Mystics from all over the world gathered in a makeshift room, sitting on plastic chairs in anticipation of the first challenge.
Among the contestants who came alone, Lena stood out the most as she led a black dog and had an owl perched on her shoulder.
"Ma 'am, do you own a pet shop?"
A mysterious hooded man beside Lena teased. "I sincerely don't recommend you to dress like this. It doesn't look mysterious at all."
"Look at me. I'm a wizard wearing a magical hood." The hooded man pointed at his hat. "I can't see it clearly. It's faintly discernible. Only the unknown can make people curious."
Heh, Blake, who was lying on the ground, gave a subtle look.
Lena shrugged and revealed a gentle smile. "Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Wizard. I'm an animal whisperer. These animals are my friends and have magical powers."
The hooded man did not understand what was so magical about a black dog and a silly looking owl. He gave a perfunctory smile and complained to the contestants on the other side.
"Excellent contestants!"
The host, Benson, stood at the front of the room. The light shone on his golden hair, making him look dazzling. "Welcome to the competition of Britain's Battle of the Psychics. I believe that every one of you wants to pick up the trophy that belongs to the champion —"
"Some of you want to prove yourself, some of you have real strength, and some of you just want to fish in troubled waters." Benson paused for a moment. "So, without further ado, let's begin our first challenge, 'Behind the Black Cloth'!"
Hermione, who was hiding in a corner, suddenly felt something was wrong. "Oh no!" She grabbed Ron's arm.
"What's wrong?
What's wrong? "Ron, who was watching intently, was shocked." Did Blackie bite the fake wizard? "
"What?"
Hermione nervously watched the program crew's actions. "They changed the first challenge. It's no longer a search!"
The host, Benson, put down the black cloth behind him. "The first round this time is different from the past. The contestants need to guess what's hidden behind the black cloth behind me in a certain amount of time …"
"You're allowed to use all sorts of means, be it divination, black magic, or seeing something from the stars. Of course, you can also look at the sun." Benson pointed at the black cloth behind him. "If you want to curse the black cloth behind me, hurry up —"
"The challenge begins!"
The room instantly became noisy.
Big Beard, who had been pestering the staff in the forest, looked left and right, trying to find a truly capable psychic who could give him some information.
The man in the suit holding the psychic tablet looked calm and composed, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed him. Was this the end of it?
He couldn't accept it.
The woman wearing the same mesh hat as Audrey Hepburn was the first to go on stage.
She stood in front of the black cloth and stretched out her hand, muttering, "What's inside?
What's inside?
I felt sadness, I felt someone crying … "
"And the sound of water." The woman closed her eyes. "I heard the sound of water … a feeling of despair …"
The room quieted down. Most of them did not look well.
What was behind the cloth?
That became the question in everyone's mind.
The contestants braced themselves and went on stage.
"There's a plate of fruit inside." The woman who drew the unknown symbol on the ground was very confident.
"I felt it, bright yellow and brilliant red!"
Big Beard squinted his eyes and stared at the black cloth carefully. He seemed to see the colors on the black cloth. "There's a man wearing a McDonald's suit inside!"
He seemed to have made an inference based on the past sponsors of psychic battles in the UK.
The man holding the psychic tablet finally stood in front of the cloth. He waved his hand in the air and pressed it on the psychic tablet. With his eyes closed, his fingers began to move.
"G, I, R, L," Benson helped to record the words he wrote. "It seems like this contestant's psychic tablet believes that there's a girl hiding behind the black cloth …"
"Oh!
There's a new word. I, K, N, O … This time it's a sentence. I know whokilledme. "Benson touched his arm." Oh my god, I don't know what I've just witnessed — "
"But this is just too strange!" The hooded man leaned forward. "Did he really close his eyes?
Oh my god, what's hiding behind the cloth?
It can't be a corpse, right?! "
His words caused even greater panic around him.
Blake sniffed the air. There was the smell of cheap perfume, McDonald's, smelly socks, and the faint smell of wall paint.
It couldn't be a corpse, and it didn't make him feel despair.
The hooded man went on stage. He leaned close to the black cloth and breathed crazily, trying to smell something that didn't belong to the mortal realm. "It's a corpse," he said. "I'm very sure."
Benson raised his eyebrows. "Wow!
I respect your judgment, sir. "
It was almost Lena's turn. Catherine suddenly flew up and came back with a small note in Hermione's handwriting.
The short sentence on the cursed black cloth made Lena laugh.
"Then, let's welcome our last contestant." Benson waved his hand and shone the light on Lena. "Ms. Lena Lawrence, author of the best-selling book 'The Wizard's Diary.' She loves mysticism. Will she surprise us?"
Lena went on stage alone without holding Blackie's leash.
"Aren't you going to bring your pet?
No, your magical friend? "
Benson also felt that Lena, who was dressed normally, didn't fit in with the group of weirdly dressed psychics. He couldn't help but tease her. "Or you can take a copy of your magical 'The Wizard's Diary.' Perhaps that will bring you good luck?"
"Bring it, ma 'am!
If you fail here, you won't have the chance to promote your new book! "The contestants began to jeer.
Lena was still smiling. "I'm really not here to promote my new book." She walked in front of the black cloth.
"Then let's wait and see." Benson gave his seat to Lena. "But allow me to ask, don't you need any casting materials?"
"There's no need. I believe we will soon know what's behind the black cloth."
"Then what do you want to do?" Benson had a nagging feeling that he would hear something interesting.
"The cursed black cloth." Lena's tone was normal.
"The cursed black cloth!?"
Benson couldn't help but chuckle. It was as funny as the bearded man who had guessed that Uncle McDonald was behind the black cloth.
"Ahem." He coughed. "Then, please begin your performance."
Lena glanced at Hermione, who was hiding by the side, and nodded slightly.
She extended her finger and pointed at the black cloth.
"Curse."
This simple word made the contestants, including the staff, laugh. They felt that Lena was like a clown.
But who was the real clown?
Hermione waved her wand.
"Ugadim Leviosa!"