Hogwarts Melon Eater

The director finally called back and sat down on the director's chair prepared for him, "Humph!" He picked up the mineral water beside him and took a sip.

The staff around didn't dare to make a sound.

"Constance!" the director yelled, "I asked you to find the traces of Lawrence's magic, did you find it?"

Constance is not here, "He hasn't come back," a staff member fiddling with the camera replied to the director.

"Not good! Director!" Constance ran over from a distance and shouted loudly, attracting enough attention.

The contestants and onlookers all looked over like sunflowers.

The director had an ominous premonition, frowned, waved his hand to signal Constance to calm down, "Be calm! What are you doing in such a hurry?"

"It's not good Director!" Constance's face was contorted, he rushed to the director's side, almost kissed the director's ear, and frantically entered cruel words.

"That painting! "Sad Woman" it disappeared!"

The director's head was buzzing.

He was just on the phone with a colleague who didn't like each other's eyes. \'It's not your turn to tell me about my show! Just wait, the ratings of this show will definitely surpass you! \'

\'Just be careful, lest you get a few more bad news, and the show will be taken out of the TV station before it's finished filming...\' Colleagues' words ringed eerily in the director's ears.

Finished.

"Disappeared?" the director murmured, "what does this mean."

"It's... um..." Constance scratched his hair anxiously, "literally! Gone! Gone! Never again!"

"Really?" The director closed his eyes peacefully.

"Director!" Everyone exclaimed.

There was chaos on the scene.

"Please—wait for a few minutes!" The host Benson came out to preside over the situation, sweating profusely, and motioned the contestants present to wait for a while, "There are some emergencies! Uh... Please familiarize yourself with the environment first, we The drawing order will be arranged for everyone…”

The staff brought a cardboard box, and Lina took a ball from it without paying much attention. It was green with the words \'6\' written on it. The last one to play.

"Ms. Lawrence," Lena heard a woman's voice behind her, "is that right?"

"Yes," Lena turned around holding the ball, a little surprised, because she didn't expect this lady to talk to her.

"Hello, Ms. Satasha."

This taciturn psychic has always maintained his mystery. Except for a few more words when challenging, he usually doesn't say a word of nonsense.

"What's the matter?" Lena smiled, hoping to ease the gradually embarrassing atmosphere, because Sattasha, the mysterious beauty with a mesh hat, stared at herself without saying a word, not even blinking her eyes.

A gust of wind blew, and the smell of alcohol and vomit spread between the two.

"Why did you come to participate in this show?"

Sattasha finally spoke, her chin raised, and she pointed to the surrounding environment that was not good, even ghostly, "You are wearing expensive clothes, well-maintained, and always have a decent smile on your face. With a pet dog and a group of children, looks very happy..."

Linna coughed, feeling inexplicably being praised, Ms. Sattasha really knew how to speak, "No, I'm here..."

"You're here to promote the new book," Satasha interrupted Lena, "I know."

What? "I'm not... Lena wanted to tell her why she came to the competition, but Satasha didn't give her the chance.

"I have a reason to win."

Satasha was very determined. She bit her lip and stared at Lena, "I'm different from others, I have to win."

"I know that the program team has arranged a rough championship range," Satasha paused for a second, "I think, you are in this range, but I said, I have to win—"

Satasha showed the ball in her hand and faced Liena with a confused face, "I happened to draw number '5', I'm sorry to be one step ahead of you, the skull is mine."

In a short conversation, Lina was completely unable to keep up with Satasa's rhythm, what skull? Do you mean trophies? Isn't the trophy a blue hand? What is she saying?

Linna tried her best to keep her smile, but her head was empty. "Well... Then come on, come on?"

Satasha stared at Lena for a few more times, twitched the corner of her mouth, said nothing, turned around and left with her high heels.

Lena stared at Sattasha's retreating back and whispered, "What is she talking about?"

"Did you know? Big black?" Lena lowered her head and looked at the black dog sitting at her feet. Sirius came over when Sattasha started to speak.

The dog didn't respond, and couldn't give Lena any advice.

\'What am I doing? \'Lena covered her face, reflecting on her childish behavior.

"You're just a cute dog, what do you know?"

The host Benson appeared again, this time he took a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Contestants, there was some small situation just now, maybe it was affected by the cemetery, don't worry, we The challenge begins now!"

In November, the weather in England had already started to get cold. Muggles hurriedly walked on the streets, gathered their scarves, and fought to the death with the cold wind that was desperately invading from their necklines.

As long as you don't die from the cold, you have to go to work.

"DiDi!" The sound of horns on the road is common, especially when there is an unfortunate car in the middle of the road ahead.

"God!" The poor office worker who was in a hurry to go to work slapped the steering wheel angrily~www.NovelMTL.com~ took the opportunity to release the anger of arguing with his wife in the morning.

"Good morning Will, get a newspaper."

A man with coffee came to the newsstand amid the beeping sound of the car, and said hello to the boss who was reading the newspaper seriously.

"Morning, Mr. Pokebe," Will, the boss, greeted the man in the suit eagerly, but he didn't take his eyes off the newspaper.

This is the only way for Adams Pokeby to go to work. Buying coffee, getting a newspaper, and starting a day's work are his daily routines.

Blonde, tall, fit suit, Adams skillfully took out the change he had prepared long ago from his trouser pocket and put it on a pile of magazines, "Is there any hot news today? Are you serious?"

"Oh! No," Boss Will finally raised his head, he was a little embarrassed, "It's just a popular show recently. It's a little... um... strange... I'm watching its related news..."

"What show? Sounds like it should be fun?" Adams looked at Will with a smile.

Boss Will likes strange things, and Muggles think that 'strange things' are most likely caused by magical animals.

Adams Pokérby, a magical zoologist working at the Ministry of Magic, would not miss this useful information, which is why he often comes to buy newspapers.

"If you're interested," Will pointed to the newspaper, "here, Mr. Pokebee, \'Battle of British Psychics\' has been out for a few seasons before, but it hasn't caught on much, but This year is different!"

Speaking of which, Will was a little excited. He pointed to a photo of an \'ordinary black dog\' in the newspaper. "There have been many powerful characters this year - but the most amazing thing is this black dog!"

Black dog?

Adams Pokéby took the newspaper from the owner Will.