Latest website: While Tom and Hermione were resting, others ran to the city center one after another.
The first to appear was the serious-looking Alyosha, the weapon in his hand still smoking, followed by the gray-faced old man Yushadu. When the two of them came here, they slumped on the ground. Alyosha took out a pack of cigarettes from his bosom and sat there puffing up.
After a while, Sarah and Alan also arrived silently with Professor Hunter, but Will, who had been carrying the professor on his back, disappeared.
After that, no one showed up.
The air was almost condensed.
The few people who broke out were in a state of emotional collapse. Just now, some of them lost their classmates, and some lost their comrades-in-arms. Only Yushadu, Tom, and Hermione's mentality was normal, but they were sad but not broken. Among the three, one has the mentality of mortal death, surviving is earning, and the other two really have nothing to lose.
Tom remembered the days and nights of getting along, and the voices and smiles of those who died: Will, the outspoken but knowledgeable Will, the young and vigorous Yegor, the very gentleman Peter... Tom couldn't help but feel a little bitter in his heart. Hermione on top also blushed.
Alyosha, with red eyes, smoked one cigarette after another, often running out of one cigarette after two or three puffs. Soon, cigarette butts were scattered on the ground. When he had finished the last cigarette in the pack, he looked at Tom and Hermione.
"So, what is that?" he asked hoarsely.
"A Voldemort."
"Falling down...what?"
"A dark creature, Muggle physical attack methods are ineffective against it." Tom looked at the expedition team with more than half of the casualties and couldn't hide anything from them - he had to tell them what the attacked creature was! So he put all these things out.
Hermione on the side also suddenly realized that now they have seriously violated the secrecy law! But she couldn't stand up and stop Tom. She lowered her head, thinking about the punishment she was about to receive.
"Maybe I'm going to be locked up in Azkaban?" she thought, but then she thought about it, thinking that even if she was locked up in Azkaban, with Tom by her side, it all seemed less scary.
"Muggles? Dark creatures?" Allen felt that these terms were too unfamiliar, and sounded just like the fantasy he saw.
"You can understand them as some special occult terms, some existence that cannot be explained by science." Tom really didn't know where to start, so he could only say that this is the category of occultism in a very general way.
"Suka not listed!" Alyosha spat on the ground. They tried to counterattack those creatures just now, but neither bullets nor grenades could cause damage to those monsters, or the big silver three-headed dog. The attack was the most effective, but unfortunately it also dissipated in the end.
If it wasn't for the big dog's involvement, if the monsters didn't retreat on their own initiative, Alyosha felt that it was impossible for him to break out.
After Alyosha scolded the country, he looked at the night sky. He wanted to ask a question, but he held back. He did not dare to think deeply about whether the two children in front of him knew about the strangeness in the ancient city, and this adventure. what is the fundamental purpose.
What Alyosha didn't know was that Tom was also very confused. The fundamental purpose of his exploration was to find the lost city. Now that the city has been found, what should he do? Sign "Come here" on the wall and go back?
"Peter... Yegor..." Alyosha flashed the faces of his comrades in front of his eyes. Some of them were very young, just coming of age, and some children were born just a few days ago, but they all died in this ancient city. No bones left.
"I'm tired," he shook the ash from his body. "Just take a rest here, and we'll discuss it when the doctor wakes up the next morning."
Allen looked embarrassed: In this state, who else can work the night shift?
"Sleep in peace, there's no need to keep people on watch at night." Alyosha looked away, "Didn't you see the group of bats lying down just now... Did the bats stop when they got here? This means that there is something more terrifying here. Creatures exist - like the beasts of the prairie, have their turf, and now we're staying on the turf of even more feral beasts."
The remaining few people shuddered: Those monsters were terrifying enough just now, but there are still more ferocious existences than them? !
"But maybe it will be safer. The lords here may not be interested in us. Lions will hunt antelopes, but they are not very interested in rabbits. On the contrary, wild dogs that are not as good as lions will want to eat rabbits." Alyosha said The problem is very clear.
And he also understands that it was a fluke to escape from the Voldemort bat just now, and if there is a stronger monster, what is the use of them even if they are on guard in advance? Might as well get a good night's sleep.
He glanced down at his watch, only to find that the hands on it had stopped. Looking at other people's watches, there are also problems - it may be that there is a strange magnetic field nearby, interfering with the operation of devices such as watches.
But it's not a big problem. Even without a watch, Alyosha can judge the time in other ways. The priority is to rest. Alyosha found a room that was still in good condition, went in and cleaned it up a bit, then lay down on the ground and fell asleep again.
Tom and Hermione didn't go to bed directly, they came to Dr. Hunter's side. Since the bottom has been leaked, there is no need to hide it. Tom took out his wand and pointed at Dr. Hunter's plastered arm: Heal as ever!
After using the spell, Tom removed the cast for the doctor, and the arm inside was smooth and the broken bone had healed. When the doctor wakes up in the morning, he will find that he is completely healthy. In fact, I still have to thank the doctor. He connected the bones very well, which greatly reduced the difficulty of the spell.
Alan on the side witnessed all this from beginning to end Looking at the teacher's arm, he couldn't help exclaiming: "God, is this magic?"
"Yes, this is magic."
Allen hesitated again and again, but still said what was in his heart: "Then... can I learn it?" He thought this was a turning point in his destiny. If he didn't say it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Tom shook his head. "You didn't get the mail when you were eleven, and you didn't have anything to do with magic."
Allen's disappointment was beyond words.
"Why eleven?" Sarah asked curiously. "The numbers 7 and 13 should be more appropriate for wizards, right?"
"Because the older you are, the magic is hard to control, and the eleven-year-old Muggle wizard just graduated from elementary school and learned some basic knowledge." Hermione answered this question, and she did not want to continue. , "It's time for us to rest now, and we'll talk about it tomorrow morning."
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