Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1209: Sleepless night

"Hey, I said...Will we go to help Sirius and the others expel the Dark Wizard from tomorrow?"

In the ward, it was dark, except for the window where the curtain was still slit, and the stars flickered silently as if it were about to fall in.

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

But abruptly, Ron's voice suddenly resounded in this drowsy and tranquility, making people more and more unable to sleep.

"Maybe." Hermione replied dryly.

But to be honest, even if Ron doesn't speak frequently, everyone can't sleep, so I really can't blame him.

Hermione was thinking, suddenly heard Ron whispered:

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

"If you can deal with a few, you can deal with a few," Hermione replied again, and said helplessly, "Can you shut your mouth? If you feel unsure, then count the stars over the window. Go! Don't disturb our sleep..."

"Uh, sorry."

Ron’s awkward voice echoed in the ward, but before it stopped, he couldn’t help adding:

"But, that...I have counted all the stars that I can see, a total of 138."

"Pouch!"

I don't know if it was Fred or George who didn't hold back, and suddenly laughed. But Hermione shook her head, then turned over and said in an angry manner:

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

"Hahahaha—"

This time everyone doesn't have to wonder if Fred or George is laughing, because they both patted the mattress with joy when they heard Hermione's words.

In the darkness, Hermione thought for a while, she couldn't help but hooked up her mouth a little funny, but in the end she was still stubborn:

"Sleep!"

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

At this moment, right next to Ron, Harry also had a small smile on his face.

However, the silver gleam of the Gryffindor sword, which was wrapped in silk cloth and exposed only a section of the hilt, made his expression more solemn.

Today, after following Maca to London, he suddenly saw and heard a lot of things, some of which have not even been digested until now.

Although he doesn't know why, he seems to be able to take up the Gryffindor sword to fight. When he put the bright and cool hilt in my hand, what he felt was not strong and handsome, but an inexplicable pressure.

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

And now, he finally seems to be a big step closer to his wish. But at the same time, he also experienced for the first time how heavy the responsibility Maca was...

On the other hand, Pansy obviously can't sleep right now. Because, what is going on with her friend Eluli, she still has no way of knowing.

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 for a short moment, she can clearly feel the horror of her own will being gradually invaded and stripped.

In the absence of help, it is too small to be affected by the hidden dangers of magic rituals like those crazy outsiders.

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

Even when he was lying down and sleeping, the other party did not take off his hood. So even if some stars fell from the gap between the curtains above, she still couldn't see the expression on the face hidden in the shadows.

Worrying about the complicated situation outside? Or is it the same as yourself, thinking about someone's safety? Pansy does not know the answers to these questions.

The only thing she knows is that the other party must be still awake now and thinking a lot in this quiet room.

It must be said that Pansy is very grateful to this powerful witch who she does not know her name and has never seen. If there was no other person by her side at the time, she would have become one of the crazy wizards outside. .

And as Pansy guessed, the windbreaker wizard is indeed still asleep right now.

In fact, it can even be said that as she stays with Maca and these friendly people longer and longer, the time she can fall asleep every night is shorter and shorter. Sometimes even if she fell asleep, the nightmares that scared her, exhausted her, and saddened her would quickly wake her up.

She knows that those dreams are constantly reminding herself that she must not indulge in this era that is not her own.

She knows better that the more relaxed she is during this time, the more painful she will become in the near future.

Seriously, compared to everything in her memory, life during this period is really wonderful. Fortunately, she almost no longer wants to fall asleep easily at night, just to give herself a few more days of carefree time.

However, as the time drew closer, she knew that what should be coming was coming.

"How long has it been...have never seen him in a dream?"

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

"Yes, I’ve come here, I don’t have to always look for you in my dreams... I promise, I will save you. No matter what means, no matter what I am, No matter how the world becomes..."

"I will definitely!"

……

Perhaps, no matter how many people toss and turn to sleep tonight, they have far less good reasons than someone else. And that person is undoubtedly Helbo.

He has slept for too long, until now, he will feel a little sick even when he yawns.

Of course, he actually likes the other one more than this reason for insomnia-he is so excited!

As soon as he thought of the ritual of this demon summoning technique, he would proceed to the second step, as if he saw the moment when he touched the truth of the soul.

After that, what awaits him is the realization of death.

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

Now it seems that only a wizard like him who is as cautious and daring to imagine can figure out such a seemingly bold but safe method.

"Let's get started! Let's get started..." Haierbo, who was feeling the magical changes in the city, suddenly exclaimed happily, "Send your souls and let the evil begin to come! It will be in some distant place. The place gives us the sweetest response!"

Suddenly, among the apprentices standing in front of Helbo, someone suddenly seemed to hear something echoing in his ears. That voice was inexplicably true, pure and delicate, full of wonderful persuasive power, and even instantly calmed the mind that had already fallen into madness and chaos.

Immediately, he knelt down involuntarily, hoping he could listen more religiously.

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

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 gems were set in the eye sockets.

Suddenly, I saw him supporting the ground with one hand and slowly standing up.

"The first one!"

Halbo looked at the opponent's pure black eyes, and couldn't help showing a satisfied smile. However, the other party did not look at him at all, but first turned his head a little jerky and looked around.

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

After that, he lowered his head slightly, looked at his hands, and then made another fist. It seemed that I was feeling my own power.

It wasn't until the end that he raised his eyes slightly, and his icy frosty gaze fell faintly on Haierbo's body.

"...not enough."

After all, he actually ignored Helbo who was staring at him, turned his head and walked step by step to the periphery of the clearing, until he disappeared at the corner of a building at the intersection.

Hailbo silently watched the opponent leave by himself. After a while, he frowned and retracted his gaze.

"Sure enough, as said in "Abatel", these guys don't care about the summoner...because the meaning born in the process of the ceremony is to collect sins and let the ceremony a little bit To complete."

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

It doesn't matter~IndoMTL.com~ Even if those guys won't obey their orders now, as long as the ceremony is successfully concluded, they will all become their most loyal and powerful men.

What's more, what they want to do now is exactly what they want?

Even though he was ignored by the guy just now, Helbo was not at all annoyed-looking at the 41 "apprentices" below, he could almost imagine a total of forty-two collectors in the entire city of London. It looks like collecting souls.

There is no doubt that the more soul collectors that can be born in the 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 an exciting change happening, how could Helbo still be able to sleep? He would never fall asleep this night, even if he actually doesn't need to do anything anymore.

"Go! Let this city be the last step for me to touch the three-level rule!"

.. Vertex m.