In fact, a long time ago, after Fred discovered Anna's weird strength, he thought about this question. If one day she accidentally killed someone, what would he do?

“That creepy old man showed up at the wrong time,” might lament the pretty blonde host of an off-prime-time TV interview. “He sure scares them.”

"This victim is not guilty, and ma'am, I must remind you that a professional host would not describe a poor old man as weird," the black expert adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes , "Those children must pay for killing an old man. I know some people don't agree with me..."

"And the truth is..." The blond host wanted to say something.

"I have to interrupt what you are about to say, and if your attitude is no longer professional, I have to report your discrimination to the TV station," the black expert seemed to have the upper hand.

"Uh, let's enter a commercial," the voice rang out, and an advertisement for cereal appeared on the TV.

And so ended Fred's mental theater.

As the blond host said in the fantasy, the weird old man really didn't appear at the right time.

Surrounded by dense fog and even more terrifying boss-level monsters in the fog, this weird old man who looks like a human is simply a goblin for the novice area to gain experience.

Anna's brain took 0.1 second to compare the degree of danger of the \'twisted monster\' and the \'old man\', and the result was that \'a punch to the old man's face\' might be more appropriate to solve the problem, and she did.

An unknown, perhaps non-existent, great figure in the magic world once said: [There are always people who think that sneaking up to a wizard can win a duel, but they don’t know that the hand holding a wand can also clenched a fist . 】

The current situation is.

On George's left shoulder was the old man's bulging and fainting head, and Fred was holding Anna's left hand so nervous that he was sweating.

"He, this, this thing," George recovered his voice, "is it human..." Feeling the weight on his shoulders, George's body stiffened.

"I don't know," Anna answered simply.

Just like the old fritters who were selected by the teacher to answer questions in class, she has abandoned that shame, frankly admits that her head is empty, and thinks that "I don't know" is not a disgraceful thing, and sometimes Avoid more trouble.

Fred was silent for a while, he thought more than everyone else, and then said very heavily, "If we are caught by the Muggle police as murderers and face the prisoner's dilemma...I swear, I will never betray anyone."

Anna: "..."

It's good to be good at thinking, but you're thinking too much, Fred.

"...I think there will be Aurors coming to interrogate us. What will we do with the truth potion?" George shook his head. "We still need to consider a more careful strategy."

Anna sighed, it seems that staying with these two people, no matter what the atmosphere is, it will turn into a comedy in the end, "It's time to watch less TV series, you two, and, I just knocked him out."

"I also think that things in the fog are more worrying than corpses," George nodded quickly in agreement, as if wanting to take the subject to ease Anna.

"So it's not a corpse at all..." Anna objected, but the situation changed suddenly before she finished speaking.

"Hey!" Fred let go of George's hand abruptly.

The old man's head, slumped over George's shoulders, was melting into a mass of black mud.

"Hey, hey, hey! What is this?!" George quickly shook off the thing on his shoulders, "He, why did he suddenly turn into mud! It's so disgusting!"

"Maybe this is his real face?" Anna rubbed her chin and thought, "This black mud looks a bit like the monster we saw just now."

"Phew, that's great. Now there's good news and bad news. The bad news is that there's a monster in the fog, and it will be cloned. The good news is that the police won't file a case without a dead body," Fred wiped the sweat off his head. .

He looked much more relaxed, and seemed to have the energy to start thinking about the current situation.

"I think we can try to move in the direction where the monster disappeared before."

"Hmm..." Anna tried to understand Fred's thoughts, "Do you think the most dangerous place is the safest?"

"No, I just saw something light up there," Fred pointed to the thick fog.

There is indeed something glowing in the fog, and the dark red light is so weird.

If anyone is willing to go there, it must be alone in a horror game. The blonde supporting actress in suspenders is moving forward in the weird background music, turning her head slowly after hearing the sound, and then burrowing into the fog Out came the monster screaming.

Or a young man in a washed-out blue denim jacket, with a flashlight on, looking around nervously, and shouting, "What the **** is this place?"

That's right, Anna and the others are watching such a young man of seventeen or eighteen walking towards the direction of the red light.

"Is he crazy?" George murmured.

"You're crazy," whispered Fred, who had suggested earlier.

"He seems to be a Muggle..." Anna frowned, she didn't see any magic bubbles on that person.

"Uh, then he is definitely going to die when he goes forward," George said a little at a loss, "I said, we have to save him, at least let's remind him."

"I'll call him over," Fred said as he was about to make a move, but was grabbed by Anna.

