Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Outside of Yumanji’s game world, in neat rows of tents, in a tent painted with a huge off-white letter X on the top of the tent, three handsome and handsome agents also gathered together and listened carefully. .

　　 Under the circumstance that they are blind to all situations in the Yumanji game, any information is valuable and worth collecting.

　　 The little logistical brother wearing headphones danced with his hands even more quickly. While recording the sound data, he searched the database and tried to compare the owner of the sound.

　　 Of course, he must have found nothing.

　　 Out of fbi's fine tradition, the x trio did not tell other colleagues the clues they found, but secretly hid them in their tents. Only the three of them shared this secret.

　　 The feeling of eating alone does not poke the needle.

　　 And as the voices in the radio wave talked more and more, the three of them felt that they seemed to have discovered a great secret.

　　As a member of the x file who has been exposed to a lot of supernatural powers, the x trio has not been exposed to magic. They have had many experiences dealing with magic.

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

　　 After all, their level is not enough, and they can't touch the relationship between the upper class and the magic world. The existence of wizards has always been concealed from them.

　　 But now, they feel that they seem to be opening the door to a new world.

　　………………

　　 At the same time, not far from the tent, in the empty forest, Dumbledore was standing here wearing half-crescent lenses and adorned with stars, like a wizard's robe for a Christmas dinner.

　　 Around the people coming and going, no one can see him.

　　 After groping for a while with his hands, he drew a long pipe from his wide cuff, lit it, and took a sip.

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

　　 "I, I'm here."

　　 "It's really nostalgic."

　　 "You, are you sure, then, 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 for the next second at any time, almost. It's about to die.

"I'm very sure."

　　 took another hard sip, and Dumbledore replied, narrowing his eyes.

"I know."

　　 The voice responded.

　　 took another sip, Dumbledore knocked his pipe and spoke again.

　　 "Our little friend seems to be a little unsuccessful recently. Has he made too many girlfriends?"

　　 "Heh, hehe."

　　 "Isn't this you, the youth you are talking about?"

The voice of 　　 about to die is still trembling, almost without ups and downs, but the slightest smile can still be heard in it.

　　 "Find a time to remind him."

　　 Dumbledore knocked the ashes out of the pipe, not at all the kindness and gentleness of the past, and some were just determined, 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 gentler, becoming the one familiar to everyone at Hogwarts.

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

　　 "Huh!"

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

　　………………

　　 "As the story is slowly told, a long dusty past is slowly revealed, and the horrible story takes place in this desolate amusement..."

　　 The narration stopped abruptly.

　　 Under the glare of Britta, Annie and others, Abdi had to pull a zipper on his mouth to show that he could keep quiet.

　　 Okay, he shut up, he knew it.

　　 Doesn't anyone care that adding narration makes it more atmosphere.

　　 Charles ignored the technical mansion who was always playing around anytime and anywhere. He quickly narrated the situation in the amusement park, and then began to inquire about the situation of the group of enemies behind Hank.

　　 The danger lies in the darkness, and both of them are simple and neat, and it didn't take five minutes to communicate.

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

　　 Hank finished listening to Charles's remarks, holding his arms around his arms, the muscles of his arms and pectoralis major instantly bulged, like armor.

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

　　 Charles answered, looking around.

　　 There is a town where Hank’s passive skills are, and all of them are gathered together. It is difficult for these secret murderers to force a plot to kill.

　　 Even with ~www.readwn.com~Hank’s passive skills can also be opposed.

　　 So they still have some preparation time.

"And listen to your descriptions, behind you are the mutant monsters on Route 57, the monsters living in the Zhongbei Valley of California that mutated due to radiation, and the serial killers Michael Myers, Jason, and... ."

　　 "You can also call him **** priest."

"no name?"

　　 Hank asked.

　　 Charles shook his head.

　　 Hank didn't ask, just as he didn't ask why Charles knows so many things. Sometimes, some things should be pretended to be confused.

　　 Moreover, many serial killers are unidentified, not to mention serial killers on the job.

　　 "But..."

　　 After Charles's account, their situation at this time gradually became clear, and everyone no longer had their eyes darkened, and it seemed that even the darkness around them was much brighter.

　　All the people present, including Beth and Cage, had a distorted and indescribable expression.

　　 Finally, Hank’s son, Sean, couldn’t help but complain.

　　 "Why are there so many mutant monsters on the highway! 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 watched horror movies, but the movies are in the movies, and the real world meets the situation of taking a step in the movie, and crossing a road is a serial killer. It still makes him somewhat unacceptable. .

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

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