"It's a pity that you have a good foothold, and you have verified it against others."

Kuman Tong, who was in the arms of the black-clothed Azan, quietly opened his eyes.

The black-clothed azan said, "You have souls, Professor Malfoy helped you do it?" ”

There was a sudden silence in the room.

The quarrel between Yin Sen and President Nia also stopped, and his eyes looked directly at the black-clothed Azan with straight eyes.

"You don't need to look at me like that, I can see that it's not that my eyes are vicious, but that your acting is really bad."

Kuman Tong chuckled, his innocent gaze staring at the people in front of him.

"Oops?" President Nia chewed on the description, her eyes turned white, as if she had been spotted and no longer intended to pretend.

"Where are we not acting well? Isn't this the person you remember? ”

She asked, confused.

The black-clothed Azan glanced at her.

"I don't have to share it with you, do I?"

"You have to let us know where we're failing, right? Don't you humans have a saying, well, called "die to be a ghost" or something? ”

"And then let you tell your companion?" Azan in black asked rhetorically.

Perhaps the mocking tone was too much, so that the other seven people present instantly turned into skins and covered the black-clothed Azan overwhelmingly.

The black-clothed Azan didn't raise his eyelids, he didn't know when there were several black animal skulls at his feet, and the black hole stared at these ghostly shadows.

The moment they moved, the skulls of these black animals suddenly opened their mouths, and the bones seemed to be loaded with yellow, and they jumped up and tore at these magical creatures.

"Sure enough."

Azan in black looked at the black animal skulls, stretched out his hand, and another delicate skull appeared in his hand.

"This place doesn't exist in our world, everything here is fiction."

He looked at the ceiling, knowing that Professor Malfoy had been keeping an eye on it.

"Professor, do you want us to know this?"

——

"It seems that the second person to discover this little secret has appeared, and I thought it would be postponed."

In the café, in the roster placed on the side, one name after another is rapidly disappearing.

These people either died at the hands of the natives here, or they entered the dimly lit buildings and were killed by the magical beasts that had been laid in ambush inside.

Among the two buildings that he focuses on, the other one with the theme of "whispering", the script seems to be coming to an end.

"The International Federation of Wizards, the International Wizengamot, the armed forces under these two international organizations are not bad, at least they are much better than Grindelwald's time, have they learned their lessons?"

The characters in the book that represent "Whispering" have been getting slower and slower.

The wizards of the International Police Department and the Wizards of the Special Operations Department are very capable of action, and the other wizard in the seventh grade and the two wizards in the fifth grade are completely taken away.

"But the judge doesn't seem to be in a good state."

Ranko didn't expect that the curse of "whispering" would have such a great effect on an international judge of Wizengamot with strong psychological quality.

Seeing that the judge didn't even want a wand, and pushed the police officer who came to help him away like crazy, crouching in the corner and covering his head and yelling, Ranko thought about it and walked out of the café with his wand.

"Can't someone send a judge, I'm crazy, right?"

That's a bit of a hard way to explain.

Ranko pondered how to give him treatment, at least not to have any more accidents on campus.

Otherwise, Professor Danlin would have gone crazy.

Hehe......

The natives regarded the Orchid family as nothing, and the magical animals hidden among the aborigines walked around the orchid, and some of the new residents seemed to retain some of their emotions, fearing Professor Malfoy more than curious.

It wasn't long before Ranko walked into a building.

The flickering lights suddenly became normal, and the distorted figures in the hall on the first floor that were reflected by the lights disappeared in the next moment.

Ranko waited for a moment until the waiter at the front desk showed up.

The pale front desk lady gave Professor Malfoy an ugly flattering smile:

"Mr. Malfoy."

"Where's my stuff?" He asked.

"Here, Mr. Malfoy." The front desk lady hurriedly took out a crystal skull from under the counter.

"Someone tried to find it, but they didn't find it."

"Hmm." Ranko took the skull and dragged it in his hands.

"You're getting more and more disrespectful." The upper and lower jaws of the crystal-clad skull were open and closed, but it was not spoken in English.

Ranko glanced at the front desk lady, and saw that the front desk lady was already squatting in the corner, covering her ears with her pale hands, and not looking at this side with her eyes closed.

Ranko blinked, and couldn't help but sigh that this kid was really good.

"You're not human, you want to be disrespectful."

Ranko tried to put it in his pocket, but Crystal Skull sternly refused.

"I'm alive anyway, can you not keep putting it in your rancid ghost bag?"

Crystal Skull vented his dissatisfaction loudly, "You didn't say that at the time, if the old man wasn't moved by your sincerity, do you think the old man would follow you here?" ”

"And let the old man stay in that rancid pocket for so many years, Malfoy, you disrespect the old man too much, do you know?!"

"Got it, got it." Without hesitation, Ranko slipped the noisy crystal skull into his pocket.

Crystal Skull......

"Malfoy!!"

Ranko can't hear it.

The essence of this thing is in the real world, but this thing is something special, it is an object that produces self-consciousness and soul, so it can be brought in.

"Enough is enough as part of the "babbling" curse. ”

Ranco has a lot of this kind of strange things, curses have a long history in the history of magic, the pyramids of Egypt, the deep sea Atlantis, the catacomerbs of Paris, such places as this kind of legend or strange enough origin will produce some strange things.

These items are either under the strict care of the Ministries of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards, or they are displayed in the hands of some collectors and become one of their precious collections.

As a wizard with 100 million innocuous fetishes, Ranko also wants to pay attention to these.

The peculiarity of the Crystal Skull stems mainly from its legends.

There is an old legend among the American Indians:

In ancient times, there were 13 crystal skulls, and they could talk and sing.

