly rolled over the bed, and the cat reached the door and quietly opened a gap in the hallway. Outside the gap was a bright hallway, which didn't give him any weird, eerie feeling.

Of course, that didn't make him let his guard down easily. This place is simply very strange, first inexplicably appeared in an even more inexplicable city, and then suddenly it darkened in the city, and those who used to look normal turned into monsters.

A third of his companions died at the hands of the monsters, and luckily the lighted restaurant wasn't far from them, otherwise they would probably have been wiped out here.

"Let me find the person behind this matter, I must kill him!" Dika swore in her heart.

But the oddity of this place made him and his companions afraid to make it bigger. No one knew what the hell it was, just as he didn't know why he was here all of a sudden.

"People in Norway seem to be being pulled in." After adding a disillusionment charm to herself, Dika walked out of the room and stood in the hallway, looking left and right.

"Is it against us?" But he had no idea how he got hit. Even ancient magic can't be so exaggerated!

"There's definitely something in this that we don't know." Decca walked in the direction of the stairs, where he and his companion had made an appointment to meet in the cubicle at the corner of the stairs after curfew...... Wait, why after curfew?

Decca shook his head, and he subconsciously thought of the Muggle guide's unchanging smile.

"It's easy for us to move after the curfew...... Yes, that's it......" Dika continued to walk forward with her legs raised, the confusion in his eyes only flashing suddenly, and then returning to normal.

The hallway was silent, save for the sound of soft boots on the floor. Decca walked down the hallway, where the up and down stairs were empty.

The overhead light flickered suddenly, and the number was written on the corner of the stairs

"8" flickered. Waiting until the lights were back to normal, Decca went down.

"Strange, people?" Dika waited for nearly five minutes in the stairwell between the seventh and eighth floors, still not seeing half a figure.

He took out his wand and continued to refill the illusion charm for himself, and then prepared to return to his room the way he came.

"I'm afraid something happened." Decca thought as he climbed up quickly. When he was back at the staircase on the eighth floor, Dika was stunned.

Wait a minute. Where is this? It wasn't the hallway he had left that came into view, but a solid wall. The hallway is missing?

！ Decca took his wand and cast a spell on the wall, but he found that his spell didn't make a splash when it hit the wall.

This wall is harder than his magic?! How can it be?! Dika pressed his hand against the wall, and the touch told him he wasn't mistaken.

What should have been a hallway is now a wall. Decca's face became very ugly. He suddenly felt that the reason why his companion did not show up was probably related to the one he met at this time.

"Careless, I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing after curfew." He didn't notice at all that if it was his previous self, he wouldn't have come out at such a time when he knew it was dangerous.

He was just annoyed, frustrated at why he had come across such a thing. Decca looked downstairs, intending to see what was going on on the other floors.

But he didn't hold out hope. Walking up to the seventh floor, it was not surprising that what was supposed to be a corridor turned into a glimpse of the thick walls.

Even if he had guessed it, Dika's face was still a lot uglier. He continued to look down the floor, and suddenly froze.

"How...... Possible?! "Numbers

"8" is written quietly on the wall on the next floor. 8th Floor...... This floor is eight? Dika reacted immediately, reaching out to touch the marks he had left on the wall with his spell.

His face turned pale all at once. The touch told him that there were really traces of his spell here.

It's really eight floors. And where was the floor he was on before?! Phantom Shifting! Phantom Shift Now!

Deca didn't say a word, his body writhed, and the target he chose was his room. The body writhed, and the air around him also began to change strangely, but in the next moment, Dika stumbled, and was almost thrown out by his own phantom shift.

The illusion has failed, and there is an extremely powerful blocking spell here! He tried to resist the Stopping Charm, but the resistance was probably so weak that he didn't even notice where the Stopping Charm was hiding.

Decca ran upstairs unconvinced. Eight floors. Eight floors. Eight floors. Every time you get to a new floor, the number

"8" is like a curse, and it follows you like a shadow. Eight floors. Eight floors. It's still eight floors. It's a confined and circulating space.

Dika tried to break the cycle from the window and from the wall, but his spell seemed to be extremely limited, and the magic not only failed to effectively destroy what he wanted to destroy, but almost broke his own spell.

Decca, whose face was already extremely bad, found another problem. With every time he sees the numbers

"8", that number changes slightly every time. At first, he didn't notice it, but when he fixed his eyes, the two circles on the number had somehow turned into an elongated ellipse.

