Hogwarts: I really don't want to be a wizard

Chapter 137 In a coma again
Probably no one has ever thought that someone could steal something from Area 51.

Or from a closed chamber where apparation is prohibited and monitored by countless probes.

Everyone in Area 51 has gone through layers of investigation since they decided to transfer here.

Only after it is confirmed that his wealth is innocent and he has the belief that he can devote himself to the country at any time, and then undergoes training and selection at all levels, will he be transferred to Area 51 to serve.

The moment the temporal stabilizer was lost, the entire Area 51 immediately began the most rigorous closed investigation.

No one is allowed to leave any area until the investigation department arrives, and any form of private contact is prohibited.

After all, according to the security management of Area 51, there is absolutely no possibility of being invaded here.

Therefore, when something was lost here, the first thing they considered was that there was a mole in Area 51.

The use of magic is forbidden, and wizards can only get in through various means to get what they want.

However, even if the president wants to come to Area 51, he must go through many levels of checkpoints here, from the most basic biological verification to the high-end soul detection, they all have to go through it.

They couldn't figure out how someone could sneak in.

And also went to the most rigorous underground chamber.

Therefore, after Gretel picked up the temporal stabilizer, Area 51 instantly launched a picketing program that had not been started since the setting up.

While they were still wondering who the ghost was, Gretel had already left here.

Time goes back to when Gretel just entered the secret room.

It had been many years since he had obtained the panel, but he had never seen the panel behave in such a rude manner.

It is like a traveler who has been thirsty for a long time in the desert and suddenly encounters an oasis full of cool lake water.

It is also like a hungry ghost who has been starving in hell for hundreds of thousands of years and sees extremely delicious delicacies.

But even this instinctive desire for life is not as good as one ten-thousandth of the anxious attitude of the panel.

Gretel pondered for a long time in the state of magic particles. He was thinking about how to put the balance in front of him into his small bag without exposing himself.

It's impossible to show up. There are too many probes here.

If he dares to leave the state of magic particles and appear here in the form of his own body, he will be destroyed by human nature in an instant.

Those never-ending probes will not let go of any life form that appears in this secret room without permission.

Gretel estimated his reaction speed and the response time of the spell, but he gave up the idea of ​​using the spell to harden the tip by five or six millimeters.

The fastest reaction speed of normal humans is about 0.2~0.3 seconds. For people with special training, their reaction speed can be reduced to 0.1 seconds.

Switching to a wizard, this data will not be much different.

Even if he was fully focused, it would take at least 0.05 seconds, or fifty milliseconds, to react.

But in such a small and exquisite secret room, the bullet speed of the specially modified machine gun has already exceeded one kilometer per second.

According to his calculations, the moment his life signal appeared here, within one thousandth of a second, the bullet could penetrate his body.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for Gretel to compete with electronic components in terms of reaction speed.

Then he had to think about how to make him cast spells normally when he was in the state of magic particles.

Only by casting the spell in advance could he have a slight possibility of pocketing the time stabilizer.

However, letting himself be in the state of magic particles to cast spells is also a problem that he has never overcome.

The curse will definitely cause fluctuations in magic particles, but now he has become one with the ubiquitous magic particles.

It's hard to say whether the magic particles that make up his body will be consumed by the magic spell in order to cast a spell.

If he is unlucky and consumes the magic particles that make up the vital organs of his body, he may never have the chance to return to the physical state.

So far, the only spell that does not cause self-depletion is the one that purely involves the soul level when communicating with Fred before.

But now, he wants to get the temporal stabilizer in his hands while ensuring his own safety.

So he needs at least one Utopia to protect him from the surrounding machine guns.

Considering the ability to withstand the curse and the lethality of this specially modified machine gun, Gretel may need more than one shield.

All told, there is an unknown amount of magic power to be used.

It's not like he didn't consider destroying all the weapons here, and then taking the time stabilizer away generously.

But after careful observation, he just cursed secretly, the people in Area 51 are all madmen.

All weapons are connected to a sensor, and the other end of the sensor is connected to a tactical bomb buried in the wall.

As long as more than one-third of the weapons here fail at the same time, all tactical bombs will be detonated instantly.

I don’t know if they were thinking that they would rather destroy the time stabilizer than give anyone the chance to steal it.

Even if he can block machine gun fire, he can't block tactical bomb bombing.

It wasn't until Gretel got close to the temporal stabilizer that he realized that things seemed not that troublesome.

Because the moment it gets closer, the panel begins to automatically absorb the power from the time stabilizer.

Grete tentatively stretched out his hand. The space was in a trance, and the time stabilizer disappeared from his eyes in an instant.

Then, as if the panel was full, a black hole exploded in space, and countless magic particles were instantly swallowed by the sudden gravity.

Caught off guard, Grete was swallowed by the black hole without even escaping.

His mind, soul, also fell into infinite darkness the moment he approached the black hole.

It was also at this time that the security procedures in the entire secret room were instantly activated.

Along with the machine gun firing without blind spots, the tactical bombs also exploded with a loud bang.

In other words, this secret room is made of special steel, otherwise the entire Area 51 might be bombed to the sky.

The moment the deafening roar reached the upper floors, the entire area was sealed within seconds.

But at this time, Gretel has been completely swallowed by the black hole and completely disappeared from this space.

No matter how they tried to investigate the non-existent 'ghost', Grete was trapped by the black hole and appeared in a strange world.

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Gretel didn't pay any attention to his own image, and just fell down on the street covered with black water.

He felt a little unspeakably melancholy, as if he had been inextricably linked to coma ever since he came into contact with the magical world.

Every year, for various strange reasons, I fall into a coma.

Although every time he wakes up from a coma, he will get some benefits more or less, but he really doesn't like this kind of situation that he can't control.

