The thick black cloth flew up happily and paused in the air for ten seconds. This was enough for Lena to see what was behind it.
It was a painting of a woman in medieval aristocratic attire. Her eyes were blank, and her mouth was wide open as if she wanted to say something.
The contestants and the staff present also had the same expression on the woman's face.
The black cloth fell down.
"It's a painting of a noble lady. She looks terrified." Lena smiled. "I guessed it."
She guessed right because all the contestants saw what was behind the black cloth.
"How … How did you do it!?" Benson tried to lift the curtain, but he realized that it was not something he could do.
A man who was 1.8 meters tall and weighed 120 pounds couldn't lift the curtain, but a woman who was 1.7 meters tall and weighed less than 100 pounds did it without touching the black cloth.
"I cursed the black cloth," Lena said in a normal tone. "That's what I did."
Standing in the middle of the contestants and listening to the commotion around him, Blake was very excited. His tail wagged quickly. Aha!
Look, Muggles!
That's magic!
If he could speak, he would have started cheering.
The director, who almost fell out of his chair, was confused. "What's going on?!"
He angrily pulled the staff aside. "Why don't I remember there being such a magic performance?
Did any of you take her money? "
The staff members were dumbfounded. "We were all busy here just now. No one went to help Ms. Lawrence complete her magic trick …"
"Ms. Lawrence said that she cursed the black cloth. Maybe her curse came true!" Constantine muttered.
"Get lost!"
The director angrily made a phone call, feeling wronged. "Someone must have taken our great writer's money to prepare such a lame magic trick. I'd like to see who wants to interfere with my show. Hurry up and tell me!"
The staff, who didn't know what to do, looked at each other.
"Continue filming!
Don't miss a single scene! "
The director's roar came from afar. "Constantine, go find the evidence left behind by the magic performance!"
Constantine muttered, "This isn't magic at all," as he reluctantly went to work.
The host, Benson, reacted quickly. "Just now, we witnessed the first miracle since the program began!
No one knows how Ms. Lawrence did it. Perhaps she really cursed Black Cloth — "
Benson gestured for the staff to pull back the black curtain, allowing the painting to reappear before everyone's eyes. "Or perhaps this cursed painting can't wait to appear before our eyes."
"I believe everyone is familiar with this painting called 'Sad Woman'. You can see reports about it in popular science magazines or science channels."
The light shone on the painting. Red lips, brown hair, and a delicate face. The woman's eyes were staring at everyone present, or perhaps she was not looking at anyone.
"Some say that the lady in the painting is a victim of the witch-hunting movement, while others say that the painting was drawn by a murderer for his prey." Benson paused for a moment. "Legend has it that on the day of the full moon, the woman in the painting will come to life and cry out 'My Nick' with all her might …"
Everyone fell silent.
"Existing experts say that this is the wife of a court wizard during the reign of King Henry VII of England." Benson raised his hand and made a throat-slitting gesture. "This court wizard, Sir Nicholas, was sentenced to be beheaded in 1492 because he turned the rotten teeth of a noblewoman named Grieve into fangs —"
"To be honest, fangs are much sexier than rotten teeth," Benson added. "But Ms. Grieve clearly didn't think so."
"Experts say that after Sir Nicholas's death, Ms. Grieve, who couldn't return to normal, plotted the murder of Sir Nicholas's wife."
"Sir Nicholas's wife." Benson looked at the painting and met the pair of soulless eyes. "This poor woman ended her young life on a cold rainy night."
Blake's tail was put down and he was decapitated. It was a knight called Nicholas. He clearly remembered that Gryffindor's ghost, 'Headless Nick', seemed to be called Nicholas or something.
This painting might be his wife, or she might be able to move like the portraits in Hogwarts!
"Congratulations to the contestants who successfully channeled the spirit!"
Benson waved his hand and the black cloth was put down again. More than ten lights shone in the middle of the contestants. "Please wait in the next room!"
The woman in the mesh hat and the man in the psychic board were naturally selected. In addition, the hooded man beside Lena was also selected. Perhaps it was because his guess could be interpreted as believing that the woman in the painting behind the curtain was already dead, so it was a lucky hit.
The bearded man clenched his fists and shouted, "There's something fishy about this stupid program!"
He left the scene angrily. There was nothing he could do. The woman in the painting had nothing in common with Uncle McDonald. They both wore red lipstick?
That was too far-fetched.
Ma 'am Lena successfully passed, leaving behind an inexplicable mystery.
"Hahahaha, did you see the expressions of the Muggles?" Ron was very excited. "Just like last time when Harry and I made the principal's wig fly …"
"Cough, Ron!" Harry hurriedly covered Ron's mouth. Jenny had already begun laughing. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"You made the principal's wig fly?!"
Hermione disagreed. "To be honest, I don't agree with using magic for these pranks … It flew!
Hey!
It flew out! "
Hermione exclaimed. She noticed that the painting "The Sad Woman" behind the black cloth flew up smoothly, as if it had a life of its own. Like a free white dove, it flew out of the window and out of the cage that bound it.
Hermione's mouth opened so wide that it was about to dislocate.
Ron, who was carefully listening to the Daily Lecture, noticed that Hermione had suddenly stopped. He was not used to it. He looked up and saw Hermione's subtle expression. "It did fly out, and it almost fell on Harry's head … What's wrong, Hermione?"
"I mean the painting!" Hermione pointed behind the black curtain. There was nothing there. "It just flew away!"
"This is not our prank!" Ron panicked. He hurriedly raised his hand, looking innocent. He elbowed Harry.
Harry scratched his head. "It's not me either!"
Jenny wanted to go over and take a look, but Hermione pulled her away from the scene. "Let's go!" Hermione shouted. "There may be other wizards here!"
"A wizard?" Harry frowned. "Would a real wizard be bored enough to participate in this kind of show?"
"That's not necessarily true." Ron waved his hand. "Living in the Magic World, there's no TV, no cinema, no community park. Every house is far away, and there's no street to visit. The life of a wizard is more boring than you can imagine!"
"I really don't know how I managed to endure it." Speaking of which, Ron was somewhat impressed by his former self. "If I were to go back to the days where I could chat with the goblins for an entire afternoon, I would refuse to do so."
The four of them mixed into the crowd of onlookers and followed the program crew to another competition venue, the parking lot of Highgate Cemetery.
"Contestants, our next challenge is about to begin. Now, let me introduce the rules to you." A staff member appeared with a small card.
"Next, twenty-two cars will appear in the parking lot of Highgate Cemetery. We will hide the enthusiastic audience in the trunk of one of the cars. Your task is to find the hidden audience in half an hour."
"No matter what method you use, you only have one chance to open the trunk of one car." The staff member smiled. "I wish you success."
When it came to Catherine's search, a new problem arose.
"Where did Catherine go?"
Hermione looked helpless.