Chapter 2001 The Essence of Demons

"Hermione, are you... are you okay?"

Harry and the others were led in by Sarah's alchemy puppet——when the group of friends first saw Hermione who was resting on the sofa, they all gathered around and hurriedly asked about her current physical condition.

Blois watched the scene from behind, paused for a while, then picked a nearby chair and sat down. After that, his gaze passed over Sarah and Delphi, two equally calm people, in turn, and finally picked up a newspaper on the coffee table and casually flipped through it.

He knew that it would definitely take some time from the time when the young people in front of him greeted each other until they could actually start to implement the planned plan! During this period, all he could do was to be patient and wait.

"Yes, of course, I'm fine...you know, thanks to Miss Grofeyn."

Hermione smiled wearily, then changed the subject and got straight to the point.

"You have also seen it now, and Miss Grofeyn must have said something - Britain today is more dangerous than before!" She looked at everyone seriously and said, "To be honest, although my strength is definitely I can't compare to Miss Grofeyn and Miss Hohenheim, but I don't think I am still as 'weak' as before... But the facts have proved that I am indeed far from being strong enough. Facing the enemy, I even fought back There's no room for—"

"I think it's just a lack of perception in you."

Although Sarah who was not far away was still busy with the matter at hand, she was obviously listening as well. At this moment, she slightly raised her head and interjected a sentence.

However, Hermione shook her head immediately.

"Insufficient strength is insufficient strength...the cruel reality is in front of me, and I can't make excuses for myself. Especially now-everyone must pay 100% attention to it, otherwise, maybe it won't happen next time Will be as lucky as I am this time."

After saying these words, which seemed to be self-reflection and reminding everyone, she looked at Delphi standing behind with some confusion, and said hesitantly:

"Uh...Just in case, I still want to ask...Delphi, has your strength recovered?"

"not at all."

Delphi shook her head lightly, some strands of hair fell silently from her ears.

"Then you?" Hermione was startled, and then said, "Oh, sorry! I don't mean to be rude to you, but...you know, it's really dangerous here now."

"I know," Delphine responded, "I understand what you're trying to say! But, Hermione... I have my reasons for coming here. And, I must say, there's probably none of us who understands today better than I do. The specific situation in this UK! You will need my presence."

Her words can't be regarded as an explanation, because from the beginning to the end, she didn't seem to mention anything of practical value.

And after a short pause, she raised the staff in Yang's hand, and said:

"In addition, please rest assured that I have some ability to protect myself. At least, I probably don't need you to spend unnecessary effort to protect it."

"Oh, I can prove that," Harry couldn't help but add at this time, "before she came over, she showed us a little... well, or she showed us the The power of the staff."

Seeing that Harry also assured her, Hermione nodded subconsciously.

That's right, Harry's guarantee is naturally credible, but when it comes to Delphi...don't forget, Hermione and Luna's regular magic,

She and Maca brought it in together! Even though she was now a Muggle through and through, Hermione didn't think she would be too surprised if she claimed to have some means.

Not to mention……

"Delphi, your staff...was made by Maca?"

"That's right!" Delphi nodded. "It was when I was on the island—the moment before Maca left, remember? It was made together with the magic props he left for you."

"Ok."

As Hermione said, she couldn't help but glanced at the staff in Delphi's hand again, and then said:

"Then I'll talk about this matter later...Delphi, did you just say that you understand the current situation very well? There just happens to be a question that has been bothering us, can you answer it for me?"

"What's the question?" Delphi nodded and said, "You ask! I will tell you as much as I know."

Hermione listened and nodded.

"In fact, generally speaking, it is still the current overall change." She frowned and said, "You may also know that some very terrifying dark creatures have descended on this land recently, and their strength even surpasses that of Haier. Those high-level zombies created by Bo before—for example, the enemies who almost cost me my life not long ago. Miss Hohenheim said that they are actually...'demons'?"

When she mentioned this matter, she turned her head to look at Sarah, and Sarah shrugged in this direction.

Delphi heard the words and immediately responded:

"Hmm... If I had to give those guys a title, it might just be 'demons'. Because they are basically the same 'thing' as those summoned by the demon summoning technique."

Probably because she didn't know enough about Sarah, so she didn't know how Sarah knew these things, but she didn't pay too much attention to these little things.

After glancing at Sarah, Delphi continued:

"I believe you have already heard about the devil summoning technique. After all, Haierbo used this forbidden ancient magic to obtain the current body. I think Mr. McLean must have told you a little bit. And about this A kind of magic... because its principle is too profound, I really don't have much confidence to explain it to you, so I will just briefly state the conclusion!"

Having said that, she paused for a moment, as if she was sorting out her thoughts. After a few seconds, she continued:

"... Demons, to be precise, they are not 'magic creatures'. Well, they are not even 'creatures' - I was once told that their coming is just a magical phenomenon based on the rules of the soul .And speaking of this magical phenomenon, it comes from the negative spiritual will of all creatures with magical talents in this world..."

As Delphi said this, she gradually felt a little dazed, as if some specious memories flashed before her eyes. She seemed to still vaguely remember that on a certain war-torn night, she snuggled up to her father and fell asleep listening to his father's narration.

However, did memories like this really ever happen?