However, there are many things to consider.

Instead of looking at the two books that were still writing at a rapid pace, Ranko looked out the window.

"Saints, Death Eaters......"

There was no one in the café anymore, and the two Durmstrang fourth-year students were sitting far away from Professor Malfoy, reluctant to come closer.

Ranco naturally didn't feel anything, he looked at the moon outside, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Werewolf killing, naturally it takes a very special, well, very special environment to make this game continue."

Inside the building.

Calulin gasped and watched the number "8" above her head become more and more eerie, but she still clenched her teeth and stood up.

"The infinite loop of stairs, there must be some way to break the game here."

If there is no solution to what the professor calls a game, then the game must be a failure.

Would Professor Malfoy set up such a bureau?

Apparently impossible.

So what's the key to breaking the game here?

Calulin had already tried, the walls and windows could not be broken by violence, and she could not use magic such as phantom transfer, and she could not leave through phantom transfer.

So where is the provenance?

A long time had passed since she had entered the stairwell with Livia and President Nia and was then separated, and Calulin was unaware of the other people's condition, her magic had been interfered with here, and she was unable to communicate with the outside world.

This has led to the current situation.

Calulin looked at the increasingly distorted number "8" and thought a little in her mind.

"Professor Malfoy once said that all curses must go through some kind of medium in order to work."

The medium of a wand-using curse is a spell, a contact curse must be touched to be a medium, and a whispering curse must be heard before a person falls into a curse.

So what's the curse in this building?

With the exception of Professor Malfoy's name-based curses, the other types of curses are fairly clear.

At present, there is only one curse exposed in this building, the Flesh Curse.

The Flesh Curse is a very typical contact curse, and only the medium that has been exposed to the curse will take effect.

Caroline looked at the distorted number "8" and thought it looked like a person's eyes.

Could it be the eyes?

If it's an eye, how can it curse others after being fixed to the wall?

"There's something that, when you see it, you're already in the mud."

Caloline stopped suddenly.

Calulin, who was overloaded by her fast running, sat panting and slumped up the stairs, looking at the number "8", which had transformed into an elongated eye socket.

No matter what, I can only try.

Caroline doesn't know if her guess is correct, and she can't prove it.

"Take a gamble."

She is thirty percent sure, and this thirty percent is worth her risk.

"If you can't get out, you'll only starve to death and be exhausted, so it's better to give it a go."

Caloline closed her eyes and avoided looking at the distorted and unwritten number "8".

She recited the strongest spell she knew, and a black glow slashed through the tip of her wand and struck the number 8.

There seemed to be the sound of something being punctured, and the fishy smell came from not far away, and in order to avoid the possibility of contagion of this contact curse, Calulin closed her eyes and took a few more steps up vigilantly.

With her back to the wall, Calulin waited quietly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Time passed very slowly, and the sound of running water gradually faded along the fishy smell.

There was a hint of moisture in the air, and Calulin suddenly felt a little itchy on her forehead.

She subconsciously wanted to touch it, and as soon as she wanted to open her eyes, this action was suppressed by herself.

"You can't open your eyes, absolutely not."

Caroline had seen many different kinds of dark magic artifacts from Professor Malfoy, and the one that struck her the most was a skull carved from crystal.

It is said to be a "singing skull", and from nature to magic, from ancient human history to the infinite possibilities of the future, the crystal skull can be displayed in the form of songs.

That's "alive".

"If you're feeling lost about something, you can ask him."

Professor Malfoy said with a playful smile.

"Oh, of course there's something you need to pay attention to." He tapped his ear.

"The sound of this thing is a kind of mental pollution, and if you don't use brain occlusion, the moment you hear the sound, you will lose control of your mind and become crazy."

The crystal skull didn't seem to be very happy to be said, and just about to open its mouth, it was slapped on the skull by Ranko and closed his mouth.

"Therefore, there are some things that must not be touched when the strength has not reached this stage, such as now."

Ranko raised his hand and motioned for Caluline to look at his palm.

Calulin subconsciously looked at her hand.

Her eyes widened.

Eyes appeared on the palms of her hands, and those eyes looked at her hands in unison.

"Wake up, the curse is over."

Memories were interrupted instantly, and Calulin opened her eyes.

In the quiet hallway, the overhead lamp emits a dim glow.

Caroline didn't know when she reached the eighth and ninth floors, and the stairs on the ninth floor looked unexpectedly dilapidated and distinct from the place where she was fighting.

"That was ...... just now"

Calulin looked around in confusion, but didn't notice the Dark Arts Professor.

But that feeling just now......

Caloline pursed her lips.

Then she realized that she should contact the others immediately.

"President Clendel? Livia? ”

The magic didn't respond.

Caroline's face deteriorated a little.

"Mr. Krum? Mr. Hollen? ”

Again, there was no response, and the magic seemed to be ineffective.

Lapsed?

Calulin looked up suddenly, realizing that the game was getting more and more difficult.

It's out of the way, and it stands to reason that they should be able to get in touch, but it's impossible that she's already out, and President Clendel can't get out.

The Dark Arts Professor forbade the use of this magic, otherwise it would never have happened.

Livia......

Calulin looked down the stairs, and the three of them were separated after entering the stairs, and Calulin was unsure of the exact situation.

"Miss Caloline."

President Nia's voice rang out from behind her.

"Check the card." Calulin turned her head back, and she heard the sound of machinery ringing in her ears.

President Nia stood behind her, a smile on her face, just like before.

