Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Chapter 87 Future

"Don't kill those pottery dwarves, even if they are a bunch of monsters!"

Charles saw Hermione writing seriously again.

After a month of special training with him, Hermione really started having a Madonna attack. In fact, it wasn't really a Madonna.

Because except for the fourth natural disaster, most of the normal plot characters cannot accept slaughtering those monsters for no reason.

Even if they are monsters.

But because the monsters are about to destroy them, the player's behavior is more like a lunatic in their eyes.

Charles is not surprised by this, anyway, with the advent of random big plots, Hermione will soon change this idea.

After she saw those evil wizards turning humans into frogs and crushing them to death, after she saw those evil monsters using villagers as rations.

"Boom!"

Seeing Shire writing, another hidden fish came out. This time, the young girl who came out was much smarter than the young girl before.

He was careful all the way, approaching Shire within five meters without making the slightest sound, and then he raised his gun and hit it.

Then he died.

Just like Felix.

How could it be possible for Charles to sit here and chat with Hermione without making any defenses, the metaphorical magic, the mirror, was sticking to his body again.

The shotgun shot hit him directly, and in an instant, the blood that tore the unlucky guy was splashed, even splashing on Charles' body.

Tapping the wand, Charles cleaned up the blood again, and then used the wand to draw on the notebook by the way.

"Of course not. I have been practicing magic all afternoon, and it is a very safe magic. Don't worry."

He responded calmly.

For this kind of white lie, Charles is very experienced. After all, in his heart, he doesn't want any girl to be hurt because of him.

Sure enough, upon hearing Charles' answer, the little girl was very satisfied.

After a few brief chats again, after hearing Hermione complain about how nervous Harry was, the two made an appointment to meet in the library at night, and ended the chat.

Ciel put the notebook away and picked up his wand again.

"Zi-"

He started drawing the portal again, Karma Taj's portal, and this time, it seemed bigger than any Shire had ever opened.

With the continuous expansion of the portal, the situation behind the portal also slowly appeared in the portal, where...

"boom!"

The earth fell from the sky with an impact that seemed to shake the earth.

The portal that Charles opened was not to leave here, but to transfer a part of the buildings in the fairyland. He randomly selected a border town of the Red Queen, opened the portal below the ground, and directly moved the small A corner of the town was cut off.

"Boom!"

A corner of the huge town fell from the sky, damaging nearby buildings in sevens and eighties.

But destroying buildings is not the goal of Shire. The poker guards who followed the town are what he really needs.

Dodging the Ace of Spades that came out of nowhere with all his strength, Ciel took a step back, and his whole body turned into black mist again and floated around.

Part of the fairyland has entered the real world, and there is no one alive in the town.

When the Ministry of Magic came to investigate the reason, they would come to such a conclusion.

That's enough to send the bureaucrats to work.

. . .

Hogwarts.

Charles, who returned to Hogwarts, was lucky enough to catch dinner. He seemed like nothing had happened. He chatted and laughed with Hermione, filled his stomach, and then returned to the Slytherin lounge.

Everything is the same as usual.

Draco greeted him, and still chatted with Pansy and others in the lounge, and Charles returned to the dormitory alone.

In the afternoon he killed a lot of people, some innocent, and maybe some not so innocent.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Charles looked at his wand.

Ten and a quarter inch walnut, dragon heartstring wand, as seen a thousand times in the game.

This wand has killed the sun god Ra, killed innocent children, waged wars, and kept world peace.

Charles didn't feel uncomfortable because of the massacre, he was just thinking about whether he needed to restrain himself or change his style.

If the virtual reality game is adjusted to a high degree of fidelity, it can almost simulate reality 100%, especially for a stand-alone game, even if it is an orthodox big game, there is such a thing as a script.

Shire was no stranger to the smell of blood.

In fact, he can lie to himself that none of the next three major plots is easy to clear. Orendon and Fairy Tale Town are the most peaceful. Even so, once Orendon's evil alliance appears, it will also start a war , Countless casualties.

If he doesn't prepare for the latter two in advance, it will be the rhythm of the whole line of collapse. Dumbledore will definitely not be able to resist it alone.

If Dumbledore does everything, then what else does the player character have to do.

Now the death of a few people is just to protect more people.

But in fact, in fact, he did set off a massacre, in order to meet the following random plot.

Charles didn't know whether he was righteous or evil, right or wrong, he only knew that if he did this thing today, it wouldn't be so bad in the future.

. . .

Oz, the Emerald City.

The owner of the silver shoes was squatting next to a cage. Not far away, a large vat was slowly boiling and boiling. This vat had a typical witch style, with a round belly, as tall as half a person, filled with Green soup was poured out, exuding an unpleasant smell.

"Scar."

"Fortunately, I didn't expect you to be alive, so please donate your heart."

"roll!"

In the cage, the aged male lion with a scratch on his left eye looked weakly at the green witch in front of him, and let out a belated roar.

"We should cooperate."

"Your heart, my magic, I can awaken Maleficent."

"As long as she and I successfully cast that spell, everything can be reversed. Your sacrifice now is just for a better future."

"You in the future will get everything, the throne? Lions? No, you, will be the only... king on the grassland!"

The owner of the silver dancing shoes said softly.

"Witch, you are always good at playing tricks."

The aged Scar sneered.

"Perhaps that's why you failed."

"But not this time."

The owner of the silver dancing shoes said immediately.

"Definitely not, the reason...you know."

"That spell, the spell that Jafar once mentioned, you still really believe him...we are villains!"

Scar sneered.

"Can't even the villains trust each other these days?"

And Scar is indeed a scheming and conspiratorial type. Just a word made the owner of the silver dancing shoes doubt her life. She seemed to have lost her goal and muttered to herself like a salted fish.

No wonder she couldn't bear the blow, because everything she worked hard at this time was based on the fact that the spell Jia Fangcheng said was effective. If the spell was invalid, then everything might be true..

"Not so long ago I believed in you."

"And now I'm in a cage."

Scar yawned.

Looking at the owner of the silver dancing shoes who stopped talking, Scar shook his furry lion head. After so many years, this guy still hasn't made any progress.

never mind

"But, anyway, I'm going to die of old age, so it doesn't hurt to try."

Scar said again.

The eyes of the owner of the silver dancing shoes lit up immediately.

"If possible, I would really like to believe that what you say is true."

After saying this, Scar didn't wait for the other party to respond, and said directly.

"I volunteer my heart."

"Now, let's do it."

The owner of the silver dancing shoes took out a dagger.

"I'm sorry, Scar, but it's all for...for the future."

"I know."

Scar closed his eyes.