Hogwarts Melon Eater

The heavy black cloth flew up happily, and stayed in the air for ten seconds, which was enough for Lena to see what was behind.

It was a picture of a woman wearing medieval noble costumes, her eyes blank and her mouth wide open as if she wanted to say something.

The contestants and the staff present are also women with the same expression.

The black cloth fell down.

“It’s a painting with an aristocratic lady on it. She looks terrified,” Lina smiled, “I guessed it.”

She got it right. Because all the contestants saw what was behind the black cloth.

“This…how did you do it!?” The host Benson tried to lift the curtain, but found that this was not what he could do.

A man weighing one-meter eight and one hundred and twenty catties can’t lift the curtain. A woman who weighs one-meter seven and weighs less than a hundred did it without touching the black cloth. .

“I cursed the black cloth,” Lena said in a normal tone, “This is what I did.”

Standing among the contestants, listening to the commotion of the surrounding crowd, Black Very excited, his tail is wagging fast, aha! Look at muggles! This is magic!

If he could speak, he would have started applauding.

The director who almost fell off the chair was a little confused about the situation, “What’s the matter?!” He angrily pulled the staff on the side, “Why don’t I remember there is such a The magic show? Who of you took her money?”

The staff looked dumbfounded, “We were all busy here just now, no one went to help Ms. Lawrence’s magic…”

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“Ms. Lawrence said she cursed the black cloth, maybe her curse has worked!” Constantine muttered to the side.

“Get out!” The director called angrily and somewhat aggrieved. “Someone must have collected money from our great writer and prepared such a crappy magic trick. I want to see it. Who wants to come to me in this show, don’t tell me!”

Leave a group of staff who don’t know what to do, looked at each other in blank dismay.

“Continue shooting! Don’t miss a shot!” The director’s roar came from a distance, “Constan, you go find the evidence left by the magic show!”

Constan mumbled’this is simply not magic’ and went to work reluctantly.

The host Benson reacted to the occasion, “Just now we saw the first miracle since the show started! No one knows how Ms. Lawrence did it, maybe she really cursed the black cloth–”

Benson signaled the staff to pull the dark curtain away, and the painting reappeared in everyone’s eyes, “Or maybe this cursed painting can’t wait to appear in our eyes.”

“This painting called “Sad Woman” is not unfamiliar to everyone. You can see reports about it in popular science magazines and science channels.”

The light is on the painting. , Red lips, brown hair, refined face, the woman’s eyes stared at everyone present, or no one.

“Some people say that the lady in this painting is a victim of the witch hunting movement. Others say that this painting was painted by killing Human Demon for his prey.” Benson paused, “Legend On the day of the full moon, the woman in this painting will come alive, crying and crying heartbreakingly, “My Nick”…”

The scene will be quiet.

“Existing experts claim that this was the wife of the court wizard during the reign of England King Henry VII.” Benson raised his hand and wiped his neck. “This court wizard, Sir Nicholas, Sentenced to beheaded in 1492 because he turned the rotten teeth of a noble woman named Griff into fangs—”

“To be honest, fangs are more sexy than rotten teeth. “,” Benson added, “But Ms. Griff obviously doesn’t think so.”

“Experts say that after Sir Nicholas’s death, Ms. Griff’s design murdered Sir Nicholas, who could not return to normal. Wife.”

“Jazz’s wife,” Benson looked towards the painting, facing the godless eyes, “This poor woman ended her young life on a cold rainy night.”

Black’s tail was lowered and was beheaded. It was a jazz called Nicholas. He clearly remembered Gryffindor’s ghost “Headless Nick”, which seemed to be called Nicholas or something.

This painting may be his wife, or it may be able to move like the portraits of Hogwarts!

“Congratulations to the contestants who succeeded in channeling just now!” Benson waved, the black cloth was put down again, and a dozen lights shone among the contestants. “Please wait for these contestants in the next room!”

The woman in the net gauze hat, the psychic man as it should be by rights was selected, apart from this, the man with the hood next to Lena was also selected, probably because his guess can be interpreted as thinking that cloth The woman in the painting behind the curtain is dead, and it is considered crooked.

The bearded man squeezed his fist and yelled, “There is something tricky, the show is broken!” ‘Leaving the scene angrily, there is no way, the woman in the painting and the McDonald’s Uncle have no common ground at all, both wearing red lipstick? That is too far-fetched.

Ms. Linna passed smoothly and left a mystery that no one could explain.

“haha haha, have you seen the expressions of the muggles?” Ron was very excited, “Like the last time Harry and I let the headmaster’s wig fly…”

” Cough, Ron!” Harry quickly covered Ron’s mouth, Ginny was already laughing, Hermione’s brows raised.

“You made the headmaster’s wig fly?!” Hermione disagreed. “To be honest, I don’t really agree with using magic to do these pranks…flew! Hey! It flew out!”

Hermione exclaimed, she noticed that the “Sad Woman” painting after the black cloth flew steadily, as if it had life, like a free white dove, flying out of this room from the window The cage that bound it.

Hermione’s mouth is almost dislocated.

Ron, who listened carefully to the’daily admonitions’, noticed that Hermione stopped suddenly and was not used to it. He looked up and found Hermione’s subtle expression, “It did fly out, and it almost fell on Harry’s On the head…what’s wrong with Hermione?”

“I mean painting!” Hermione pointed to the back of the black cloth, there was nothing there, “It flew away just now!”

“This is not our prank!” Ron panicked, and quickly raised his hands, looking innocent, his elbow touched Harry.

Harry scratched his head, “It’s not me either!”

Ginny wanted to go over and take a look, but was dragged by Hermione and fled the scene, “Go!” Hermione greeted, “Here There may be other wizards!”

“A wizard?” Harry frowned, “Will a real wizard be boring to come to this kind of show?”

“That’s true Not necessarily,” Ron waved his hand. “Living in a magic circle, there is no TV, no cinema, no community park, and households are far apart, there is no street to go shopping, the life of the wizard is boring beyond your imagination!”

“I really don’t know how I endured it before,” Ron admired his original self a little bit at this point. “If I have been to the original one and talked with Pukwudgie for an afternoon, I would still find it interesting Day, I refused.”

The four people mixed into the crowd of onlookers and moved to another venue, the parking lot of the High Gate Cemetery, following the program team.

“Participants, our next challenge is about to begin. Now I will introduce the rules for you,” a staff member appeared with a small card.

“Next, there will be 22 cars in the parking lot of the High Gate Cemetery. We will hide enthusiastic spectators in the trunk of one of the cars. Your task is within half an hour. Find the hidden person.”

“No matter what method you use, there is only one chance to open the trunk of one car.” The staff smiled, “I wish you success.”

When I arrived at Catherine’s tracing stage, new problems emerged at this time.

“Where did Catherine go?”

Hermione looked helpless.