Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Outside the Yumanji game world, in neat rows of tents, one with a huge off-white letter X sprayed on the top of the tent, three handsome and handsome detectives also gathered together to listen carefully .

With their blind eyes on all situations in the Yumanji game, any information is valuable and worth collecting.

The logistics guy wearing earphones danced his hands very fast, while recording the sound data, while searching in the database, trying to compare the owner of the sound.

Of course, he must have gotten nothing.

Out of the fine tradition of the FBI, the X trio did not tell other colleagues the clues they discovered, but secretly hid them in their tents, and only the three of them shared this secret.

The feeling of eating alone does not poke the needle.

And as more and more voices narrated on the radio waves, the three of them felt that they seemed to have discovered a great secret.

As members of X-Files who have been exposed to many supernatural powers, it is not that the x trio have not been exposed to magic. They have had many experiences with magic.

But these experiences are really hard for ordinary people to understand, so they can't be sure whether what they encounter is magic or some other unexplainable supernatural phenomenon.

After all, their level is not enough, and they have no access to the relationship between the upper class and the magic world. The existence of wizards has always been concealed from them.

But now, they feel, they seem to be pushing the door of a new world.

………………

At the same time, not far from the tent, in the open forest, Dumbledore was wearing a half-moon lens and wearing stars dotted on his body, standing here like a wizard robe for a Christmas dinner.

But surrounded by people coming and going, no one could see him.

After fumbling with his hands for a while, he pulled out a long pipe from his wide cuffs, lit it, and took a puff happily.

After leaving school, he can finally stay away from those greasy sweets and take out his favorite pipe. Only Merlin knows why the other him likes sweets so much.

"I, I'm in."

"It's really nostalgic."

"You, are you sure, that, that thing is here?"

Suddenly, an intermittent voice came from the big tree next to Dumbledore. He sounded very old, and his breath was very weak. When he spoke, he seemed to be out of breath at any moment, almost It's about to die.

"I am very sure."

Taking another sip, Dumbledore replied with narrowed eyes.

"I see."

The voice responded.

Taking another sip happily, Dumbledore knocked on his pipe and spoke again.

"Our little friend seems to be doing a little bit of work lately. Has he had too many girlfriends?"

"Heh, heh."

"Isn't this you, the youth you mentioned?"

The dying voice was still trembling, with almost no ups and downs, but the slightest smile could still be heard.

"Remind him sometime."

Dumbledore knocked the ashes out of his pipe. He didn't have the kindness and gentleness of the past at all, but he was decisive, crisp and neat.

"I, I will try my best."

"Ahem!"

The voice coughed violently.

Dumbledore pushed his crescent lens, his expression was serious and stern, and gradually became milder, becoming the one familiar to everyone in Hogwarts.

Then in the next instant, countless black arms spread out from his body, drilled out from under the robe, and drilled out from under the hat, grabbing his body, as if trying to strangle him to death.

"call!"

The arms twisted and grabbed him, as if they wanted to drag him into another world. There was only a soft whistling sound, and in a blink of an eye, Dumbledore disappeared in place.

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"As the story is told slowly, a dusty old past is slowly revealed, and the horrible story happened in this desolate amusement park..."

The narration stops abruptly.

Under the glare of Britta, Annie and others, Abdi had to make a gesture of zipping his mouth, indicating that he could keep quiet.

Well, he shut up, he just knew it.

Doesn't anyone care about adding narration to make it more atmospheric?

Ciel ignored this technical geek who was joking around anytime and anywhere. He quickly told the situation of the amusement park, and then began to ask about the situation of the group of enemies behind Hank.

The danger was in the darkness, and the two of them were very straightforward, and it didn't take five minutes to communicate.

"So, the enemy we are facing now..."

After listening to Charles' narration, Hank put his arms around his arms, and the muscles in his arms and pectoralis major instantly bulged like armor.

"Only the last killer leader left in the amusement park, the tiger puppet Willie."

Charles answered while looking around.

With Hank's passive skills controlling the place, all of them gather together, and it is difficult to force the plot to kill these dark killers.

Even if there is, Hank's passive skills can counter it.

So they still have some prep time.

"And according to your description, there are mutated monsters on Route 57, monsters living in the Middle Bay Valley of California that have mutated due to radiation, and serial killers Michael Myers, Jason, and... the needle ghost. .”

"You can also call him the Priest of Hell."

"no name?"

Hank asked.

Charles shook his head.

Hank didn't ask, just like he didn't ask why Ciel knew so many things. Sometimes, some things should be pretended to be confused.

Moreover, many serial killers are unidentified, let alone working serial killers.

"but.."

After Charles' narration, their situation at this time gradually became clearer, and everyone's eyes were no longer darkened. It seemed that even the surrounding darkness was much brighter.

But everyone present, including Beth and Cage, had distorted and inexplicable expressions on their faces.

In the end, Hank's son Sean couldn't help but complain.

"Why are there so many mutant monsters on the road! Why are there so many serial killers here!"

It can be seen that the young man's mentality is a little broken.

As a guy full of adventurous spirit, he naturally watches horror movies a lot, but the movie is in the movie, and the real world encounters a situation where one step in the movie, crossing a road, and a serial killer still makes him a little bit unacceptable. .

But what can Charles do, he can only shrug helplessly.

Who made this a new land of outstanding people, the answer to this question, I am afraid only Merlin can know.