But then the wand in Calulin's hand suddenly flashed brightly.

The spell struck, and President Nia was torn to shreds in shock.

A small black mass fled in the opposite direction of the spell's flight.

Caroline was holding her wand, a little prostration.

Using a high-powered spell twice in a row was still a bit too much for Calulin.

"Before you do that, you have to find someone else to believe."

She couldn't use the illusion charm anymore, so she could only hold on to the wall and walk down.

"The soothsayer card can only be used once an hour, which means that I can't verify whether the person standing in front of me is a human or a ...... in the next hour."

Caloline suddenly realized that this was probably what Professor Malfoy really was for.

It's just a simple massacre, it's really boring.

"You'll have to meet the president first."

——

When Victor's apparition arrives in Calulin's room, Livia and President Nia sit in the room.

"Mr. Krum."

President Nia put down the vase in her hand and looked at Victor, who had suddenly appeared here, and didn't seem surprised that the other party would appear here.

"President Clendel." Victor nodded at President Nia and swept around, but he didn't see Caroline, a little puzzled, "What about Miss Caroline?" ”

"We wanted to look for you, but as soon as we entered the stairs, Miss Caroline suddenly disappeared, and we retreated."

President Nyah explained this neatly and smelled, "What about you, what happened?" ”

"The contents of the vase came out, and the shadows of the shadows began to act. ”

At the mention of the Shadow of the Skin, Victor glanced at Livia and President Nia in front of him.

"President."

"Huh?"

"Who is the vice president of the student union?"

"As far as I know, Durmstrang's student council doesn't have a vice president." Niah said.

There is no problem with this answer.

Victor breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What happened when Miss Caloline disappeared?" ”

"We don't know, that boundary seems to be independent." President Niah said, "When we step into that realm, I'm afraid it's going to separate us, and even magic can't easily penetrate it. ”

That is, to create two regions that follow a certain logic and are absolutely unconnected to each other as long as they do not meet the conditions.

Victor nodded.

"Isn't there anything you can do, President?"

"If I knew the logic of magic, I might have a way, but unfortunately, from the information I have obtained so far, this logic seems to be random."

President Nia said, "We've got some of the hand and leg bones, what's on your side?" ”

"I'm afraid it's the hand bones and leg bones of the other half."

Victor swept the vase from President Nia's hand and said.

"They're all together?"

"But I didn't see the specifics." Victor shook his head, and he locked the door out of the room, only the shadow of the shadow came in through the crack in the door, and gave him a good start.

"It seems that there is still something to be aware of, and the most difficult thing about the Phantom Shadow is that its camouflage is almost invulnerable."

"When I meet everyone, I personally think it's a good idea to make a code for each other that the other person will know. ”

With such a reason as the Shadow of the Skin, there was no reason why Wickdor should not agree to this.

After making a code with President Nia and Livia, the group walked through the quiet hallway to the staircase.

"From the moment we step here, I'm afraid that there will be magic in effect that we don't know the logic of for the time being."

Nya tapped her finger ahead and stared intently at the old-fashioned stairs hanging high in the dim light.

If they don't know the underlying logic, they can't parse the characteristics of magic, and they don't know what they will encounter if they just step into it rashly.

This is undoubtedly fatal.

"I'll go in first, Miss Stricker, and you stay here."

Niah said.

Then, she looked at Victor.

"Maybe I'll disappear, or maybe not, and I'll leave it to you to judge, Mr. Krum."

Victor nodded, no nonsense, and watched President Nia slowly walk into the stairwell.

All of a sudden, such a large person disappeared from his field of vision.

President Nyoah entered the separate space.

"You go back first, lock the door, and fill up all the gaps that can get in and grab things......"

Perhaps realizing that he was facing a first-year wizard, Victor could only walk back to Livia's room and help her block the cracks and other things in the room before going to the stairwell.

"Stay here, don't wander around, watch out for those monsters," Victor hurriedly said as he walked out of the room.

He hurried to the door of the stairwell, and in a few moments he entered the stairwell.

The figure dissolved and disappeared.

——

Azan in black spotted a small problem.

Looking at his seniors around him, Azan in black lowered his head and let the dispute between Yin Sen and President Nia continue.

"We can't get out of here so easily, there may be something we need in the stairwell, but we don't know if that's there or not."

Yin Sen's face was calm, and his face was indignant, "Would Professor Malfoy come up with such a simple "question"? I'm afraid that when we go in, we will be safe, and I am afraid that we will be exposed to unexpected dangers. ”

"Do you really think so?"

President Nia didn't raise her face, and her voice was the kind that Azan in black was familiar with, and it sounded good, as if it had been determined.

Yin Sen paused, his face inexplicable, "Otherwise?" ”

Then they looked at Azan in black at the same time, as if they wanted him to judge the theory.

"You guys, you're acting too fake."

The black-clothed azan said.

"What's playing? It's just that we're talking so dry, and you're still talking about it here? ”

"First of all." Kuman Tong in the arms of the black-clothed Azan slowly raised a "1".

"There's nothing wrong with what you're discussing, that's really what I want to know."

"Second." He slowly extended two more fingers.

"Don't you think there's something wrong with your hypothesis?" Dika said solemnly, "Although I am not familiar with any of them, some of them, after a period of time together, I think I can still distinguish the similarities and differences." ”

"Mr., for example." "You started out with the idea that we're a shadow of the shadows, and I think it's necessary to do that," she said. ”

They can't be replaced by the Shadow of the Skin, even the little wizards know the importance of this.