[Comprehensive] Zombie Valley: Terror and Suspicion

[Urban Legend - Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts]

"Isn't she normal?"

Seeing Hermione sitting in the old warehouse of my family, practicing spells in front of the mirror, and looking left and right from time to time to adjust her hairstyle, I said to Draco who was peeping in the corner like me.However, Draco hugged his shoulders, and his beautiful face was full of indescribable worries.

"That's because the time hasn't arrived yet." He glanced at the clock in the room and said softly.It's half past five.

"The good show starts after 6 o'clock..."

Take a look at the thin twisted braid that Ares gave him ingeniously tied around the ear (his hair is already quite long, please imagine the length of the hair of the elf prince in the Lord of the Rings, especially on Halloween. Xiao Duan), he looked at me with almost transparent beautiful eyes and said: "The most difficult thing for people to do is self-understanding, especially for a wizard. They are extremely talented, rare, and lack self-knowledge even more than ordinary Muggles. And the only The time to lift the ban is when they cast spells. The magic key unlocks their confusion about fate. In the colorful magic light, they can search the past, see through the future, and thoroughly understand their true colors, especially In the mirror, she can see through every pore of her skin, every inch of bone curvature..."

I listened to Draco's rare literary words, and I was dumbfounded and praised: "The first part is extremely philosophical, the middle part is very deep, and the latter sentence is quite terrifying..."

"So." Draco paused, and said to me with an extremely responsible expression: "The above statement not only shows that I have carefully memorized the books in Transfiguration and History of Magic, but also shows that we need to prevent her from Summoning Tate or something (he doesn't remember Hermione saying Tate's full name at all, keeps saying ummmahahah or something.)."

"Then you replace her?"

"It's only me. But if you want Granger to accept this decision, and really see other wizards stepping on her head to show off, it may be more difficult than eating a ground dragon. Gryffindor guy Guys, if you don't let them show their big faces everywhere, they will hate you until the end of the world. At least if I talk, she will definitely fight with me. You know how much she wants to show you that I am a Bastard she's an angel. So, you know, Ares."

Listening to Draco's heartfelt words and looking at his slightly smiling face, I suddenly realized.

This is for me to use Hermione's love for me to persuade her.

My dear Draco, how forgiving this is.Pushing the beloved Ares to j□j is definitely out of compassion for human beings.For this reason, Ares felt that he had suddenly become great. Looking at Hermione doing the exercises, I walked towards her gracefully with strides.

"Hi, Hermione."

"Hi, Ares."

Hermione smiled brightly when she saw me.She flicked her cute head to show a cute expression, and her long hair was dripping with sweat of happiness.

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll be fine soon."

As she spoke, she uttered a spell, tapped the mirror with her wand, and then an old man's head emerged from the mirror.

"I'm in the bathroom, dear miss, why are you calling me in such a hurry?"

"Excuse me, are you the ghost of the xx committee member of the xx district xx committee in xx street?"

"Oh yes, beautiful girl you are right."

"So how did you feel before you came here?"

"It was wonderful, I felt an angel calling me, I seemed to be resurrected, so I ran here without my pants on."

Hermione showed a white toothy smile, then nodded and said, "You can go back, grandpa."

"Is there no good thing? You know, I thought you asked me to come to fulfill my wish to be resurrected. Otherwise, why do you think an old man is rushing here with his old legs?"

Hermione laughed again, knocked him back with a stick, and then I heard the old ghost mumbling something about you bastard wizards.

"Well, this 'Piggy Curse' (Hermione simplified it so as not to have such a long name as the 'Piggy Piggy' summoning spell), it does summon ghosts, but it has a side effect, it applies Giving the ghosts the illusion that they can come back to life just by going to where they were summoned, so you know, it's easy to get in trouble. They get mad."

Hermione rubbed her wand and muttered to me: "Every ghost comes to me to beg for a new life. There was a guy who was a ghost just now. I heard that I was just doing practice and recruited him to play. He gritted his teeth and said that he would come here tonight." Kill me. So, this spell is easy to kill. Of course, ordinary people call it 'backlash'."

I swallowed my dry throat, and had to confirm that wizarding is still a somewhat dangerous profession, and it is too easy to make enemies.

