The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Dirt road, water wheel, wooden house, wooden bridge.

Reinforced concrete has not yet had time to take over the village, and the tram tracks have not brought in the decadent atmosphere of the economic downturn. In addition to the school and a few small shops, the simple village has only one coffee shop that is the most fashionable with a floor.

, a wooden door is installed on the door, and the sign will glow when electricity is applied at night.

Two military jeeps followed a black Toyota car and parked in front of the cafe, and a frail man with light brown hair walked out.

Before getting out of the car, Kyle Garrick, who was driving, turned to DeWitt and said, "Boy, it's your turn to come out and translate the words of these little devils."

Several burly rough guys jumped out of the car and stood behind DeWitt like door gods. The purpose of bringing DeWitt was to act as a translator, but the man who came out of the coffee shop spoke, and he spoke in English:

"Everyone, please come in."

Even though the sun was directly overhead, Simon Riley, who got out of the car behind, did not take off his skull mask and goggles. When he passed by DeWitt, he patted DeWitt on the shoulder and gestured.

Gives a thumbs up, which means "I don't need you anymore, just have fun".

DeWitt squinted his eyes, lowered his head to avoid the dazzling sunlight, and followed into the coffee shop.

Nico was left outside to look at the car.

"My name is Fumito Nanahara," the young shop owner said with a smile, "I am also the one who extended the invitation to Mr. Price."

There was no one else in the shop, so Shichihara Fumito made a cup of coffee for each of DeWitt and his party - hand-ground coffee, which was very particular, but no one drank it.

"I hope what you brought out is satisfactory." John McTavish said, putting his strong arms on the counter.

"Please wait until the evening," said Shichihara Fumito, who kept smiling and was very polite, but his smile made people with a keen eye think it was fake: "before that, please allow me to entertain you well."

There is no hotel in the village, so the so-called hospitality is to take people to the local shrine.

The shrine is on a hill. Walking through the long shrine and passing through the torii gate, the dark green T-shirts on your body are so hot that they almost stick to your body. The soldiers are silent and communicating with each other with their eyes.

The owners of this land are a father and daughter. The daughter is currently in school and the father is cleaning at the shrine.

The well in the center of the courtyard exudes a slightly damp coolness. The shrine is said to be a shrine, but there is no god enshrined there. The owner of the shrine, Changyi Weifang, is a taciturn man. The white robe he wears is very local. He is leading a group of people.

After arriving at a row of huts on the side of the mountain top, I bowed and said goodbye.

Shichihara Fumito will not stay for a long time. He said that he would come back in the evening and take him to see things that can only be seen at night.

After closing the door of the cabin, Gary Sanderson looked out through the crack in the door and did not leave until he confirmed that no one was there.

"What do you think?" John McTavish, the highest-ranking military officer, was the first to speak. He called the name: "Ghost, you speak first."

Ghost is Simon Riley's code name, just like John McTavish's code name is Soap. He said: "The owner of the shrine is very strong, extremely strong."

Nicholas smiled meaningfully, and his smile turned the topic in a philosophical direction.

"I may not be able to have a relaxing vacation," Soap frowned and said, "Xiaoqiang, can we call for support?"

Gary Sanderson replied: "Due to international influence, the base cannot send troops to support, and we can only get airdropped supplies."

"Then call," Soap looked at DeWitt and joked: "Would you like one for you?"

In the afternoon, the group of guests who came from afar were divided into two teams. One team went to receive the equipment, and the other team took DeWitt with them to collect intelligence in the village.

"Something's not right." Soap said.

Now he and DeWitt have been around the area, from shops to residential areas and then to schools.

"Don't people have entertainment here? Only school - makes me feel normal..."

"Is it normal?" DeWitt looked at the name of the school. It was a middle school. He asked, "Are the students in the middle school all in their twenties?"

"But that female teacher has a big butt," Nikolai smacked his lips, looked away from the telescope opening, and added: "There are traces of training, and she is dressed more fashionably than a model in New York."

I have to admit, the school uniform skirts here are short.

"Go and meet the ghosts and the others first," Soap frowned and said, "Let's go."

The secret of the town was not hidden from outsiders like DeWitt, but the answer was not openly announced either.

The first is the unreasonable population density and the infrastructure that is inconsistent with the geographical location. The second is the crowd in the town. Most of them are people in their twenties to forties. Even the students in middle schools are like this. They stay in the town at such a young age.

Disguise yourself in a remote place and wait to die?

"What does this mean?" Soap asked.

"Do you feel like this is an experimental site?" DeWitt said: "Everyone is acting, but the experimental subjects are not aware of it. We are here, probably because of this."

"Social experiment? What does this have to do with the military? If it is just a simple study of social relations, they have no right to contact us."

Everything has to wait until night.

While waiting for nightfall, the team members met the shrine owner's daughter, who came back from the middle school where the students' ages did not match the actual age after school - Changyi Saya.

This is a slender and tall black-haired girl. Her long and thick hair is tied into two thick braids. The hair tie is very tight and restrains a small section of hair. She wears a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of her nose. Her dark eyes stand out from the lenses.

It reflects an innocent look, and also has a bit of simple cuteness. She is not afraid to see burly foreign men. She changes her clothes and bows to the people in the team.

"Want to shake hands?" Soap asked DeWitt: "What is this girl talking about?"

"Don't worry about it," DeWitt said, looking at the back of Xiaoye who was changing clothes and leaving: "She just said hello, you know - Japan - bow... hum."

This girl is not simple, a voice said in DeWitt's heart.

In the evening, Fumito Nanahara reappeared at the shrine. He did not care at all about the vigilance of DeWitt and others, and enthusiastically invited them to see the experimental results.

At this moment, Changyi Xiaoye rushed out with a samurai sword in a black and red scabbard. Her vision was blocked by the spell, so she couldn't see the foreigners beside her.

"Please." Qi Yuanwen said.

DeWitt and Soap followed, while the rest stayed behind as support and logistical support.

There is no light source in the town at night except street lights. Every house has its lights dark, as if there is no one here.

"You must have noticed something unusual here," Shichihara Fumito said, leading the way: "This place was specially built because of a certain person."

Soap asked: "Changing clothes Xiaoye?"

"Changing clothes Xiaoye," Shichihara scholar said: "That's her."