That would make him very insecure.

Grete had been lying in the sewage for nearly half an hour.

It's not that he doesn't want to wake up, it's that he is all over now, only the slightly undulating chest can prove that he is barely alive.

It was difficult for him to control other places, not to mention his limbs, even his eyelids.The spirit is still intact, but the body cannot be controlled.

I remembered the terrifying scene of the tactical bomb exploding before I was swallowed by the black hole.

For a moment, Gretel couldn't tell whether he was blown up by the bomb or swallowed up by the black hole.

Thinking about it carefully, Gretel felt that it would be better to be swallowed by the black hole. At least, he still had a complete body now.

Although there is no way to control it for the time being, he can barely perceive it.

However, Gretel felt that if he lay down like this again, it might not be too far away for him to see the god of death.

But this alley is obviously very remote, otherwise it wouldn't take half an hour without even a single person being seen.

The only living thing was a mouse, not far from him, making squeaking sounds of hunger.

The mouse didn't know how long it had been hungry, but it finally couldn't bear it any longer and rushed towards the huge creature lying in the sewage in front of it.

Just when Gretel felt that he would be eaten by rats, a series of hurried footsteps came towards him.

However, the person who came here was obviously not here to save him. His target was the mouse in front of him.

Gretel could only rely on his sense of hearing to distinguish the visitor's movements.

When he rushed out, the mouse that had just rushed to Grete's side was trying to get into his cuffs in a panic.

The furry touch, accompanied by the sharp squeaking sound, made Gretel uncontrollably feel chills.

In his previous life, he had never had such close contact with a mouse.

He wanted to struggle to shake out the rat that was scurrying madly from left to right in his sleeve.

But after trying for a long time, there was no reaction in my limbs.

Fortunately, someone came to rescue him from this embarrassing situation.

Seeing the mouse get into the sleeve in a panic, the visitor seemed very excited, and rushed to Gretel's side in big strides.

First, he pinched his cuffs tightly, and then with quick eyes and hands, he held down the mouse that couldn't rush out in time.

One person and one mouse struggled for a long time, and finally ended in failure of the mouse.

Maybe he was afraid that the mouse would escape, but the visitor punched him countless times through his clothes.

Finally, the rat stopped struggling. The pungent smell of blood mixed with the stink of the rat's body attacked Grete's nasal cavity crazily.

After killing the mouse, Grete thought that this man would be kind enough to save him.

But he never thought that the man quickly started rummaging around Gretel's body.

The accessories and small bags on his body were all groped by the visitor.

Finally, he took off Gretel's coat with difficulty, and then quickly left the alley with cheerful steps.

If his lips could still move, Gretel would have let out a long sigh.

I think of him as a time traveler, a first-class wizard in the magical world, a great figure who created the dawn of light with his bare hands.

One day he would be paralyzed on the street and almost eaten by rats.

In the end, he was ransacked. The point is, he didn't even know the face of the ransacker.

The only thing he could tell was that the person who had just killed the rat, prevented him from becoming rat food, and looted him by the way, was a little guy.

Those slender, no, should be called skinny limbs, took a lot of effort when stripping off his clothes.

Facing the sky, Grete had some doubts as to where the black hole had sent him.

The panel also seemed to be dead. Apart from creating a black hole for him, there was no other movement.

He looks like a green forest thief who cares about killing but not burying him, and like a scumbag who has succeeded and only enjoys himself without taking responsibility.

The feeling from the limbs has become weaker and weaker, and the rise and fall of the chest has also become more and more slight.

But his spirit became more and more excited. Gretel felt that if he died in this deserted alley, he would probably never see the God of Death.

I wonder if the ghost team at Hogwarts is willing to accept him.

Grete thought that if he became a ghost, he should compete with Ms. Gray for the seat of Ravenclaw's ghost representative.

But considering the cold temperament of Helena Ravenclaw, the girl who was stabbed to death by the Bloody Balor and turned into a ghost, she probably wouldn't compete with him for this position.

Grete also thought of the dawn.

Well, it's better to become a ghost than to go to the kingdom of death.

In this way, maybe he will have a chance to see the new world brought by the dawn.

It doesn't prevent him from advising Seni and the others.

However, they have to elect a new leader. After all, a ghost cannot be the leader of Dawn.

Unable to open his eyes, he couldn't even observe the magic particles everywhere, nor could he call for their help.

Magic particles have a certain meaning of existence through observation.

It's hard to tell whether Gretel is arrogant or not. Even though death is imminent, he doesn't feel any panic.

Until now, the only thing he couldn't bear to let go of might be the career he had started. He wanted to raise his arms and lead all the wizards to live freely in the sun.

Everyone is free to choose the career they want.

Because of his identity as a wizard, he might be beaten to death at any time like the gray-haired mouse just now.

What a pity~
Gretel sighed in his heart.

At this moment, he heard the sound of footsteps running quickly in the distance, which was very familiar.

It was the kid who just took his coat off.

Grete suddenly thought of something, this kid wasn't here to peel off his pants, was he?

So, just now you were merciful and left him some underwear and pants to hide his shame. Is it inconvenient to take them away?

Now that the hands are clean, come back and recycle the waste?

At the thought of dying naked, Gretel's peaceful heart was no longer peaceful.

The child ran to his side, carefully put his hand in front of his nose, feeling the very weak breath.

Then he leaned down and put his ear close to his chest.

After a long time, he stood up and let out a long breath.

Then, he moved Gretel up with difficulty, pulled Gretel's arms, and lifted his upper body on his back.

Due to his height, Gretel's legs could only be dragged helplessly through the sewage.

Oh, it turned out to be the one who saved me!
(End of this chapter)