Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 150

Magicians from all over the world gathered in a makeshift room, sitting on plastic chairs in anticipation of the first challenge.

Among the contestants who came alone, Lena stood out with a black dog on a leash and an owl standing on her shoulders.

"Ma'am, do you run a pet store?" A mysterious-looking man with a hood next to Lianna joked, "I sincerely don't recommend you to wear it like this, it doesn't look mysterious at all."

"Look at me, a wizard, wearing a magical magic hood," the hooded man pointed to his hat, "I can't see clearly, it's looming, and the unknown can make people curious."

Heh, Blake, who was lying on the ground, cast a subtle look.

Lena shrugged and showed a gentle smile, "Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Wizard, I am an animal whisperer. These animals are my friends and have magical powers."

The Hooded Man didn't understand what magic a black dog and a silly-looking owl could have. He smiled perfunctorily and complained to the contestant on the other side.

"Excellent contestants!" The host Benson stood at the front of the room, the light shining on his golden hair, making him look dazzling, "Welcome to the match site of the British Psychic Battle, I believe that every one of you Everyone wants to hold the blue-handed trophy that belongs to the champion-"

"Some people are trying to prove themselves, some people really have the strength, but some people just want to fish in troubled waters," Benson paused, "So without further ado, let's start our first challenge, 'Black After the cloth'!"

Hermione, who was hiding in the corner of the backstage, suddenly felt that something was wrong, "Damn it!" She grabbed Ron's arm beside her.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Ron, who was looking at him, was taken aback, "Darkness bit the fake wizard next to him?"

"What?" Hermione nervously watched the show crew's actions, "They have replaced the challenge of the first level, it's no longer about finding people!"

The host Benson put down the black cloth behind him, "The first level this time is different from the past. The contestants need to guess what is hidden behind the black cloth behind me within a certain period of time..."

"All kinds of means are allowed, divination, black magic, or to see something from the stars, of course, you can also look at the sun," Benson pointed to the black cloth behind him, "If you want to curse the black piece behind me Bu, hurry up then—"

"The challenge begins!"

The room suddenly became noisy.

The bearded man who was pestering the staff in the forest before looked around, trying to find a real medium who could reveal something to himself.

The man in the suit holding the Ouija board looked calm, but his trembling hands betrayed him, should we stop there? He was not reconciled.

The woman wearing the same mesh hat as Audrey Hepburn was the first to appear.

She stood in front of the black cloth, stretched out her hand, and muttered, "What's in it? What's in it? I feel sadness, I feel someone crying..."

"There is also the sound of water," the woman closed her eyes, "I heard the sound of water... a feeling of despair..."

The room was quiet, and most of the people looked bad.

What's behind the cloth? For a time, it became the suspicion of everyone.

The contestants took the plunge.

"It's a plate of fruit," the woman who drew an unknown symbol on the ground was confident.

"I can feel it, bright yellow and brilliant red!" The bearded man stared at the black cloth with vacant eyes, and seemed to see all-black colors on it. "It's a man in a McDonald's suit!"

He seems to have inferred from previous sponsors of British psychic battles.

The man holding the Ouija board finally stood in front of the cloth, waved his hand in the air, pressed it on the Ouija board, closed his eyes, and moved his fingers.

"G, I, R, L," the host Benson helped record the words he spent, "it seems that this contestant's Ouija board thinks there is a girl hidden behind the black cloth..."

"Oh! New words appear again, I, K, N, O... This time it's a sentence, Iknowwhokilledme," the host Benson touched his arm, "God, I don't know what I've witnessed—"

"But it's so weird!" The hooded man leaned forward, "Does he really have his eyes closed? God, what is hiding behind the curtain? There's not a corpse, right?!"

His words caused even greater panic around him.

Blake sniffed the air, the smell of cheap perfume, the smell of McDonald's, the smell of stinky socks, the smell of paint on the walls.

It couldn't be a corpse, and there was no sense of despair.

The hooded man came on stage. He leaned closer to the black cloth and breathed frantically, trying to smell something that didn't belong to the earth. "It's a corpse," he said, "I'm pretty sure."

Benson raised his eyebrows, "Wow! Respect your judgment, sir."

It was about time for Lena to play, Catherine suddenly flew up, and came back soon after with a small note, which was in Hermione's handwriting.

'Curse the black cloth' The short sentence above made Lina laugh successfully.

"Then we invite our last contestant to come on stage~www.mtlnovel.com~ Benson waved his hand and put the light on Lena," Ms. Lena Lawrence, author of the best-selling book "Wizard's Diary", likes occultism Will she surprise us? "

Lena played alone, without leading Da Hei.

"Don't you bring your pet? No, your magical friend?" Benson also felt that the normal Lianna looked out of place with this group of psychics in strange clothes, and couldn't help joking, "Or take a copy of your magical powers. The Witcher's Diary, that might bring you luck?"

"Bring it on ma'am! If you lose here, you won't have the chance to promote your new book!" The contestants began to boo.

Lina still smiled, "I'm really not here to promote the new book," she walked to the black cloth.

"Then let's wait and see," Benson gave up the position to Lena, "but let me ask one more thing, you don't need any spellcasting materials?"

"No, I believe we will soon know what's behind the black cloth."

"Then what are you going to do?" Benson always felt that he would hear something interesting.

"Curse the black cloth," Lena said in a normal tone.

"Curse the black cloth!?" Benson really couldn't help it, and laughed lightly, which was just as ridiculous as the bearded man who speculated that the black cloth was behind Uncle McDonald.

"Cough," he coughed, "then please start your performance."

Lena glanced at Hermione, who was hiding beside her, without a trace, and nodded lightly.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the black cloth.

"Curse."

This simple word made the contestants, including the staff, laugh, thinking that Lena was like a clown.

But who is the real clown?

Hermione waved her wand.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Chapter end

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