Twenty-two cars quickly drove over.
The car owners gathered together, including the bearded man who had failed in the first round. His car was a bright red Volvo.
It was festive.
The bearded man had his hands on his hips as he shouted, "I don't believe in your program!
It's all fake! "
Benson touched his nose. "It looks like one of the enthusiastic members of the audience doesn't believe in our program. Then, can our contestants convince him?"
"Please continue to pay attention to our channel." Benson walked to the middle of the enthusiastic members of the audience and handed the microphone to a lady with long black hair. "Madam, do you believe in our program?"
"Yes!
Of course I believe!
Not in the slightest! "
The woman was so enthusiastic that she looked like a shill hired by the program team, but in fact, she wasn't. She was just an ordinary spectator.
"I've been following your program since the first season. I've watched every episode. This time, I've finally mustered the courage to come here!"
Benson did not know why the enthusiastic lady needed to muster the courage to come here. He gave a formulaic smile. "Then, brave lady, who do you support the most?"
"Lena Lawrence!"
She was really too much like a shill!
She spoke as if she was memorizing lines!
Benson could not help but look in the direction of the program team. A staff member shook his head, indicating that she was really just an ordinary enthusiastic member of the audience.
"Uh … Madam." Benson wiped his sweat. "Can I ask?
Why do you support Ma 'am Lawrence so much? "
Upon mentioning this, the enthusiastic lady became agitated. "She has some mysterious power around her!
For example, she can curse Black Cloth and make it fly! "
It was a simple reason.
"Alright, Madam. We also hope that Ma 'am Lawrence can reach the end." Benson smiled. "Then, can you tell us your name?"
"Of course. Host, Lisana Quirrell. I'm a witch." The enthusiastic lady flipped her long hair.
"Wow!
A witch! "
Benson did not expect to hear this. He smiled brightly, thinking that the woman was joking. "Then, why don't you participate in our program?"
"Because of confidentiality laws."
Lisana stared into Benson's eyes. "I've already used up all my courage standing here. I don't have any more courage to participate in any program. Host, can you lend me the microphone?"
"What …" Benson paused for a second as a gust of wind blew across his face. "Of course," he heard himself say.
Lisana took the microphone. It seemed that the people around her did not notice what was happening. The Muggles were giggling, and the staff holding the camera acted normal.
"Quirinus Quirrell, I know you will watch this show. You haven't been home for a year. My crystal ball tells me that you may be about to encounter the greatest danger of your life." Lisana looked at the camera. "I just want to say that if you can't survive, come back. No one will say that you are a coward."
Lisana returned the microphone to Benson and snapped her fingers.
The Muggle Shielding Spell failed.
The surrounding people all had blank expressions on their faces at the same time, as if they had overlooked something, but as if nothing had happened just now.
Benson shook his head. "I'm sorry, Ma 'am. What did you say just now?"
"It's nothing." Lisana smiled. "I can't wait to see the upcoming challenge!"
"Of course!"
Benson took a deep breath. He felt that he was not in a good state today. He had almost spaced out during the recording of the show. Perhaps it was because he had been in the cemetery parking lot for too long that it affected his spirit.
He turned around and picked up the paper box on the ground. "Then, let's pick an enthusiastic audience member to enter the trunk!"
The filming continued.
"Did you see that?" Ron tugged at Harry's sleeve. "That lady!
She's a wizard! "At this point, Ron lowered his voice.
"Indeed," Hermione said thoughtfully. She believed that the witch had stolen the painting just now.
"Why do they seem like they didn't hear what the lady just said?" Harry scratched his head. "What did she do?"
"It should be the Muggle Shielding Spell," Ginny answered him. "When Dad came to work in the Muggle world, he would use this spell to prevent attracting the attention of the Muggles."
"And under the effect of the Muggle Shielding Spell, even if the film is very ridiculous, the Muggles will think it is very reasonable," Hermione added. "Speaking of the Muggle Shielding Spell, I've read about it in Standard Incantation Level Six …"
"Wait!" Ron interrupted Hermione's little lesson with a look of disbelief. "What level?"
Hermione coughed. "Level Six." She slightly raised her chin proudly. "I know we haven't even studied Level One systematically, but I've carefully read the whole set of textbooks, from Level One to Level Seven."
Harry took a deep breath and patted his chest.
Ginny clapped her hands. "Cool!"
"Ahem, let's not talk about this." Hermione made a 'keep a low profile' gesture. "How's Errol?"
"He's old but strong!" Ron patted the old fellow's wings, and the old fellow almost fell off his shoulder.
Errol sighed like a human. Searching for people, an activity that young owls were passionate about, was really too difficult for an old owl like him.
Miss Lena came over and touched Errol's feathers. Hermione found that Big Black was not with her. "Miss Lena, where's Big Black?"
Before Hermione could finish her sentence, the sound of flushing came from the portable toilet beside them. A black dog walked out, looking refreshed.
"Big Black!" Lena patted the big black dog's head and praised it. "So smart!
It knows how to go to the toilet by itself! "
"That's awesome!" Harry, Ron, and Ginny echoed in unison.
Black's tail wagged.
"…" Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something, but she couldn't say it.
At this time, the selected lucky audience member had been hidden in the trunk of a black Ford.
The host, Benson, signaled for the first contestant to come on stage.
It was a man with a gaudy rag wrapped around his head. He wore a series of bracelets on his hand that jingled.
He looked very mysterious.
"Your name is Benson. You're a man and have a successful career." The man in the rag closed his eyes as if he was fortune-telling. "But you weren't called Benson before."
"Oh … Yes, sir." Benson deliberated over his words with a serious expression. "I did change my name … Did you predict this?"
"No." The man in the rag shook his head. "I just watched the emotional programs you used to host. You used to be called Banner. You liked to wear bear ears and analyze the reasons why couples don't get along. I'm your fan."
Benson smiled awkwardly but politely. He waved at the staff. "Remove it."
The staff smiled and nodded in response.
"Then, contestant, we're about to begin the challenge." Benson recovered. "There are twenty-two cars in front of you. Only one of them has a person hidden in the trunk. Can you find it successfully?"
"Let's wait and see."