The situation here can be said to be very bad.

When Ranko arrived, a large number of ghostly shadows here died, and seeing those human-like things lying on the ground, the smell of rancid smell in the air was thick and abnormal, and he couldn't help pinching his nose and waving his wand, saying that these ghostly skins and shadows began to ferment after death.

"How did they do it?"

Did you directly stab the nest of these ghostly shadows on the ninth floor? He remembered that the flesh curse here wasn't too weak.

There are only a few shadows on the first floor, and as you continue to go up, more and more shadows are hanging on the walls, fences, tables, chairs, benches, and what they look like, among which Ranco also saw that many of the shadows of his students were divided into many parts and were ruthlessly thrown on the ground.

What a grudge?

Ranko shook his head and continued to walk up.

When he reached the third floor, he first opened a half-open door and entered, and the room inside the door had not changed much, except that the vase on the table had been toppled over, and it was empty, and there seemed to be nothing.

Ranko paused for a moment, and after exiting the room, he moved on to the next room.

In the second room, when Ranko opened the door, there was a man lying on the floor.

The man's face was hideous, his hands were clutching his neck, and his eyes were already bulging, and even after all this time, he could still see the bloodshot in his eyes that had not yet had time to dissipate.

His hands around his neck were bruised, and it looked like he had used all his strength.

As Ranko walked into the room, his hands flicked slightly.

It's not that he's alive, it's that the place he's strangled to is trying to break out of his shell.

With a pop, the Ranko wand was a little more casual, keeping the splattered blood away from him.

"It's bloody." He complained a little.

From the Adam's apple of the corpse, something like a vocal cord emerged from the torn skin, as if trying to reach Ranko.

"Alright, just stay there."

Even if it was his own curse, Professor Malfoy was extremely disgusted.

This kind of curse is definitely not in line with his aesthetics, look at the appearance of this place, I don't know, I think it's a strange shell.

Oh, and speaking of aliens......

Letting the vocal cords find a random place to stay, or to meet with the other organs, to complete the curse, Ranko exited the room and continued to look for what he was looking for.

He didn't need to be so troublesome, the basic framework of this world, the underlying logic was built according to his own ideas, and theoretically speaking, nothing in this place could hide from him.

But in this way, there is no meaning of opening a blind box.

Let's say now.

The spell suddenly disintegrated as he approached Ranko.

"Spells don't work against me." The door of the room was torn to shreds by a huge force, but the window in the room was broken at this moment, and the man fled directly through the window to the city street full of bright moonlight.

"Didn't Grindelwald teach you to surrender in the face of an invincible force, the first thing you should do when you realize your own insignificance?"

Outside the window, the "natives" climbed all over the building's surface, already showing their inhuman side, with sharp teeth and unusually long nails on their hands, poking into the surface of the building to climb the rock.

The exterior of the nine-story building was already crawling with these things that could no longer be called human.

"So, where are you going to flee?"

High-end battles often don't require any bells and whistles.

"Fundamentally, getting rid of you guys is just a little more time for me."

With a thud, the man slammed down the street.

The flying spell was lifted by Ranko, and countless "people" around him pounced, ready to tear the person to shreds.

Ranko stood quietly on the edge of the window, his hands on the window railing, and when he looked down, a silver light suddenly flashed in the shadows behind him.

It's a modern-looking thing.

Gun.

With a thud, the bullet passed through Professor Malfoy's skull and landed outside the window.

The thing that had been shattered into pieces by countless people swelled up and slowly turned into a piece of skin, pulling it to the ground.

Someone has taken control of a ghostly shadow in order to deceive the eyes of others.

And then the attack from Muggle-Tech is the real killer.

Ranko's body shook, and the man's body dissipated abruptly as he saw the blow miss.

But at this moment, the golden veins unfolded in front of him, and the room was wrapped in an invisible tissue spell, and the magic of internal and external interaction temporarily lost its effect.

With a bang, a second shot rang out.

At the same time, the killing curse, which represents death, also lights up.

Ranko flashed bullets, shielding knowledge and intelligence about the Killing Curse from his mind.

The green light that flickered on the tip of the opponent's wand suddenly dimmed.

Ranko then moved forward.

The third shot appeared.

The spell protected Ranko as a monster appeared from behind the man, intending to snatch the Muggle weapon from the other's hands.

The fourth shot rang out.

The curse-centered monster's chest burst with blood, and Ranko appeared in front of the man, grabbing the small gap in his face and removing a corner of the shroud, intending to taint him.

But who knows, the moment he appeared, an unprecedented smile appeared on the other party's face.

Ranko chuckled in his heart, secretly thinking that it was not good.

The Muggle weapon in the opponent's hand was changed at some point, and a black gadget that looked like a pomegranate appeared in his hand.

“……”

The steel balls bounced and broke a lot of things. Ranko sat on the windowsill with a strange face, looking at the room with scattered furniture, unable to recover for a long time.

"Someone from the Wanderers League?"

There are so many gadgets in the Muggle world, it's really nostalgic to watch......

He misses him and wants to tear people apart first.

"Grindelwald's followers are also involved with the Rangers League, tsk, that's not very interesting."

The Wanderers League is an anti-wizarding organization created by those who struggle to survive between the Muggle world and the wizarding world.

But this organization was severely damaged by Grindelwald back then, how could it be possible to cooperate with the Saints?

"Or are these saints finally progressing and planning to know themselves and their opponents, and they will not be defeated in a hundred battles?"

Grindelwald knew how terrible Muggles were, which is why he almost started the first wizarding Muggle war.

The development of technology is different from magic, and in terms of numbers, in a modern society where Muggles are still dominant, the likelihood of someone driving technology is far higher than the likelihood of driving wizarding magic.

