Chapter 1209 Sleepless Night

Hey, I said... Shall we help Sirius and the others drive out the dark wizards starting tomorrow?

In the ward, it was dark, except for the window with a gap in the curtain, and the stars flickered silently as if they were about to fall in.

Even if it was just a fake star, everyone was staring silently with their heads sideways, trying not to imagine the foggy appearance outside.

But suddenly, Ron's voice sounded again in this drowsiness and tranquility, making it even more difficult to sleep.

Maybe. Hermione replied dryly.

But to be honest, even if Ron stopped talking frequently, everyone couldn't sleep, so he really couldn't blame him.

Hermione was thinking, when Ron suddenly heard another whisper:

Then... how many do you think we can deal together?

You can deal with as many as you can, Hermione replied again, and then said helplessly, Can you shut your mouth? If you are really not at ease, then count the stars on the other side of the window! Don't disturb our sleep...

Uh, sorry.

Ron's embarrassing voice echoed in the ward, but before it subsided, he couldn't help adding:

However, I have already counted all the visible stars, one hundred and thirty-eight in total.

Pfft!

I don't know if it was Fred or George who couldn't hold back, and suddenly burst out laughing. But Hermione shook her head, turned over and said angrily:

Who is going to open all the curtains? Let him count enough tonight!

Ha ha ha ha--

This time, there was no need to wonder whether it was Fred or George who was laughing, because they both slapped the mattress vigorously after hearing Hermione's words.

In the dark, Hermione thought for a while, and she couldn't help but curl her lips in a funny way, but in the end she said with a straight face:

sleep!

Of course, in such a dimly lit room, no one could see the change in her expression.

And at this moment, right next to Ron,

There was also a small smile on Harry's face.

However, the silver light of the Gryffindor sword wrapped in silk with only a section of the hilt exposed beside the pillow made his expression more dignified.

Today, after following Maca to London, he suddenly saw and heard many things, some of which he has not even digested until now.

Although he doesn't know why, he seems to have been able to fight with the sword of Gryffindor. When he held the shiny but cool hilt in my hand, what he felt was not strength and handsomeness, but an inexplicable pressure.

Thinking about the past, Harry has been looking forward to the day when he can stand side by side with Maca in front of everyone.

And now, he seems to have finally taken a big step closer to his wish. But at the same time, he also realized for the first time how heavy the responsibility Maca bears...

Pansy, on the other hand, obviously couldn't sleep right now either. Because, she still has no way of knowing what happened to her friend Iluli.

In fact, she thought about asking Maca, but she really didn't dare to ask.

As a person who has personally experienced that kind of power, even if it is only for a short moment, she can clearly feel the horror of her will being gradually invaded and stripped away.

And without anyone's help, the possibility of not being affected by the hidden dangers of magic rituals like those lunatics outside is really too small.

Pansy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then subconsciously turned her head to look at the windbreaker wizard lying not far from her.

Even when he was lying down to sleep, the other party did not take off his hood. So even if there was a slight starlight falling from the gap in the curtain above, she still couldn't see the expression on the face hidden in the shadows.

Are you worried about the complicated situation outside? Or are you just like yourself, thinking about someone's safety? Pansy didn't know the answers to these questions.

The only thing she knew was that the other party must also be awake now, and was full of thoughts in this quiet room.

It must be said that Pansy was very grateful to this powerful witch whose name and appearance she didn't know. If she hadn't been by her side at that time, she might have become one of the crazy wizards outside.

And just as Pansy guessed, the wizard in the windbreaker is indeed not asleep right now.

In fact, it can even be said that as she stays longer and longer in Maca and around these friendly people, the time she can fall asleep every night is getting shorter and shorter. Sometimes even if she fell asleep, nightmares that frightened her, made her tired, and made her sad would wake her up quickly.

She knew that those dreams were constantly reminding herself that she should not indulge in this era that did not belong to her.

She knew even more that the more relaxed she was during this time, the more painful it would be in the near future.

