Chapter 587
The door surrounded by white mist appeared again in the magic circle of the office.
Blake pushed the door open and walked out.
Having gotten used to the light feeling in the hazy fantasy, Blake was still a little uncomfortable when he suddenly returned to reality.
He took a deep breath, cleared the traces of undead magic in the office, and sat down at his desk.
Blake took out the small bag Merlin gave him.
The tea leaves in the small bag were green and juicy, and did not change at all because of returning to reality.
However, the seeds that were given to Blake along with the tea leaves quickly dried up.
Blake couldn't help but feel a little sorry.
These seeds should have been put in by Merlin, probably because he wanted to plant them again after drinking this little tea.
But now it seems that this magical tea can only be planted in the hazy fantasy...
Blake took out two bottles, one containing the tea leaves and the other containing the seeds.
It is worth mentioning that the small bag that originally contained tea leaves and seeds, after the tea leaves and seeds were taken out, turned into a white mist and dissipated into the air...
After putting the two bottles into the system warehouse, Black slumped in a chair, feeling weak all over.
The hazy illusion is not without effect on the human body.
After all, it is not a place for living people. Black stayed there for so long and just felt sleepy, which was the result of a very strong body.
Black opened the suitcase, let Dabao and the others out, and then went back to the bedroom to lie down.
He planned to discuss with Dumbledore and the others tomorrow morning, and rest well tonight.
However, although his body was tired, his spirit was still very good, and he encountered many troubles tonight.
This made Blake insomnia, which was rare...
Outside the window, the sky was still gloomy. Blake picked up his watch and took a look. It was 1:30 in the morning...
This surprised Blake a little. He remembered that he had been in the Twilight Realm for quite a while. Unexpectedly, less than three minutes had passed.
It seems that the time in the Twilight Realm is also different from reality. Merlin said that he saw the girl making a deal with the God of Death shortly before he saw him.
That is to say, the girl may have just returned from the Twilight Realm and came to find him.
She emphasized that Harry must participate in the semi-finals tournament no matter what.
Or... Among the unknown tasks she had traded with the God of Death, the part targeting Harry suddenly became very important?
However, the Tower had already planned this before and had even started to implement it...
Blake felt a little confused and became very irritable.
I clearly have the power to crush everything, but I am constrained by these things...
"I really want to ignore everything and just kill people... But these grandsons are like turtles, they don't know how to do anything.How can you shrink to such a small distance!"
Blake has too many things to worry about. If he attacks rashly, the consequences will be serious.
After all, he is no longer alone... He needs to consider protecting everything he cherishes.
For example, if the other party retaliates against the people around him, it will be very troublesome.
How can you guard against thieves for a thousand days? No matter how strong he is, there will be times when he is negligent. If he fails to protect... He doesn't want to see something irreversible happen!
Blake's mind is too active, which makes him think too much. ...He could even simulate extremely realistic scenes in his mind. For example, some scenes he didn't want to see...
Unable to fall asleep, Black sighed and sat up on the bed.
After a moment of silence, he took the magic address book and turned the pages one by one...
In the address book, except for a few enemies he wanted to use, most of them were people he cherished the most, and these were also the things he wanted to protect.
His sight stopped at Cassandra's page.
"Are you asleep?" Black pointed his finger at the page.
A line of handwriting appeared quietly.
"Not yet, what's wrong? Are you missing me?"
Cassandra replied immediately as always.
The corners of Black's mouth rose slightly, "Yes, I miss you so much now that I can't sleep at all! ”
Slytherin girls’ dormitory.
Cassandra sat on the bed, looking at the magic address book in her hand in surprise.
I… I was just teasing him, why… why did this guy suddenly say these things!
“Everyone in my dormitory is asleep, I can’t chat with you directly in the address book. I can only leave a message. I can’t do anything even if you miss me.”
Cassandra looked at the message she replied and immediately regretted it.
This guy finally seemed to have opened up a little bit of his mind… Why is he so eager to refuse? It’s not impossible to find a place where no one is around to chat…
Black’s reply came immediately.
