curse the world at hogwarts

After an unknown period of time, John Trent, who looked exactly like the demon Mark, woke up from a coma.

For the first time, he wanted to scream again.

But the remaining reason finally defeated the fear, allowing this strong man who had escaped from extreme fear to shut his mouth in time.

He found that he was not taken to that nightmare place, but was lying in a softly lit "ward".

The straitjacket on his body was gone, and there were no restrictions on his hands and feet. John moved his body and found that he had not been injected with anything strange, or injected with any substance that affected his movement...

"Changed the method?"

He got up while talking to himself, dragged his body that was weakened by the Tower of London out of bed, moved to the door of the ward, and pushed open the unlocked door.

Outside the ward is not a corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant, but the interior of a very luxurious and retro mansion.

John looked around and found no one guarding him, so he quietly walked along the corridor toward the stairs in the distance.

No matter what situation you are in, it will never go wrong to find a way out first.

What he didn't know was that in the seemingly deserted corridor, there were actually many pairs of Kazilan's big eyes staring at him.

However, according to Rhine's instructions, the house elves did not dare to scare this unlucky guy who was already extremely mentally fragile, so they completely concealed their presence.

If we don't run away, we can still be friends.

Going down the stairs, John reached the first floor of the mansion.

He saw the door at the end of the corridor at a glance. His face was filled with joy and he wanted to run over. However, his peripheral vision was suddenly attracted by a silver reflection and he turned his head to look over.

In a hall facing the stairs, a very unscientific plate with an arc shape at the bottom, but he didn't know how to put it there smoothly, caught his attention.

It wasn't that it was expensive, but the glow that was constantly flowing on the plate gave John a strong feeling.

This thing seemed to be calling him from somewhere.

"Don't go there!"

John felt conflicted to himself.

"No! It doesn't feel dangerous!"

"I thought so last time too!"

"But I need more ways, it won't let me go!"

"I have no escape, I have nothing to think about, I shouldn't have hope!"

"..."

Dobby was observing him secretly, with a sense of pity in his eyes.

What a wonderful human being!

Too bad it's crazy.

Although full of contradictions, John still got closer to the plate, and couldn't help but reach out to touch it, to test the risks of this magical existence.

But before he could touch the plate, the glow flowing inside suddenly erupted, and shadows like ink stains emerged like boiling...

At the same time, he was hit by some force.

Obviously, something exists but cannot be seen around!

This change immediately triggered John's rather bad memories. He rolled and crawled backwards on the spot, erupting into a burst of dolphin-like screams!

"ah------------!"

"ah------------!"

Correspondingly, Gomez Adams, who emerged from the invisible state, was also startled, and screamed when he came face to face with John!

Isn't it too scary to be surprised by this?

Seeing the figures suddenly appearing out of thin air in front of him, John crawled and ran outside the house.

But before he could stand firm, he bumped into someone running in from outside the door, face to face.

"Boom!"

John's whole body was petrified there, and he felt a moist and oily feeling on his lips.

Lancelot, who was kissed so suddenly by him and ran over when he heard the scream, was petrified on the spot, and then suddenly smiled evilly.

He stuck out his tongue!

"Ah————Bah! Ha~spit! Ugh——!"

John quickly avoided the harassment of the prodigal, trying to get rid of his contaminated feeling while retreating.

The picture became unserious and even a little funny.

It was so funny that the extreme fear in John's heart could no longer be sustained and collapsed, leaving only the only thought "I am not clean anymore".

"What the hell are you????"

While continuing to spit, John broke down and roared at the group of people emerging from the air.

When extreme fear goes too far, people often develop unprecedented courage.

He is so.

Among the crowd, Rhine walked over silently, taking advantage of John's opportunity to take the initiative to communicate, and finally let him understand the current situation.

A group of wizards who originally only existed in fairy tales appeared before their eyes.

They rescued themselves, who were imprisoned by the authorities for research, and brought them back to this mysterious but life-like luxury stronghold.

When he was in a coma, the wizards extracted his memory and put it into the disk called the "pensieve", and began to understand the reason why he became like this.

In order to prevent him from being frightened again when he woke up, they asked the elf to hide the strange existences around him, including the figures of wizards who seemed to be petrified around the pensieve...

At the end of the sentence, Rhine glared at Lancelot fiercely.

"I originally arranged for this bastard to keep an eye on me, but he went outside to drink!"

This is not Rhine's conjecture. The smell of alcohol exuding from the prodigal's body is enough to prove that this inference is correct.

Lancelot trembled, knowing that he might be beaten again, but...

He licks his lips.

"It's worth it."

"Please spare us!"

Gomez and others began to complain about this slut who was not afraid of eating meat and fish.

Although the content of the topic was somewhat uncomfortable and the information was really overwhelming, the atmosphere displayed made John feel a kind of comfort in the human world.