It was like two straight eyes staring straight into his eyes. This association is not good. Decca thought. He stopped the exhausting exercise and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"It's a cycle." Is it magic? Or something else? Decca had never touched anything like it, so he had to find a way to verify it himself.

But how to verify? Decca looked at the two vertical eyes, the number

“8”。 With the wand in his hand, Dika made a frantic move. He uses the Death Reminder Charm to attack the number.

A green glow streaked through the air and struck the numbers. In an instant, the surroundings suddenly darkened. The lights flickered on and off, and the ground trembled wildly.

Dika couldn't stand on his feet, and had to hold on to the ground to avoid falling to the ground. He saw that the number began to bleed.

At first, it was a puddle of clear water, and then it began to mix with blood foam and unknown pieces of flesh, flowing out from the center of the upper and lower ellipses.

The stench hit madly, and Dika covered his nose and looked to the side, and he was immediately happy.

"Sure enough." The only thing that keeps changing in the whole cycle is that number, and that number proves that the key to breaking the game!

Decca wanted to go to his room, realizing that it was not a good thing to come out during the curfew, and planned to go back and stay until the next day.

But before he could take a few steps, Dika felt a little pain in his eyes.

"Strange ......" he rubbed his eyes and rubbed something off.

"How am I ...... Can't see anything? Darkness quickly eroded his eyes.

"Who turned off the lights?" He realized something, and trembled his hands to touch his eyes. He touched something cold.

This does not have the normal temperature of the human body, it is cold and lifeless. Like the eyes of a dead man.

"What about my eyes?"

"What about my eyes?" He touched it indiscriminately, scratching his face full of blood without realizing it.

"Ahhhhh

Blood was flying, and the white walls were dyed with rose-like colors.

"Die, die, die—" Someone grabbed him.

"Deka, what are you doing?!" Another saint who came over as promised and drank loudly. But Decca had no intention of stopping his movements.

He started scratching his face and scratching the skin all over his body.

"It's so itchy, it's so itchy!" He screamed. The other saint had an ugly face. He saw that among the wounds scratched by Dika, there were many more eyes that were slowly opening.

"Ahh

"TA, are you awake?" Diongo sat up and felt pain all over his body. The feeling of having his soul torn apart was absolutely uncomfortable, even if he was a saint and now a puppet in the hands of Professor Malfoy, except for the previous time when the Dark Arts Professor forced memories and souls into his head.

"Mr. Krum?" Diongo endured the headache and looked at the only wizard present, his lips were dry and his voice was hoarse,

"Where is this?"

"An inn." Wickdor Road,

"Assistant Coach Gwo, what happened before this? Hurt you like this? "All the students adapted well to this sudden teaching assistant.

With Professor Malfoy's example, they could say that everyone would have seen a clear eyebrow.

Including this Mr. Teaching Assistant.

"Before that......" Diongo remembered something fragmented, and he thought for a long time before he said.

"It should be before darkness...... I went into the OnePlus café and ...... with whom ...... hiss" As if touching a switch, Diongo felt his head ache even more.

"It's a saint...... That's right...... Teach him...... ......"The headache became more and more intense, and Diongo lay on the bed in a prostrated appearance, panting for breath and breaking out in a cold sweat.

"It's a little quiz." The Dark Arts Professor slowly separated each part of a saint into a simple vase.

The vase seemed to be unable to fill it until the whole person was scattered by magic, and all the pieces of meat that even my own mother couldn't put together were filled in, and it didn't overflow.

"A quiz?" Diongo remembered that he had asked at the time.

"Of course, the school gave me the assignment, although I didn't really want to start this course." Professor Malfoy told the truth,

"After all, there will be another labor force at the beginning of the class, and I don't lack this money, so you can say yes, Assistant Teacher Gwo."

"Well, as a little hint." Diongo took a step back. For some reason, he felt uneasy.

"Don't worry, Mr. Diongo." Professor Malfoy said,

"It's a curse that looks at the slightest, and you won't really die because of it." The vase on the table trembled violently, and a hand with a blood clot suddenly burst out of it and grabbed Diongo's hand.

Subsequently. Then he fainted, and when he woke up, he was here. Diongo looked at his right arm and lifted his wizard's robe to see a black slap print.

Diongo's face darkened, but he didn't feel sick.

"Cotton took care of it for you, Assistant Coach Gervo." Wickdor said,

"Do you remember something?" Diongo opened his mouth, but found that he could not utter a word.

Victor's face was slightly gloomy,

"The Professor?" Diongo could only nod. There seems to be no limit to this.