But now is not the time to worry so much, I then told Hermione the main point of my coming to find her.

This process took me about 5 minutes, and I saw Hermione's wide smile turn into a suspicious frown, and by the time I finished my last word, her beautiful brown eyes were filled with a kind of hurt.

"I can't understand, why let him replace me? Ares, you can't do this, I know you like him more, but now is a critical moment, and you must calmly and wisely choose the right person to handle this matter. "

"Calm down, dear." I held her by the shoulders, dragged her tightly as if preventing a hydrogen balloon from taking off, and said seriously: "I just don't want you to be troubled, Hermione. Besides, you said you would let Tate Turning into a watermelon was originally Draco's job, but Draco and I privately begged for forgiveness, saying that his Transformation Spell was extremely bad, so I planned to change it with you."

"Don't tell me that this kind of homework under the first grade of the magic school will make him very troublesome. Please pass the Transformation Curse Class B and A grade exams. Ares, in fact, he just wants to find someone in this tense moment. You know, people in Slytherin are always a little twisted, and they may not be able to control their nervousness. For example, you always have the urge to pour coffee on the face of your smiling friend. This is A dark quality, and Slytherin brings it to the fullest. The more tense he is, the more he loses his senses, so he finds ways to sabotage..."

Hermione's self-esteem was obviously stabbed, and she was already a little incoherent.I had to hug her tightly, and reassured that it wasn't for Draco's meritorious service, so she calmed down a little.

"Hermione, listen, you know I'm a very fair man, I did change him to give you a rest. And I think Tate is a very dangerous existence, I'm afraid of Draco he can't control him , only you, Hermione, my genius, you are the only one who can turn him into a watermelon. You know, making Tate into a watermelon is the key to all our missions than summoning Tate !"

Don't tell me, although Ares's words were a bit of a trick, it did make Hermione's eyes light up again.She thought for a few seconds, then suddenly realized and nodded: "Speaking of it, Tate has a strong magical talent, and someone can suppress him. Malfoy must have been afraid so he refused. I'm going to deal with it."

I was so happy to hear her words.

He hugged her tightly again and again to say thank you, and gave her a deep kiss on the cheek.

"mission completed!"

I said to Draco with a smile on my face, and Draco hugged his shoulders and said, "It was a very happy kiss."

I was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Oh, that's to appease her."

Draco glanced at the corner of his mouth, snorted and turned around. I wanted to say something to save him, but I obediently wiped the mirror and handed the wand under Draco's disgust, and then taught Draco to summon Hermione with a 45-degree squint. Points to note about mantras.

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Gradually late at night, past 6 o'clock.I don't know if it's an illusion, I seem to have noticed some peeping sight in some corner, but when I wait to confirm it, it's empty, as if it's just my illusion.Hermione told me it just meant the ghosts were starting to move.

The current situation is like this. Ben and Vivienne have completed all the decorations around the house, and a large number of delicious candies are also placed outside the mansion door. Any child begging for candies can come in and get candies at any time.And on the street, all kinds of strange people also began to appear.

How should I put it, because Halloween is a festival that is said to be haunted by ghosts, so all normal human beings will dress themselves up like their own kind to confuse their eyes for safety.So, on the streets now, there are people pretending to be centaur, zombies, tigers, skull masks, chinless makeup at the scene of a simulated car accident, and face masks. Those who drew zippers, those who stuck an arrow in their heads, and the familiar clown makeup.With so many weirdly dressed people, it made me feel less nervous.

"Oh, thank you for the candy. This spider candy looks so fancy."

A bloody man with an ax stuck in his forehead praised me.

I looked at his head, I don't know how this prop is so realistic, the ax looks very old, the handle is still worn out, full of realism; the torn skin is full of capillaries, and the edge of the skin still produces inflamed green Purple.The split brain was tender and tactile, and the sticky thing on the ax blade even really smelled like a brain. (My hometown has the habit of drinking pig brain soup, I know it as soon as I smell it).Looking at him biting the leg of the spider candy, I admired: "Your makeup is so good, I almost thought it was real."

The man heard it, glanced at me strangely, and said with a low smile, "How do you know it's not true?"

As he said that, he smiled evilly and walked away with candy in his bag.

