The wet and cold air, the leaves are mixed in the soil, the crows are screaming and flying, and the piercing sound is drifting away in the empty cemetery forest.

The forest parking lot next to Highgate Cemetery in London, England, welcomed a large group of guests dressed in weird clothes.

A crown embellished with jewels, a woman with exaggerated blue lipstick is holding a skull and talking about something, a man in a suit with a briefcase crouches down on the spot, takes it out and looks evil Ouija board began the final debugging.

Several ragged old ladies yelled at each other, and words such as \'curse\' and \'black magic\' came out one after another.

The woman wearing the same hat as Audrey Hepburn smiled wickedly, and chatted with another man in Gothic dress about mysterious topics, \'Only black magic is orthodox! \' The gothic man shouted, and the evil woman rolled her eyes and walked to the side in disdain to wait.

On the edge of the woods, a man with a weird beard was entangled in a man with a work cap, "Can you tell me what the challenge of the first level is? Is it guessing? Or is it the same as last time to find someone?"

The man in the work cap looked embarrassed, "Sir, according to the program regulations, I can't tell you..."

Bearded entangled, "please, you must tell me! Young man! My... er... guardian elves tell me, you must tell me something!"

Madman, the staff wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "Sir, it must be your guardian spirit who made a mistake. I'm just a little assistant, what can I know?"

The bearded man stared at the staff suspiciously for a long time, then walked away with a 'cut' in disdain.

All this was faithfully recorded by the camera.

The recording of Britain's Psychic Challenge, Britain's Psychic Battle show, is well underway.

"Director, why are you wearing the assistant's hat again?" After another staff member checked the operation of the camera, he joked with the director who lied that he was the assistant.

"The lady is going to the toilet, I'm just holding her hat for a while," the director smiled at him, "How, are you all ready?"

"Yes, everything is as wonderful as today's weather," the staff glanced at the noisy crowd, "I feel that this season's contestants seem to be of high quality, maybe there are really a few psychics. "

The director patted the staff on the shoulder, "Constance, we have collaborated on a variety show for two seasons. Tell me, do you believe this? What are those ghosts, ghosts, werewolves, vampires or something?"

The staff member named Constance nodded, "Yes Director, I quite believe in these, the power of mysticism, when I was a child..."

"Hahahaha..." The director's laughter interrupted Constance's words, making Constance a little at a loss.

"Director?"

The director took off the hat, stroked his hair, and with a smile on his face, he pointed the hat to the group of people dressed in weird clothes, "Look over there, what did you see?"

"Contestants?" The young Constance was confused by the director.

"More than that," the director shook his head, "Look at their outfits, they are all unacceptable, lonely and sad people who believe in some illusory mysticism, like clowns with painted faces... "

"Why is our show popular? Constance," the director was a little silent when he saw Constance, "It's a bad thing to say, it caters to the audience's curiosity, materialists are watching jokes, occult lovers think they have glimpsed the world It's true, the people who eat melon can feel what we want to express in our script..."

"Everyone is happy," the director handed the hat to the little assistant who ran over. "That's enough, Constance."

"Director, you don't believe in these things?" Constant scratched his head.

"I used to be the most devout believer, but since my wife died of illness, I no longer believe that only myself can save myself. I advise you not to believe this too much," the director patted Constance on the shoulder again.

"Have you seen the woman who looks like she's coming for a morning run with the **** dog on a leash?"

Constance raised his head in despair, and glanced at the woman standing by the woods with the dog on a leash, and a group of children beside her, "Yes... Director, that's Lena Lawrence, who is very famous recently..."

"Do you think she's here for some kind of psychic? She lives a happy life and can't hide the smile on her face." The director paused for a second, "She's here to promote the new book."

Young Constant was speechless.

"Mysticism doesn't exist at all. We have already set the scope for the champion. This Miss Lina can only go to the third level at most. She had better seize every opportunity to promote her new book..."

"Director!" A distant shout interrupted the conversation between the director and Constance.

"Maybe Ms. Lena really has some kind of psychic ability..." Constance muttered.

"Okay, do your job well, young man," the director smiled and left, "if that morning jogging writer with a dog wins the championship, then I'll swallow the **** on the ground."