This was something he had not felt in the past period of time, even when he was walking among the crowd outside and trying to find trust among his peers.

The feeling is sometimes very strange, and it can relax people's extremely tense nerves.

After a moment of silence, John looked at Rhine and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"You and it are rivals, right?"

"Yes, I have thwarted its actions several times, and this time I need your help."

John looked around Rhine suspiciously, and overall he was not very optimistic about this young man.

"Since you know its existence, you should know its indescribable horror...is that really okay?"

Does that mean you're not bragging?

Unspeakable horror?

Rhine made John feel a little dumbfounded.

This description brought back some memories of Rhine's previous life, so that he quickly realized that Mr. John Trent opposite was probably...

"I'm sorry, I only extracted the memories of your experience, and I didn't pry into your life rashly."

Rhine said to John with a smile.

"Mr. Trent... what is his occupation?"

"You didn't see it?"

John looked at the Pensieve, then back at Rhine. He suddenly felt that this wizard could handle it, at least he wasn't so unscrupulous.

So, he also laughed naively and extended his hand to Rhine for the first time.

"I'm an insurance company..."

"investigator."

The loop is closed.

In this Ganges.

Rhine said in his heart.

……

Pulling out that memory from the pensieve borrowed by Dumbledore, Rhine sent it back to John's brain, and the two parties finally began their first normal conversation since they met.

The core of the topic is John's experience with the book "In the Mouth of a Madman".

As an insurance company investigator, John Trent's relationship with the book stemmed from a commission from the publisher.

That is to investigate the whereabouts of Satt Kane, the best-selling horror novelist who has just completed this novel and has the status of Stephen King from another world.

Yes, after completing the creation of "In the Mouth of a Madman", the novelist who brought horrific memories to countless readers suddenly disappeared.

In the beginning, John was clueless.

What is the publisher?

That's the big bourgeoisie. Would they care about the life or death of an author?

Anyway, the manuscript has been handed in!

So John believed that they asked him to do the investigation just to create a publicity stunt.

In particular, he was assigned a beautiful woman as an investigation assistant. This operation did not look like what a serious investigator should do.

Women will only affect the efficiency of his investigation.

But what John didn't expect was that what was originally a gimmick eventually turned sour.

At first, he tore up and spliced ​​the covers of Sartre's novel series provided by the publisher into a map, which had a rather game-like feel.

According to this map, John and his beautiful assistant drove to their destination, and encountered a series of horrific events such as weird car accidents, psychedelic twists and turns...

At that time, he simply felt that there were too many things to talk about.

But just when he fell into sleep out of boredom and allowed the beautiful woman to drive as she pleased, the vehicle unexpectedly flew into the sky, passed through a quite magical time and space tunnel, and entered a small town that looked very warm.

The beautiful assistant was dumbfounded.

This is definitely not something that a mere publishing house like them can come up with!

Until this moment, John, who woke up, still didn't believe it.

He felt that this woman was just playing him, and she was very involved in the play, so he might as well quit his job in a publishing house and become an actor.

But what happened next finally made John feel so terrifying to a degree that exceeded the limit of human understanding!

First, a group of seemingly innocent children encountered the hostility of the adults in the town, and then the hotel owner and some townspeople were distorted at night, turning into various tentacled, murderous monsters...

The author Sartre found by them told John that he originally thought that the inspirations that emerged in his mind were the source of his imagination, but in fact...

It was just a "seed" that the great indescribable existence placed in his mind and spread into the world through him.

Now, in the world they created together, the seeds have sprouted and blossomed.

And John will take more of their seeds and spread them into the wider world outside, making greatness even greater!

What can John say?

In addition to saying "You must be mentally ill", he chose to run away with a bucket.

The most pity is that the beautiful assistant has been affected. Not only did she not send him any benefits that the male protagonist of the adventure story would have, but she also turned into a twisted thing...

With the deliberate indulgence of Sartre and the unspeakable being behind him, John returned to the real world.

He tried to escape this nightmare, but could never escape its influence;

He tried to warn humans, but was eventually arrested as a madman.

The Tower of London became his final destination, and in that room covered with crosses, he built his own safe place.

But before Rhine arrived, John knew very well.

In the end, it was impossible for him to escape his misfortune and survive alone in this world.

And Rhine, as well as the "wizard" who suddenly appeared in front of him, refreshed his knowledge, but also gave him...

hope.

After reviewing the entire story, John was already sweating profusely.

He sat slumped on the sofa and expressed his meager expectations to the wizards in an extremely sad tone.

"Can you really do that?"

The wizards headed by Rhine once again looked at each other.

"Is that thing so scary?"

"Didn't you get hit by two old men like a ball last time?"

Even the prodigal Lancelot, a Muggle, was speechless as he recalled the scene he had witnessed.

Ping pong ping pong...

Ping Pong Pong...

The unlucky look mixed with inner demons...

John: ...

???

Am I the one who was wronged?