These crystal skulls contain information about the origins and death of humanity and can help humanity solve the mystery of life in the universe, but people must find all the skulls by December 21, 2012, which is the end of the Mayan calendar, which has been circulating for 5,126 years, and unless the 13 skulls are gathered together and placed in the correct position, the Earth will fly off the axis, and only then can the supernatural power of the skulls save the planet.

It is also rumored that there are a total of 52 crystal skulls. There are 13 Mayans, and the others are scattered around the world in sacred places, including many other indigenous tribes in the Americas, as well as tribes such as the XZ and Australian Aborigines.

The mandibles of 12 of these skulls are movable, called "singing skulls", and they store a great deal of knowledge, which is a gift from aliens from Sirius to earthlings.

In order to assist in the spread of knowledge, the aliens made 40 more mandible immobile skulls on Earth, called "talking skulls".

Regarding the legends that the two Rankos had learned about in their previous lives, he asked about the skeletal head that had cursed the previous Muggle owner to death, and was sprayed in the face.

"I am the greatest work ever made by the great Spessiozza Vandira Kazibwe!!"

"What? Alien? What's that? That thing doesn't even deserve to carry shoes for the old man!! ”

"Oh, do you think there is anyone else like me? Yes, there are, but they are all failures, and they may have been accidentally revealed. ”

This skull head is good for everything, but the mouth is too broken.

And the most important point is that every word it says is an inaudible whisper, or a mental pollution.

Language, especially unknown languages, if it's an ancient magic script, it's good to say, the ancient magic script has gone through layers of screening, and most of the ancient magic scripts only have a role when they are written words, and their pronunciation no longer has the power of magic.

And the kind of magic text that can produce effects when read out will not be spread for a long time, and it belongs to the type that has a small number of people and is more powerful.

The language spoken by the Crystal Skull is classified according to the current type of magic, and it is also an ancient script, but it is a type of scripts that have not been included.

Ranko won't say either.

This is a minority, and even if he has heard it and remembered it, he cannot speak the language that he cannot write.

This language is automatically translated into the language of the listener when it is heard, but it is more dangerous because of this.

If you understand it, you can't help but understand and analyze.

And the process of analyzing this intelligible language is itself a spiritual pollution, a cursed process.

It can even be said that it is impossible to prevent it.

"Wizards with Occlumency, it's okay to say that they can stop this process of brain translation."

If you don't, you will be polluted by this process of analysis and understanding, and you will become a hysterical madman.

"That's the theme here."

And those saints......

They are almost dead, and they are not facing the wizards of the school, but the elite of the real wizarding world.

Ranko shoved the crystal skull back into his pocket and headed upstairs.

On the way, I saw a lot of crippled magical beasts, and those magical beasts were somewhat injured, as if they wanted to do something to those wizards, but they didn't succeed and caused a lot of trouble, which is a later story.

On the third floor, there were people lying on the ground everywhere.

These people either kill each other, use the most primitive methods like primitive people, tear off other people's hair, arms, and splatter flesh and blood, which is unsightly.

Either that, or with their wands at each other, magical attacks are more brutal and effective than the most primitive forms of combat.

The color of ketchup was everywhere, and from time to time you could see dead bodies lying on the ground.

These were natives, and there were saints and Death Eaters.

Ranko saw the smiling and eerie smile of the guide standing in front of him.

"Mr. Malfoy."

The fingertips of the guide lady with her hands covered in blood ticked, and the blood fell to the ground along her nails, making a crisp sound.

She shook the liquid from her hand and asked crisply, "Can I open a zoo here?" ”

"Zoo?" Ranko asked with interest.

"Why do you want to open a zoo?"

He randomly selected some of these tour guides for them to make temporary cameos, and he didn't know what these people were thinking.

"Tell me about it, if it's interesting, it's not impossible."

In the midst of the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, Ranco had a good conversation with the blood-covered tour guide.

"I like rabbits." The tour guide suddenly stretched out his hand, took out a head from an unknown place that was stuck with two bones on the top of his head as ears, and said with pity:

"You think it's cute, too, little creatures."

“……”

Looking at what could be described as performance art, Ranko was visibly silent.

No, what's the matter with this man?

"I don't mind." Ranko looked at the performance art, the corners of his mouth twitching, and he turned his head away.

He really couldn't understand this style of art.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."

The guides got out of the way, and these guides were all endowed with some special powers by Ranko, and the wizards of the International Wizengamot and the International Federation of Wizards could not kill them, but were tortured enough by them.

"Then I'll look forward to it a little bit."

Ranko walked past the guide and walked deeper into the third floor.

The door at the end is locked, and one can't help but ignore this one room.

"Is it a hidden spell?"

Ranko raised an eyebrow, a little curious about the spell.

You know, there are really not many spells that can affect him, especially in this place of mental strength.

With a slight transfer of his authority, Ranko knew that this spell should be a spell from the Special Operations Department.

The basic logic of the construction of this world derives from his knowledge

In other words, the magic that can be effective in this world, the magic wand that manifests, the clothes that people wear, and so on are all built on the basis of his knowledge framework.

This requires not only powerful magic, but also a wealth of knowledge.

President Nia and Azan in black saw this.

And here's another interesting feature.

If you want to realize it, you can really achieve it, and what you think about can be realized, and the little easter eggs set up by Ranco are very interesting.

It's a pity that many people have failed his kindness.

Professor Malfoy stretched out his wand and tapped the door to unravel the spell.

Then, two powerful spells followed.

Ranko's face remained unchanged, and the spell vanished as it approached him, as if it had been erased.

"Professor Malfoy?"

"Professor Malfoy?"

The two wizards from the Special Operations Department saw that it was Ranko, and only after confirming the identity of the other party did they let them in.