Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 151

The thick 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 painting of a woman dressed in medieval aristocratic clothing, with dull eyes 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.

"It's a painting with a noble lady on it, she looks terrified," Lena smiled, "I guess."

She guessed 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 it was not something he could do.

A man who is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 120 pounds cannot lift the curtain, but a woman who is 1.7 meters tall and weighs less than 100 did it without touching the black cloth.

"I cursed the black cloth," Lianna said in a normal tone, "that's what I do."

Standing in the middle of the contestants, listening to the commotion of the surrounding crowd, Blake was very excited, his tail was wagging very fast, aha! Look at Muggles! This is magic!

If he could speak, he would have already started applauding.

The director, who almost fell off his chair, was a little confused, "What's going on?!" He angrily pulled over the staff next to him, "Why don't I remember there was such a magic show? Who are you? Does she have any money?"

The staff looked dumbfounded, "We were all busy here just now, and no one went to help with Ms. Lawrence's magic..."

"Ms. Lawrence said she cursed the black cloth, maybe her curse came true!" Constance muttered at the side.

"Fuck off!" The director called angrily and a little aggrieved, "Someone must have collected money from our great writer and prepared such a lame magic trick, I want to see who wants to come to my show. One kick, don't tell me!"

Leaving a group of staff who didn't know what to do looked at each other.

"Continue shooting! Don't miss a single shot!" The director's roar came from a distance, "Constance, look for the evidence left by the magic show!"

Constant muttering 'This isn't magic at all' as she reluctantly went to work.

The host Benson responded immediately, "Just now we witnessed the first miracle since the show started! No one knows how Ms. Lawrence did it, maybe she really cursed the black cloth—"

Benson motioned for the staff to pull the shady 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 believed to be familiar to everyone. You can see reports about it in popular science magazines or the Science Channel."

The light shines on the painting, red lips, brown hair, delicate face, the woman's eyes are staring at everyone present, or no one is looking.

"Some people say the lady in this painting is a victim of witch hunts, and some people say that this painting was painted by a murderer for his prey," Benson paused, "It is said that on the full moon, this painting was The woman in the painting will come to life, crying, crying, 'My Nick'..."

The scene was quiet.

"Existing experts say that this is the wife of a court wizard during the reign of King Henry VII of England," Benson raised his hand and wiped his neck. "The court wizard, Sir Nicholas, was sentenced to behead in 1492 because He turned the rotten teeth of a noble woman named Griff into fangs—"

"To be honest, fangs are much sexier than rotten teeth," Benson added, "but Ms. Greve obviously doesn't think so."

"Experts say Ms Griff, who was unable to return to normal after Sir Nicholas's death, engineered the murder of Sir Nicholas's wife."

"Sir's wife," Benson looked at the painting and met those godless eyes, "this poor woman ended her young life in the cold rainy night."

Black's tail was put down and he was beheaded. What kind of Sir, he was called Nicholas, he clearly remembered the ghost of Gryffindor "Headless Nick", which seemed to be called Nicholas or something.

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

"Congratulations to the contestants who have successfully channeled just now!" Benson waved, the black cloth was put down again, and a dozen lights shone among the contestants, "Please wait in the next room for these contestants!"

The woman with the net gauze hat and the man with the Ouija board were naturally selected. In addition, the hooded man beside Linna was also selected. It may be because his guess can be interpreted as thinking that the woman in the painting behind the curtain is dead, and also It's a crooked hit.

The bearded man clenched his fists and shouted, 'There is something tricky, the show is broken! 'Leaving the scene angrily, there is no way, the woman in the painting and Uncle McDonald have nothing in common at all, they both wear red lipstick? That's too far-fetched.

Ms. Lena passed smoothly, leaving a mystery that no one can explain.

"Hahahaha, 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 up..."

"Cough, Ron!" Harry quickly covered Ron's mouth, Ginny had already started to laugh, and Hermione's brows raised.

"You made the headmaster's wig fly?!" Hermione disagreed. "To be honest, I'm not a big fan of using magic to do these pranks... It flew! Hey! It flew out!"

Hermione exclaimed, she noticed that the "Sad Woman" painting behind the black cloth flew smoothly, as if it had life, like a free white dove, flying out of the cage that bound it from the window.

Hermione's mouth was nearly dislocated.

Ron, who listened carefully to the 'daily admonition', noticed Hermione's sudden stop, and was a little unaccustomed to it. He looked up and found Hermione's subtle expression, "It did fly out and almost fell on Harry's head. What's up, Hermione?"

"I mean painting!" Hermione pointed to the back of the black cloth, there was nothing there~www.mtlnovel.com~ It just flew away! "

"It's not our prank!" Ron panicked, raised his hands quickly, his face innocent, and touched Harry with his elbows.

Harry scratched his head, "It's not me either!"

Ginny wanted to go and have a look, but was dragged away by Hermione and fled the scene, "Come on!" Hermione greeted, "There may be other wizards here!"

"A wizard?" Harry frowned. "Would a real wizard be bored to be on a show like this?"

"That's really not necessarily true," Ron waved his hand. "Living in the wizarding world, there is no TV, no cinema, no community park, every house is far apart, and there is no street to go shopping, so the life of a wizard is so boring. your imagination!"

"I really don't know how I endured it," said Ron with some admiration for his former self, "If the current me is allowed to go to the days where I used to chat with goblins for an afternoon and still find it interesting, I will refuse. of."

The four of them mixed into the onlookers, and followed the program team to another competition venue, the Gaomen Cemetery parking lot.

"Contestants, our next challenge is about to begin, and now it's up to me to introduce the rules to you," a staff member appeared with a small card.

"Next, there will be twenty-two cars in the parking lot of Gaomen Cemetery. We will hide an enthusiastic audience in the trunk of one of the cars. Your task is to find the hidden person within half an hour."

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

When it came to Catherine's tracing session, a new problem arose.

"Where did Catherine go?"

Hermione looked helpless.

Chapter end