Magic has fallen into a period of relative bottleneck, but Muggle technology is still evolving.

Ranko knew very well what kind of terrible power the Muggle government wielded.

That's ...... It's easy to destroy something in a city.

The Wanderer League had almost ceased to appear in the eyes of others since he fell into a deep sleep, and it was only some time ago that Ranko discovered the group's traces while comparing wizards associated with Durmstran.

But he didn't expect that it would be such a result.

Could it be that the Wanderer Alliance is already under the control of those saints?

Ranko thought about it, and thought it was more possible than that.

He never thought that the world was a fool, and no one would think of the power of Muggles.

Not to mention the followers of that person?

Ranko's eyes turned slightly cold, and he looked at the flesh curse that had been reassembled.

"Go kill that guy." The corners of Ranko's mouth crossed an arc, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes at all.

"I don't want another Grindelwald, and Professor Dumbledore probably doesn't want a madman who inherits Grindelwald's will."

Most of the humanoid form formed by the flesh curse disappeared into the room, and Ranko walked to the window and looked out.

The moon hung high over the city, but the soft and bright moonlight did not carry any warmth, only endless cold.

"Werewolf Kill Game...... Forget it, the game is over, let them die first. ”

Pulling out the strange book from his pocket, a huge fish with cold scales appeared at his side.

The fish swam in the air, its gills slowly opening and closing, and the sharp teeth in its mouth looked terrifying, as if even steel could be torn apart.

Bronze bone arowana.

"Except for a few people, please feel free to deal with the rest."

Ninth floor.

Caroline didn't know how many times she had run into someone else at the school.

It's full of shadows, and you never know which of the people you're seeing is real and which is fake.

After tearing open another shadow with a spell, Calulin sat on the ground in embarrassment, breathing heavily.

It's so tiring.

The constant use of high-intensity magic is too difficult for a wizard who is still in the middle of his development.

Caroline didn't know how she had managed to get to where she had made it this far, and she had entered it after discovering the entrance to the ninth floor, and she didn't know how long it had been until now.

"How's it going out there? I don't know how the others either. ”

Thinking of the Flesh Curse, Caloline stood up again.

"The curse, as the professor always does, should reach its peak before the so-called dawn of the second day here."

But Calulin still didn't know what the purpose of the travel brochure was.

It's not a distraction option, there's no need to think about it, right?

If that were the case, the tour guide wouldn't have put so much emphasis on it.

"You're right."

A soft voice suddenly appeared in front of Calulin.

Caroline was startled, and her wand subconsciously lay in front of her.

With a weird smile on her face, the young lady of the tour guide in uniform slowly appeared in front of her.

"A tourist brochure is a very important thing, it is a passport to this world."

Caloline pursed her lips and pressed her wand down, the tip of her wand glittering with an ominous light.

"What do you mean?"

Could this be a shadow of the skin?

Caroline thought.

"I'm not, that's the end of the game, Miss Calulin."

The tour guide raised his hands slightly, indicating that he had no malicious intent.

"The professor told me that this is the end of the game, and that the questions about the curse elective will be discussed later, and for now, wizards, please get ready."

"Ready?" Caroline wondered.

"Yes." The tour guide said with a smile.

Calulin was about to ask a question when an arm behind her grabbed her neck from behind.

At the same time, the tour guide also moved instantly.

She was very fast, and the owner who was stuck in the arm of Calulin's neck just wanted to fight back, and the tour guide already had an extra delicate guide flag in his hand, with the letters "Heart City Tours" written on it.

The guide flag hit that hand, and Calulin heard the man behind her snort, and then her body shook, and she was carried by the guide and placed on the other side.

"The professor should be over soon."

The smile on the guide's face became more and more weird, and the ghostly shadows around him ignored her in the next moment and flew in the direction of that person.

A man appeared behind Caroline.

Caroline was almost startled, and only after seeing that it was Senior Krum did she put the heart that almost jumped back into her chest.

"What happened?"

She still hasn't figured out the situation.

"Presumably, the professor wants to solve this problem as soon as possible, right?"

Calulin thought about it, and felt that there was only one way to say it.

But...... What made the professor not even want to continue the game he had made, but to start it?

The man who attacked with the Shadow and the guide seemed to have some strange magic, constantly creating something that Caluline couldn't understand.

The damage is exaggerated.

"That's Muggle stuff." Mr. Krum added in a whisper.

At the same time, the black-clothed Azan, President Nia, Cotton, Yin Sen and others all appeared on the ninth floor.

Livia wasn't there, and neither was Assistant Coach Gerva.

"People on the other floors are dead."

Azan in black said to President Nia.

Most of them died in the flesh curse of the room.

Although those flesh curses do not have much effect in the vase, when the contents leave the vase, or when the time reaches the curfew time after eleven o'clock, the restriction will be lifted, and the part of the flesh curse inside will be completely activated, attacked, or intended to parasitize on the nearest wizard.

As a result, the NPCs were almost dead, and even if most of the Saints were able to dodge the initial round of attacks, when they tried to leave, they would be dragged into the eight-story stairwell in an infinite loop by the part of the stairwell that belonged to the Flesh Cursed Eyes.

Those who don't understand the curse will only be starved to death and die of exhaustion here, and those wizards who understand, but don't know much, will have a significant mutation in the attack, that is, the number "8" in the flesh curse eye part, and then suffer from the curse's attack and erosion.

In the end, such people are a bit miserable. After seeing the most powerful eyes of the Flesh Curse. They can't help but add new wounds to themselves.

And in the new wounds, many eyes will grow.

Just thinking about it makes people's scalp tingle.