In the damp and cold air, the leaves were mixed in the soil, and the crows screeched as they flew away. The harsh sound gradually faded away in the empty cemetery forest.
A large group of strangely dressed guests came to the forest parking lot next to the Highgate Cemetery in London, England.
A woman with a jewel-studded crown and exaggerated blue lipstick was holding a skull and mumbling something. A man in a suit with a briefcase squatted down and took out the evil-looking psychic tablet to make the final adjustments.
A few old ladies in ragged clothes were cursing each other. Words such as' curse 'and' black magic 'came out one after another.
A woman wearing a small hat similar to Audrey Hepburn smiled evilly and chatted with another man in a gothic style about a mysterious topic. 'Only black magic is orthodox!'
The gothic man shouted. The evil-looking woman rolled her eyes and walked to the side to wait in disdain.
At the edge of the forest, a bearded man in strange clothes was pestering a man in a work hat. "Can you tell me what the first challenge is?
Is it guessing?
Or is it looking for someone like last time? "
The man in the work hat looked troubled. "Sir, according to the program rules, I can't tell you..."
The bearded man kept pestering him. "Please tell me!
Young man!
My... uh... guardian spirit told me. You must tell me something! "
Crazy man. The staff wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. "Sir, your guardian spirit must have 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 'tsk' in disdain.
All of this was faithfully recorded by the camera.
Britain's Psychic Ceremony. The recording of the British psychic battle program was proceeding in an orderly manner.
"Director, why are you wearing the hat of a little assistant again?"
Another staff member checked the operation of the camera and joked with the director who had just lied about being a little assistant.
"The lady went to the toilet. I'm just temporarily holding the hat for her." The director smiled at him. "How is it? Is everything ready?"
"Yes, everything is as beautiful as today's weather." The staff member glanced at the noisy crowd. "I feel that the contestants this season are of high quality. Maybe there will be a few shamans."
The director patted the staff on the shoulder. "Constantine, we've worked together on variety shows for two seasons. Tell me, do you believe in these things?
What about those spirits, ghosts, werewolves, vampires? "
The staff member called Constantine nodded. "Yes, Director. I believe in these things. The power of mysticism, when I was young, I …"
"Hahahaha …" The director's laughter interrupted Constantine's words, leaving Constantine at a loss.
"Director?"
The director took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. With a smile on his face, he pointed the hat at the group of weirdly dressed people. "Look over there. What do you see?"
"Contestants?" Young Constantine was confused by the director.
"That's not all." The director shook his head. "Look at how they're dressed. They're all lonely and pathetic people who are not accepted by the world. They believe in some illusory mysticism, just like clowns with painted faces …"
"Why is our show so popular?
Constantine. "The director looked at Constantine in silence." To put it bluntly, it caters to the audience's curiosity. The materialists are watching a joke, the mysticism enthusiasts think that they have glimpsed the truth of the world, and the onlookers can feel what we want to express in our script … "
"Everyone feels happy." The director handed the hat to the little assistant who ran over. "That's enough, Constantine."
"Director, you don't believe in these things?" Constantine scratched his head.
"I used to be the most devout believer, but since my wife fell ill and passed away, I no longer believe in it. Only you can save yourself. I advise you not to believe in these things too much." The director patted Constantine's shoulder again.
"Do you see the woman who is leading the big black dog? She looks like she's going for a morning run?"
Constantine raised his head in disappointment and glanced at the woman standing by the woods with the dog and the group of children around her. "Yes … Director, that's Lena Lawrence. She's very famous recently …"
"Do you think she's here to do some psychic work?
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 her new book. "
The young Constantine was speechless.
"Mysticism doesn't exist at all, and we've already set the scope of the champion. This Miss Lena can only go to the third level at most. She'd better seize every opportunity to promote her new book …"
"Director!" A shout in the distance interrupted the conversation between the director and Constantine.
"Maybe Miss Lena really has some psychic ability …" Constantine muttered.
"Well, do your job well, young man." The director smiled and left. "If the morning runner with the dog wins the championship, then I'll swallow the dog shit on the ground."