“In that case… why don’t you come and accompany me. Please. "
After the sentence, he drew a moving little head portrait of himself, with a pleading expression on his face.
Blake can be said to have accurately grasped Cassandra's psychology.
Sure enough, Cassandra's breathing became heavier, and her eyes were shining with joy.
She smiled at the lifelike "Blake's pleading expression package".
"Hmph, since you are begging me so pitifully, I will reluctantly accompany you!"
Cassandra put the address book aside, hid in the quilt, and quietly opened a small dimensional door without disturbing her roommates, and then crawled over...
In Blake's bedroom.
Blake, who was lying on the bed, was surprised to find that a small dimensional door suddenly appeared above his stomach.
Then he felt his stomach sink... because Cassandra wasIn this way, she crawled out of the dimensional gate...
Blake blinked and met Cassandra's eyes, who just raised her head...
Cassandra's cheeks turned red when she was looked at, and she whispered: "What are you looking at! Why don't you help me?"
Blake waved his hand, and the dimensional gate automatically moved back.
Cassandra, who was wearing a light nightgown, said "Ouch" and fell into Blake's arms.
After Blake closed the dimensional gate, he took Cassandra in his arms.
"You..." Cassandra blushed and tried to break free from Blake's arms.
But she finally stopped her powerless struggle.
It's all because this bad guy is too strong! It's not that I don't want to break free! Cassandra comforted herself.
Blake hugged Cassandra tightly, "I'm sorry, but... can I hold you for a little longer?"
"Well... okay then..." Cassandra blushed and lay on Blake's body. "You can only hold me for a little while!"
"Well... Cassandra, you're so nice..."
After a while.
"Hey! Have you held me enough?"
Not hearing Blake's answer, Cassandra raised her face and looked at Blake in confusion.
Blake closed his eyes and fell asleep, with a faint smile on his lips...
Cassandra was a little angry at first, but after seeing Blake like this, she felt a little sorry for no reason.
He must be very tired... Cassandra thought quietly while looking at Blake's sleeping face.
...
When Blake woke up, he smelled a familiar fragrance.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a small golden head leaning against his chest.
It was Cassandra who was sleeping on him, and his hands were still tightly holding her soft waist. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
Blake took a deep breath, and his hands holding his waist moved down a little bit...
Soft... bouncy...
When Blake moved, Cassandra woke up.
She frowned and rubbed her eyes, then raised her face to look at the awake Blake, and asked in confusion: "What are you carrying? Why are you so uncomfortable?"
When Cassandra moved, Blake took another deep breath, looked away, and dared not say a word.
Cassandra looked down in confusion, and her face turned red instantly.
"You..."
"Sorry... It's just... A normal reaction... You know..."
Blake coughed awkwardly twice, and his face, as thick as a wall, turned red.
"You bad guy!" Cassandra got up and hit the place where the person was hit with a red face.
"Hiss..."
Cassandra said dissatisfiedly: "You asked me to come and accompany you last night, but...The result is that you let me be your pillow?"
"I...I'm sorry...I just...I just felt that you were by my side, and I felt inexplicably at ease, and then...I fell asleep..."
Blake gasped in pain. No matter how strong his body is, that place is also a weakness...
Cassandra's mood suddenly became cheerful when she heard it. "Is...Is that so? You feel at ease when I'm by your side? Are you saying something nice to fool me? ”
“I didn’t lie to you…Cassandra, I’ve never had such a peaceful sleep as I did last night…” Blake said sincerely.
He didn’t lie. When he hugged the Cassandra pillow last night and smelled the scent of Cassandra, his complicated thoughts and troubled heart suddenly calmed down.
Cassandra had believed what Blake said, but she still said, “How do I know if you say this to every girl…”
“I really didn’t…” Blake looked at Cassandra and confirmed that she was not really angry, then whispered, “Well, can I get a pillow with your scent? Although this request is a bit excessive…but…”
“You! You also know that this request is excessive, right? "Cassandra said angrily. []
Blake shook his head helplessly, "Sure enough... you can't agree... I'm sorry, I feel a little..."
