Hogwarts Archmage

The young man was dishonest when he was sleeping, so he rolled over and was dragged away.

Now there are only four people left, divided into three groups.

The middle-aged man seemed to be about to collapse. His eyes were dull and he kept muttering something in his mouth. However, he has remained in this state since the sounds around him became louder.

The young man fainted. He prepared a lot of candles, but unfortunately he did not prepare enough food and more importantly water to burn these candles, and the tears and cold sweat caused by the long fear were wasted. Removes a lot of water from the body.

"Are you going to take him out?"

Hermione finally escaped Marne's clutches by taking the opportunity to go to the toilet. She sat on the single sofa to the right of Margaery and Marne and said, "I think he might be dead."

"Wait a little longer." Margaery glanced at her watch and then at the screen: "At least wait until he is sober and let him make his own decision."

"Are you sure he can still wake up?"

"Of course, it's just a lack of water..." Margaery said with a smile: "There will be a lot of water soon."

Hermione frowned and suddenly thought of something: "Hey... aren't you?"

"It seems you guessed it...it's boring for them to stay like this all the time. How about we give them something interesting?"

"I don't think they would find it interesting."

Margery shrugged and said no more.

In fact, it was far more than the middle-aged men who had a mental breakdown at this time. In addition to the thin young man, the two girls were also on the verge of collapse at this time.

The surrounding sounds now seem to be stuck at the edge of the darkness away from the candlelight, and a group of unknown "people" are saying something.

These voices were loud, but very noisy, so noisy that it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

The two of them haven't slept for three days.

Their hair has lost its luster and their eyes have become dull. They could have been chatting, but now there is only silence.

It's not that they don't want to sleep, but as soon as they close their eyes, they always feel that those voices suddenly appear in their ears.

Forced by fear, Rose took three more candlesticks, lit them with candles, and placed them around, trying to make the area of ​​light wider.

But it was of no use. In addition to being brighter around them, the light did not get bigger. The darkness seemed to have substance. Even though it was squeaking and screaming, it did not retreat even one point. All that was left to them was this. A circle with a diameter of three meters.

People who were originally sitting on both sides of the center were crowded together. They continued to soothe each other's trembling body, and used the warmth of the other's body to soothe their own souls.

Nancy put on another candle and said hoarsely: "How many are there?"

Rose shook her head: "I forgot too...it's almost two hundred..."

After two simple conversations, the two people fell into silence again, while the sounds around them became louder and louder. It was like a busy market, everyone was talking, but no one knew what others were saying. .

"Their ability to withstand stress is actually pretty good..." Margaery looked at the two girls sitting there with their heads hanging down and said, "Another person might have collapsed like that middle-aged man."

"Is he really broken?"

Margaery nodded: "That's why he is the one who can persevere to the end. He is now responding to the external environment purely mechanically, and will no longer be affected, and will not have extra thoughts to think about or be afraid. "

"Then you will prepare it later..."

"It is a world of thinking after all, Hermione." Margaery turned to Hermione and said, "If a person's thinking has become rigid, he will not be hurt by these false dangers."

After saying that, he looked at the time, picked up the wand and tapped it on the table.

All sounds in the three rooms stopped.

The middle-aged man was still mumbling, the young man still didn't wake up with his head on the ground, and Nancy and Rose...

The two of them didn't notice this, because as soon as the sound stopped, the two of them fell asleep holding each other, with some slight snores coming from their mouths and noses.

Margaery rolled her wand between her fingers and waved it again.

When no one was paying attention, a slight sound of rain began to sound in the quiet space.

The candle still shines brightly and has not been extinguished by the rain. It is like there is an invisible protective cover covering it. And as the water surface slowly rises, the candlestick with a very light specific gravity steadily supports it and begins to float. .

It wasn't raining heavily, and although the area where it rained was very small, Nancy didn't wake up until more than six hours later.

She woke Rose, who was still sleeping.

The two sat in the rain for a while, but the rain that kept falling on their faces soon woke them up.

Rose glanced at the ground, and after making sure that the candlestick was okay, she began to put the food that had been raised or sunk underneath into her backpack.

Nancy tore her shirt into strips and started tying candles to Rose's body.

Rose couldn't swim, and the candles, which were lighter than water, would provide some buoyancy in case the water got very deep - which, perhaps no doubt, it would.

"Oh~ She has a pretty good figure..." Margaery sighed.

Ma En raised his head and glanced: "I don't like this." (Note)

Nancy's body is that of a typical big white girl who goes to the gym often but doesn't use drugs. She is strong, muscular, and bumpy but not a muscle stick. She is actually very sexy.

However, Ma En has a special aesthetic. He has always liked girls who look soft or slender.

"It's tasteless..." Margery looked enviously at Nancy, who was wearing only underwear and a coat on her upper body.

I don't know whether it was clear that they were awake or something else, but the drizzle gradually became denser, and the water on the ground quickly became thicker.

After six hours of deep sleep, although they had a headache after being woken up by the rain, the two of them felt much better after all.

Rose looked around and even joked with interest: "To be honest, I have always felt that these darknesses are tangible. It's like the two of us are in a big bathtub, except this bathtub Somewhat deep.”

I have to say that her guess was accurate, but Nancy obviously didn't have time to talk nonsense with her now, so she casually took off her jacket, wrapped the remaining food, and hung it on her body together with her backpack.

After finishing all this work, she said angrily: "You have this time, why don't you pour out the water in that wooden basin, at least you can hold it for a while, so that it can be drowned by the water later. "

Rose was so bored that she went over and overturned the water in the basin and dumped it on the ground.