Chapter 1995

Safina's scene was really spectacular. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful it is, if it doesn't hurt the enemy, it's just a waste of effort.

"Ran away?"

Sarah, who was looking down in the air on a broom, felt a little, and immediately turned her head and looked in the other direction.

"Wait, over there... Granger?"

……

I don't know if the other party was going to attack the three of them in a few seconds. After sneaking attacks on Sarah and Safina, but they failed, the guy chose Hermione who was coming here without hesitation.

Quietly, the black hole suddenly moved from a section of the wall submerged by the black flame to a straight distance of more than 100 feet. Just the moment Hermione ran past a Muggle store in the deserted street, a bent figure as thin as firewood suddenly stepped out of the glass door of the store and slowly turned her head to look at her back.

At this moment, Hermione is still unaware of it.

There is no doubt that Hermione has made great growth, and most of this is achieved through her own unremitting efforts. But in many ways, she is still lacking.

For example, perception is very important in magic combat.

Just as Hermione was still running forward with her head covered, she saw the bent black figure behind her, like a ghost, chasing her back, and came behind her in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the claw like a withered wood leaned out from behind her and gently put it on her shoulder.

"What --"

Before Hermione could react, the strong suction that Safina had felt in an instant had started from the very strange looking dry palm and tore up her soul very rudely.

Obviously, this feeling is not easy, and it is extremely difficult for people who do not master the rules of the soul to even want to resist.

"This is... What."

The violent concussion of the soul made Hermione blacken in front of her eyes, and her whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and her hands and feet were completely paralyzed. Even the wand that had been tightly held in his hand could not be grasped at this time, and "Kerala" fell on the road.

To tell you the truth, I'm afraid I couldn't make it for a few seconds if I hadn't been practicing regular magic repeatedly some time ago and made my spiritual strength grow a lot.

However, although she didn't know what the power that controlled her was, she knew the least thing in her heart. She knew that even if she seemed to be completely unconscious at any time, she might never wake up once her eyes were black and fainted!

"Da... Hua..."

A small stack of gravity Rune cards pinched in the left hand still took off his hand like a magic wand, and immediately fell to the ground at his feet.

This is a good opportunity! Unfortunately, Hermione seems to have no energy to start them.

"... can't you?"

In the hazy consciousness, Hermione couldn't help but flash a trace of helplessness - she had survived the disaster until now, but she didn't want to die so inexplicably. In the end, she didn't even see the appearance of her own enemy.

Thinking of this, she involuntarily reopened her eyes and tried her best to affect the muscles between her neck, as if to turn her head and take a look.

And it was at the moment when she turned her head a little and the light from the corners of her eyes hurried across the window glass next to her that she finally saw a dark face like a corpse.

"Is it a corpse? Or... The so-called 'devil'?" Hermione muttered weakly in her heart. "Whatever it is... In short, it's ugly!"

But in a trance, just when she thought she was really going to die in the hands of this ugly black corpse, she saw the guy in the glass reflection inexplicably turn his head and look in a certain direction.

The next second, Hermione felt a whirl of heaven and earth, and then fell heavily to the ground. The last picture that stayed in her mind before she completely fell asleep was the scene of the black bent figure turning and taking a step, and then slowly sinking into a black hole in the ground.

"Granger? Miss Granger? Can you hear me? Ge -"

……

The situation in Britain is obviously not optimistic, or even it seems that it has become more dangerous than in the past!

As Hermione and Sarah, who came to explore and contact Geoffrey, their strength may not be the top, but at least they can be regarded as the top and few. However, before long, one of them was seriously injured and almost died.

When Hermione woke up from his coma, he found that he seemed to have returned to his hiding place in Weymouth camp - the small building, and Sarah was sitting on the sofa nearby.

"Are you awake?"

Aware that Hermione's spirit was a little more active, Sarah stopped her work and looked up at her.

"Well, it seems that there should be no problem... Oh, you have to thank Geoffrey this time! If she hadn't helped you with your treatment, you would be really in danger - Soul tearing is no small matter."

"Ah! Really..."

Hermione seemed to recall the feeling that her whole body was unconscious and unable to move. She couldn't help raising her hand and moving twice with some difficulty. Then, after looking left and right, he asked weakly:

"Then... Where is Miss Geoffrey?"

"She took her sister to Granger camp," Sarah put down her wand and pointed roughly to the south. "The unexpected situation that she couldn't walk there this time also reminded Ursula that no one in Britain can come, even if someone protects her."

At this point, she couldn't help shaking her head again.

"In fact, now probably no one dares to say who they can protect here - next, everyone can rely on only themselves."

Hermione could not help but be silent for a moment. During this period, Sarah sitting on the old sofa on the other side seemed to think of something and suddenly said:

"Granger, was there anyone else nearby when you were attacked? Or did someone save you?"

"Help me? Aren't you and miss Geoffrey?" Hermione asked suspiciously. "Why do you say that?"

Before the words fell, Sarah's face couldn't help showing a trace of confusion.