At this time, the morning jogging writer Linna was observing everything in front of her with great interest.

"Ms. Lena!" Hermione took out a small notebook with "Blue Hands Project" written on the cover, "I have to tell you about our plan first."

"Do we still have plans?" Ron whispered to Harry, who was beside him, "When did we discuss it?"

Harry scratched his head, "Hermione's plan is our plan. Will you raise any objection when she finishes talking about her plan and asks you if you have any objection?"

No, Ron shut up and turned his attention to Ginny.

Ginny went to investigate the enemy. The most important way was to stand obediently next to the contestants in fancy clothes, tilt her head and ask, "Excuse me, sir, are you using this cutting board to predict the future?"

"Ma'am, is the scar on your hand caused by some special magic? Oh, it's just cutting vegetables and hurting your hand..."

"May I ask what this teacup is for..." Ginny walked over to an old lady, her expression became serious, there is a certain theory for tea divination, maybe this old man is a real witch.

"Oh! Boy! That's just the guy I used for my afternoon tea," the old lady took out a dagger. She slashed her pinky finger, but Ginny was startled.

"I can see that you are an only daughter with a wealthy family and live in a low and sturdy brick house!" The old lady waved her hand exaggeratedly, "You will fall in love with a strong man with a pockmarked face!"

Heh, Ginny was relieved.

"Ms. Lina, we have arranged the character of "Animal Whisperer" for you. In this setting, Da Hei is a black dog with mysterious power that you picked up. You must always take it with you. ."

Sirius Black, who was no higher than everyone's knees, stepped helplessly on the rotten leaves. No one knew he was a person except himself.

This view of a baby lying in a stroller being ignored made Blake make up his mind that if he had a child in the future, he would never put the child in the stroller.

The days of being Anna's pet have been very nourishing, at least a lot better than Azkaban. I eat a lot of meat every day, and sometimes I can drink the Coke that Ron secretly feeds and Ginny doesn't like it. Eat vegetable balls.

The happiest thing is to see Harry, oh, this boy, he was carved out of the same mold as his father! The eyes are exactly the same as his mother's!

Thinking of this, Blake's tail wagged.

Thanks to Merlin, they still remembered to put on small clothes for themselves and didn't let themselves appear naked on Muggle TV.

Hermione put on the black-rimmed glasses she didn't know where she came from, with a serious face, "Darkness is just part of your setting, an ordinary black dog, it has no practical effect—"

"Our main force is Catherine," Hermione looked at the branch to the side, and the owl Catherine standing on the branch made a cooing sound from time to time.

"I watched the first few seasons of the psychic battle and found that the first level of their challenge was basically a "find someone" challenge. The program team will provide some items on the body of the hidden person~lightnovelpub.net~ It is convenient Competitors cast spells, and Catherine can play a big role at this time..."

Hermione raised her head confidently, "Although the program team prohibits the use of working animals such as police dogs, they did not say that owls cannot be used."

How could a Muggle think that owls can do anything more than catch mice.

"It's amazing," Lianna smiled and looked at Hermione, her hands folded in praise, "What a reliable little wizard."

"Contestants, please gather here!" The staff began to shout, "Those two over there, please don't curse each other before the game!"

"The gentleman with the hammer! Please put down the weapon in your hand!" The scene was a little chaotic, "Ma'am! Can you clean up these symbols on the ground—"

"Whose voodoo doll is this? It fell to the ground!" The staff accidentally stepped on the doll on the ground.

"Oh," a woman fell to the ground instantly, "my feet hurt so much," she screamed.

The staff was helpless, "I stepped on the doll's hand!"

"My hand!" The woman continued to scream, "My whole body hurts!"

A man tries to kill a pig to help a woman break the curse.

The scene became more chaotic.

The host stood in front of the camera, "Miracles exist, souls live forever, I am your favorite host Benson McIntosh, oh, I believe you are all as excited as I am!"

"Behind me, in this mysterious place, gathered hundreds of contestants from all over the world who claimed to be psychic mediums—"

"In this destined extraordinary winter, what kind of miracle will we show you, please continue to pay attention to our channel..."

The host Benson gave a charming smile.

"It's all in the British war of psychics."