At this time, the morning runner author Lena was observing everything in front of her with great interest.
"Miss Lena!"
Hermione took out a small notebook with 'Project Blue Hand' written on the cover. "I have to tell you about our plan first."
"We have a plan?" Ron whispered to Harry who was next to him. "When did you discuss it?"
Harry scratched his head. "Hermione's plan is our plan. Are you going to raise an objection when she asks you if you have any objections after she's finished talking about her plan?"
No. Ron shut up and turned his attention to Ginny.
Ginny went to investigate the enemy. The main way was to stand next to the contestants in strange clothes, tilting her head and asking, "Excuse me, sir, are you using this chopping board to predict the future?"
"Miss, is the scar on your hand caused by some special magic?
Oh, it's just cutting vegetables … "
"Excuse me, this teacup is for …" Ginny walked to an old lady with a serious expression. Tea divination really had a certain saying. Maybe this old lady was a real witch.
"Oh!
Child!
That's just something I use for my afternoon tea. "The old lady took out a dagger." This is what I use for divination. "In the blink of an eye, the old lady cut her little finger with the dagger, giving Ginny a fright.
"I can see that you're an only child with a good family background, living in a small, sturdy brick house!" The old lady waved her hand exaggeratedly. "You'll fall in love with a strong man with a pockmarked face!"
Heh, Ginny was relieved.
"Miss Lena, we've arranged for you to play the role of 'Animal Whisperer.' In this setting, Blackie is a black dog with mysterious powers that you've picked up. You have to take it with you at all times."
Sirius Black, who was no taller than everyone's knees, stepped helplessly on the rotten leaves. No one knew that he was a human except for himself.
The perspective of a baby lying in a pram and being ignored made Black decide that if he had a child in the future, he definitely wouldn't put his child in a pram.
His days as Anna's pet had been very comfortable. At least, it was much better than Azkaban. He ate lavishly every day, and sometimes he could even drink the cola that Ron secretly fed him and the vegetable meatballs that Ginny didn't like.
The happiest thing was that he could see Harry. Oh, this young man is practically carved from the same mold as his father!
His eyes are exactly the same as his mother's!
Thinking of this, Black's tail began to wag.
Thanks to Merlin, they still remembered to put on little clothes for him and didn't let him appear naked on muggle TV.
Hermione put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses that she had taken out from somewhere with a serious expression. "Blackie is just a part of your setting. It's just an ordinary black dog with no practical use —"
"Our main force is Catherine." Hermione looked at a branch to the side, where the owl, Catherine, was standing on the branch, cooing from time to time.
"I've watched the previous seasons of the psychic battle and found that the first challenge is basically a 'find someone' challenge. The program team will provide some items from the victim's body to facilitate the contestant's casting. At this time, Catherine will be of great use …"
Hermione raised her head confidently. "Although the program team prohibits the use of police dogs and other working animals, they didn't say that owls can't be used."
How could a muggle have thought that an owl could do something other than catching mice?
"Amazing." Lena smiled and looked at Hermione, putting her palms together and praising sincerely. "What a reliable little wizard."
"Contestants, please gather here!" The staff began to shout. "The two over there, please don't curse each other before the competition!"
"The gentleman with the hammer!
Please put down the weapon in your hand! "The scene was a little chaotic." Madam!
Can you clean up the symbols on the ground — "
"Whose voodoo doll is this?
It fell on the ground! "The staff accidentally stepped on the doll on the ground.
"Ouch." A woman instantly fell to the ground. "My foot, it hurts," 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 was trying to kill a pig to help the woman break the curse.
The scene became even more chaotic.
The host stood in front of the camera. "Miracles exist, souls live forever. I'm your favorite host, Benson Mackintosh. Oh, I believe you're all as excited as I am!"
"Behind me, in this mysterious place, there are hundreds of contestants from all over the world who claim to be psychic mediums —"
"In this winter that is destined to be extraordinary, what kind of miracle will we present to you? Please continue to pay attention to our channel …"
The host, Benson, revealed a charming smile.
"Everything is in the UK's psychic battle."