"Wait! Let's do it together," Ana emphasizes, because almost all horror stories start with a scattershot.

So the three of them started to stumble towards the direction where the young man was moving, and walked towards the bright red light, like moths jumping towards the flame, and none of them survived in the end.

"Roar—" The huge roar was accompanied by a tooth-piercing squeak, and the ground began to vibrate. Everyone realized that something was coming this way. This was definitely not a good thing.

"WTF!?"

The young man in denim also heard the weird voice, and at the same time noticed the Anna trio moving in the fog. Unfortunately, he didn't see clearly that they were three warm-hearted little angels who were harmless to humans and animals. With a small exclamation, he sped up and ran towards the depths of the red light.

"We can't hear him!" Fred was a little anxious, "but he ran faster! Maybe we all guessed wrong, he doesn't need our help at all, he may enjoy the feeling of running in the fog, he It's a [Mist Runner]!"

Fred would occasionally invent new words when he couldn't figure it out.

"I think he must have been terrified by the monster," George continued to analyze. "Poor Muggle."

The sound of the building collapsing sounded very close to everyone, followed by the blown wind, accompanied by the smell of moist water vapor and dust.

After the house collapsed, the ground sank, and the road surface made a gurgling sound, as if there was a magma soup pot below it that had been burning for half a century. It usually only boils stones, but now it is waiting for the next two meat dishes.

If it was a Hollywood disaster movie, at this time it should be a slightly plump white woman pulling her hand on the edge of a cliff, and then a pair of kind-hearted dark-skinned father and daughter held her tightly, and the daughter yelled at the plump woman Don't give up, while calling to discuss countermeasures with the beautiful Latina girlfriend who is in a top university. In the end, the white muscular man drove an excavator to rescue him. They discussed how to borrow the alien spaceship hidden by the US. Avoid the end.

But this is not a disaster movie. Wizards with magic don’t need to change their gender, don’t need a Latina girlfriend, don’t need a white man who drives an excavator, and don’t need to **** an alien spaceship. They just need to use the “levitation spell” ".

According to \'a survey that is not rigorous and meaningless, and I don't know how to calculate it\', the invention of the "Levitation Curse" has at least increased the survival rate of wizards by 0.01%.

So at this time, the "floating spell" came on the scene as a matter of course.

Ana and the three are floating in the air like a Super Saiyan.

Then saw a surprising scene.

The ordinary death muggle they thought reacted the moment the ground collapsed, threw out the hook rope that was hidden somewhere, and hooked it accurately on the wooden stakes from the nearby building.

As if cheating the gravity of the earth and not seeming to have it, with a light swing of the body, he arrived at a temporarily safe place.

Then he used both hands and feet to climb the bricks on the wall and move forward, jumping on the wall, dancing to a moving melody.

If everyone evolved from orangutans, then this ancestor must have been the group champion of the climbing competition.

He stretched out his legs, retracted his legs, every jump and every landing seemed to be carefully planned. I don't know how many bones that were almost broken and the dog skin plaster were in it to compose a hymn of courage.

"Is he really a Muggle?!"

George rubbed his eyes wildly, marveling at the charm of Muggles, he finally understood something about Mr. Arthur's obsession with Muggles~lightnovelpub.net~ So those superhero comics are basically true, right? "Fred asked such a question, his little head was thinking about big problems.

Anna just felt that the world was too weird.

When the boy finally made a mistake and fell into the abyss with despair on his face, the little wizards finally had a chance to show themselves, and they were overjoyed, just like the lifeguards meeting a cramped swimmer at a swimming competition.

They have been following this young Muggle for a long time, but they have not found the time to cast the Levitation Charm, or maybe they are just curious about what this super Muggle can do.

The boy's eyes widened when he fell, and his exhausted hand was still trying to grab the incomplete brick, but the small debris that fell fell into his eyes relentlessly, making him subconsciously deal with the damage of his eyes. pain.

missed.

The boy in denim looked at the other brick he had missed, and what popped into his head was his brother's not-so-smart, but very cute face.

"Nathan, I can't come to pick you up."

The boy looked helplessly at the sky. There were only clusters of thick fog there. After running in the fog for so long, he had already run out of energy. This situation is also predictable now.

It's a pity that I didn't die under the poisonous spikes of the ancient tomb, nor did I die in the trap after the decryption failed. I didn't see the endless desert full of adventure, ah, and Sophia who broke up for no reason. Forget it, that woman is missing...

"Anyway, let me know what secrets are hidden in this inexplicable place."