Cassandra said angrily: "Obviously... the real person is here, but you insist on getting a pillow? How can I be inferior to a pillow?"
"Ah? Then... you are..." Blake looked up at Cassandra in surprise.
You are angry about this!
Cassandra came up, and her right hand pressed on a certain place that hurt her, with a smug smile on her lips: "If you can beg me like this every day, I can agree to you..."
"Hiss... this is not good..."
"It's too late for you to regret now! "
...
Two hours later.
Black left his tower refreshed and went to the headmaster's office.
The two old men, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, were already waiting there.
Dumbledore also prepared a breakfast for him.
Black didn't say much. He sat down and ate breakfast while telling Dumbledore and Grindelwald about what he had seen and heard about the mysterious environment last night.
Death...Merlin...Transaction...
Even though Dumbledore and Grindelwald were both experienced old wizards, after hearing about Black's bizarre experience, it took them a few minutes to recover from these secrets.
".I always thought that Death didn't exist..." Dumbledore said with a wry smile.
He always thought that the Deathly Hallows were created by the Peverell brothers themselves, and the story of the Deathly Hallows was just a story about the Deathly Hallows.It was just a legend.
I didn't expect that the god of death actually existed... and made a deal with a young girl. The content of the deal was very likely related to Voldemort, and it might even make everyone bear the price with her!
While the two old men were silent, Black finished his breakfast.
"You...just said that old guy Merlin actually farmed in the Misty Fantasy? And he even built a farm?" Grindelwald couldn't help asking.
"Yes, he gave me some of the tea he invited me to drink, and even gave me some seeds. Unfortunately, the seeds withered as soon as they were taken out."
Black took out the bottle of tea, and then brewed a little on the spot for Dumbledore and Grindelwald to taste.
After tasting the tea leaves, Grindelwald changed his address to Merlin from old man to great Merlin...
"It's amazing... In a place like the Twilight Zone, he can still live his life as he wishes. He is worthy of being Merlin." Grindelwald's tone was filled with envy.
"Let's get back to the point..." Dumbledore interrupted Grindelwald's sigh and asked Black: "What are you going to do?"
Black nodded and said: "There is no doubt that Phil Thompson's deal with the god of death must be stopped."
"Merlin said that if we can't stop it, the price we will have to bear will be hundreds of times her own..."
"Although I don't know what the specific price is, there is no doubt that it must be very heavy, so heavy that we (Wang Zhao) can't accept it..."
"However, fortunately, we still have time... We need to find out the situation of the tower while stopping her, and then solve it completely!"
Grindelwald and Dumbledore both agreed, which determined the next general direction.
"So... do you still plan to get into the tower, and then find out the situation of the tower on the premise of destroying Phil Thompson's plan?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes..." Black said helplessly: "Professor... we have to do this... otherwise..."
Dumbledore sighed, "Then, if you want to gain the full trust of the tower, you need to agree to Philtomp's requests... But... we can't really send Harry to them..."
Black took out a puppet ball and stuffed it into Dumbledore's hand, "I've thought about it a long time ago... You ask Mr. Flamel to give this thing to Harry in his own name."
"Puppet clone?" Grindelwald's eyes lit up, "That's a good idea! This kind of alchemical prop of yours can create a clone that is almost exactly the same as the original! Just let Potter use the clone to participate in the competition. In that case, even if he is captured, it's just a puppet!"
Dumbledore continued Grindelwald's words and said: "Because this puppet is what I asked the alchemist master Nicolas Flamel to give to Harry... So, withYou don't have much connection, you can claim that you don't know... When the time comes, you just need to hand over Harry's puppet to her as required, so that you can gain her trust and save Harry's life. "
Blake nodded and added: "The most important thing is... they will find Harry to continue their long-made plan, for example, they may use Harry to perform a special ritual. If they wait until they start the ritual to find that Harry is fake... then the ritual will definitely fail! Maybe we can successfully prevent Phil Thompson from making a deal with the god of death!" .