To be honest, compared to everything she remembered, life during these days was too good. So good that she almost no longer wants to fall asleep easily at night, just to let herself have a few more days of carefree time.

However, as the time approached, she understood that what was supposed to come was coming.

How long...haven't seen him in a dream?

In the false starlight under the window, she thought dazedly. But soon, she shook her head gently, and said to herself in her heart:

That's right, I've come here, and I don't need to always look for you in my dreams...I promise, I will save you. No matter what method I use, no matter what happens to me, no matter how the world changes How about...

I will definitely!

...

Perhaps, no matter how many people toss and turn sleepless tonight, their reasons are far less good than one person. And that person was undoubtedly Hai Erbo.

He's been asleep for so long that even yawning feels a little nauseous to him now.

Of course, he actually preferred another reason to this insomnia—he was so excited!

As soon as he thought that this demon summoning ceremony would proceed to the second step, he seemed to see the moment when he touched the truth of the soul.

And after that, what awaited him was the realization of death.

Since ancient times, how many people can safely touch the rules of death? Even if there were one or two wizards who seized the opportunity through some shortcuts, and were in the limelight for a while, they all tasted the taste of death in the end.

Looking at it now, probably only a wizard like him who is as cautious as he is, but who dares to imagine, can figure out such a seemingly bold, but actually safe method.

Let's start! Let's start... Haierbo, who was feeling the changes in the magic power in the city, suddenly shouted joyfully, Dedicate your souls, and let the evil begin to come! It will be given to us in a distant place The sweetest response!

Suddenly, among the apprentices standing in front of Hai Erbo, one seemed to hear something echoing in his ear. That voice was inexplicably real, pure and delicate, full of wonderful persuasion, and even instantly calmed down the mind that had already fallen into madness and confusion.

Immediately, he knelt down involuntarily, hoping that he could listen more piously.

But at the moment when he was completely immersed in this voice, a majestic and powerful force suddenly burst out from his soul, and in just an instant, it completely swallowed his soul, including his consciousness.

The next second, his eyes opened again, and the chaotic black that had just faded in his eyes had completely turned into an extremely solid pitch black, as if two extremely deep black gemstones were embedded in the eye sockets.

Immediately, I saw him support the ground with one hand, and slowly stood up.

First!

Looking at the pure black eyes of the other party, Hai Erbo couldn't help showing a satisfied smile. However, the other party didn't look at him at all, but turned his head slightly jerky and looked around.

Sin...not enough...not enough.

Then, he lowered his head slightly, looked at his hands, and then clenched his fists again. It looked like he was feeling his own power.

It wasn't until the end that he raised his eyes a little, and his icy eyes fell on Haierbo lightly.

……not enough.

After all, he ignored Haierbo who was staring at him, turned his head and walked step by step towards the periphery of the open space until he disappeared at the corner of a building at the intersection.

Haierbo watched the other party leave without a word, and after a while, he frowned slightly and looked away.

Sure enough, it's the same as what was said in Abatel, these guys simply don't pay attention to the summoner... because the meaning born in the process of the ceremony is to collect sins and let the ceremony be completed little by little.

After thinking about it for a while, he looked at the remaining forty-one people in front of him again, and the joy appeared on his face again.

It doesn't matter, even if those guys don't obey his orders now, as long as the ceremony is successfully completed, they will all become his most loyal and powerful subordinates.

What's more, isn't what they are going to do now exactly what they want?

Even though he was ignored by that guy just now, Haierbo was not annoyed at all—looking at the forty-one apprentices below, he could almost imagine a total of forty-two collectors collecting souls throughout the city of London up.

There is no doubt that the more soul gatherers that can be born in a ritual, the faster the ritual will be completed. Thinking of this, he felt a little impatient.

Go! Hurry up... Hurry up!

Needless to say, with such exciting changes taking place, how could Hai Erbo still be able to sleep? This night, he could never fall asleep, even though he actually didn't need to do anything now.

Go! Let this city become the last step for me to touch the third-level rules!

.. Vertex m.