I stared blankly at him, then looked at Hermione, and Hermione said to me, "He's really a dead man."

Hearing this, I gasped, but just as I was about to desperately wipe off the brain foam that I touched with my hands just now, Hermione laughed again: "I lied to you."

I am speechless.I have to say, the little witch Hermione is just so naughty with me sometimes.

Then we saw people in all kinds of ghost costumes. They came and went, looking so happy, unaware of the crisis hidden in the villa behind them.

When Hermione and I were discussing the spiritual summoning ceremony that started at 9 pm, suddenly, a group of people appeared on the street in front of us.These guys really seemed to have fallen from the sky. There was no news at all before, and I didn’t even get a leaflet about the city government organizing a street parade. Their dresses were also interesting, attracting the attention of everyone on both sides of the street.

However, the eyes of the people walking slowly in this line were extremely dull, as lifeless as a seriously ill patient who had lost too much blood.They wore all kinds of clothes from different eras, ranging from medieval dresses to modern jeans and shirts, each of which was covered in blood and scars everywhere.There was a woman holding a baby in her arms, with a turban wrapped around her head, her face was blue, and there was a rope around her neck that had not been untied.There is a woman, with burnt makeup on half of her body, with a skeleton face facing the sky, walking slowly.There is also a man with only one third of his head left, as if he has been hit by a bomb. I am curious how the effect of this makeup is achieved. After all, it is easy to pretend and difficult to pretend.And there's a guy in a shirt and jeans with two bullet holes in his head and maggots all over his body, oh my god, this dude sacrificed a lot, how tough it is to endure this makeup, and there are people wearing A whole bed of blood-stained white sheets covered the upper body, and a human head was dragging in his hand.

At this time, a few children on the side of the road were curious and pulled his quilt with a smile, but when they pulled it off, they found that there was nothing on the bare neck of this guy, as if he had been beheaded! !

Almost all of the other teams have similar virtues. Their common feature is that their horror makeup is extremely realistic and their expressions are quite natural.

Seeing this, I felt that something was wrong more than I was amazed. I glanced at Hermione and said with a smile: "Well, ah... how should I put it, the locals are really good at this kind of activity, this team parade The team is so much fun."

But Hermione looked very nervous, she gently approached my ear, and whispered: "That's not pretending, these people are real ghosts. This is the common saying of ghosts walking in the night. They have just been released from hell Come out and parade the streets to find your own substitute. This is the right granted by the king of hell. When the parade is over, people in this town equivalent to the number of the parade will die in similar ways in the next year. We Hurry up into the house, don't look at them, don't be stared at by them."

I was very surprised: "Are you kidding me?"

And Hermione seemed serious, and she gave the line another nervous look, pulling me in while preventing Violet from going out too.

"No, I must go and see."

As she spoke, she pushed Hermione's hand away, and when I was about to pull her, Hermione dragged me into the room and stopped me.

Closing the door, my back was sweating for a few seconds while I said hastily, "Why didn't you stop Violet?"

Hermione looked at me slowly, and said, "If she is really destined to die, then we can't help her. If she is destined not to die, then those ghosts can't do anything about her."

"In that case, why did you take me into the house?"

Hermione lowered her voice and said, "Because I'm a witch, a real witch, ghosts hate witches and are afraid of witches, I don't want them to come in and conflict with us. You need to know that we have other tasks. You hope to come in with a bunch of Tate's A helper? What’s more, the basement here is the entrance to hell. The energy of the night ghosts comes from hell. This room is like a charger for them. The endless power is like a east wind for them. We will all be finished. "

Hearing Hermione's words, I suddenly realized.Fortunately, these ghosts finally left the street, and no one stayed.

But even so, this huge parade left a deep impression on me.

I also re-recognized the things about people and ghosts again.

It turns out that the saying that a dead ghost finds a substitute is true, and there are still times when such a ghost looks for a substitute.How stupid I was to think that Walking the Ghosts was fun.This is simply a ritual to find a scapegoat.

It's just that I don't have more time to think.

"It's set up, it's in the old warehouse, you can come here."

Suddenly Draco found us and said so, Hermione and I hurriedly agreed, and hurried away with him.

The plan to capture Tate officially begins.

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