It probably never occurred to anyone that someone could steal something out of Area 51.

Or from a closed chamber that has been denied apparition and monitored by countless probes.

The people of District 51 have gone through layers of investigation since they decided to transfer here.

Only when it is determined that he is innocent and has the belief that he can sacrifice himself for the country at any time, and then after training and selection at various levels, will he be transferred to the 51st District.

The moment the time stabilizer was lost, the entire Fifty-One Area instantly began the most rigorous closed investigation.

None of the areas are allowed to leave until the investigative unit has arrived, and any form of private contact is prohibited.

After all, according to the security management of Area 51, there is absolutely no possibility of any invasion here.

Therefore, if something is lost here, the first thing they think about is that there is an inner ghost in District 51.

The use of magic is forbidden, and wizards can only get what they want by mixing in by various means.

However, District 51, even if the president wants to come, he must go through layers of checkpoints here, from the most basic biological verification to high-end soul testing.

They couldn't figure out how anyone could be able to sneak in.

And also went to the most dense underground chamber.

So, after Glitter picked up the time stabilizer, Area 51 instantly activated the picketing procedure that had not been activated since the beginning of the setup.

While they were still wondering who the ghost was, Glitter had already left the place.

Time goes back to when Glitter first entered the Chamber of Secrets.

He had been in possession of the panel for years, and he had never seen a panel in such a gaffe.

It is like a traveler who has been thirsty for a long time in the desert and suddenly encounters an oasis full of cool lakes.

It is like a hungry ghost who has been starving in hell for hundreds or thousands of years, and has seen the most delicious delicacies.

But even this instinctive desire for life is not as good as one-ten-thousandth of the panel's anxious attitude.

Gretel was in the state of magic particles and thought for a long time, thinking about how he could put the balance in front of him into his small bag without revealing himself.

It's impossible to show up, and there are too many probes here.

But if he dares to break away from the state of magic particles and appear here in the form of his main body, he will be humanely destroyed in an instant.

Those never-ending probes will not let go of any life that appears in this secret chamber without permission.

Glitter estimated his reaction speed, as well as the response time of the spell, and gave up on the idea of using the spell to hard-apex five or six millimeters.

The fastest reaction speed of normal humans is about 0.2~0.3 seconds, and the fastest reaction speed of specially trained people can be compressed to 0.1 seconds.

Replaced by wizards, this data will not be too different.

Even if he is engrossed, it will take at least 0.05 seconds, or fifty milliseconds, to react.

However, in such a small and exquisite secret room, the speed of bullets of specially modified machine guns has long exceeded kilometers per second.

According to his calculations, the moment his vital signal appeared here, in a thousandth of a second, a bullet would penetrate his body.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for Glitter to compete with electronic components for reaction speed.

Then he had to think about how to make him be able to cast spells normally while he was in the state of magic particles.

Only by putting the spell on in advance could he have the faint possibility of getting the time stabilizer in his pocket.

However, putting himself in the state of magic particles and casting spells is also a problem that he has not been able to overcome.

Enchantments must cause fluctuations in magic particles, but he is now one with the ubiquitous magic particles.

It's hard to say if the magic particles that make him up will be consumed by the spell in order to cast a spell.

If he is unlucky, he happens to consume the magic particles that make up the vital organs of his body, and he is afraid that he will never have a chance to return to the physical state.

So far, the only spell that doesn't cause self-consumption is the one that I used when I communicated with Fred before, which was purely soul-related.

But now, he's going to keep the time stabilizer in his hands while keeping himself safe.

So he needed at least one Utopia to fend off the machine guns that circled around him.

Considering the enchantment's ability to resist and the lethality of this specially modified machine gun, Glitter may need more than just a shield.

If you count it, you don't know how much magic you have to use.

He didn't think about destroying all the weapons here, and then taking the time stabilizer away generously.

But after careful observation, he just cursed secretly, the people in District 51 are crazy.

All weapons are connected to a sensor, and the other end of the sensor is connected to a tactical bomb buried in the wall.

As long as more than a third of the weapons here are disabled at a time, all tactical bombs will be detonated instantly.

I don't know if they want to destroy the time stabilizer rather than give people a chance to steal it.

Even if he can block the strafing of machine guns, he can't stop the bombardment of tactical bombs.

It wasn't until Glitter got closer to the time stabilizer that he realized that it didn't seem like things were that troublesome.

Because the moment you get closer, the panel will automatically draw the power from the time stabilizer.

Gretel tentatively stretched out his hand, and the space was in a trance, and the time stabilizer disappeared from his eyes in an instant.

Then the panel exploded a black hole in the space as if it had been overwhelmed, and countless magical particles were instantly swallowed up by the sudden gravitational force.

Caught off guard, Glitter didn't escape, and was swallowed by the black hole.

His mind, his soul, also fell into infinite darkness at the moment when he approached the black hole.

It was also at this time that the security procedures in the entire secret room were all activated in an instant.

Along with the machine-gun fire, the tactical bomb also exploded with a bang.

That is, this secret room is made of special steel, otherwise the entire 51st District may be blown up into the sky.

The moment a deafening roar reached the upper floors, the entire area was sealed off in a matter of seconds.

But at this time, Glitter has been completely swallowed by the black hole and completely disappeared from this space.

No matter how much they try to find out the 'inner ghost' that doesn't exist, Glitter is carried by a black hole and appears in a strange world.

——

Gretel didn't pay any attention to his image, and just fell on the side of the street full of black water.

He felt some indescribable melancholy, as if he had been inextricably linked to a coma since he came into contact with the wizarding world.

Every year, for all kinds of strange reasons, I let myself fall into a coma.

Although he would get some benefits every time he woke up from a coma, he really didn't like this kind of situation that he couldn't control.

That would make him feel very insecure.

Gretel had been lying in this sewage for nearly half an hour.

It's not that he doesn't want to get up, it's that now he is all over his body, and only his slightly undulating chest can prove that he is barely alive.

Elsewhere, not to mention the limbs, even the eyelids, it was difficult for him to control.

The spirit is quite complete, but the body can't control it.

I remembered the terrifying sight of a tactical bomb exploding before I was swallowed by a black hole.

For a while, Glitter couldn't tell whether he was damaged by a bomb or swallowed by a black hole.

Thinking about it, Glitter felt that it would be better to be swallowed by the black hole, at least, he still had a complete body.

Although he can't control it for the time being, he can barely feel it.

However, Glitter felt that if he lay down like this again, it would not be too far away for him to see death.

But this alley is obviously very remote, otherwise it would not have been half an hour, and not even a single figure would have been seen.

The only living thing, a mouse, was not far from him, squeaking with hunger.

The rat didn't know how long it had been hungry, but finally it couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards the behemoth lying in the sewage in front of him.

Just when Glitter felt that he was going to be eaten by rats, a series of hurried footsteps rushed towards him.

However, it is clear that the man who came was not trying to save him, he was targeting the rat in front of him.

Glitter could only distinguish the actions of people by hearing.

As he rushed out, the rat that had just rushed to Gretel's side was about to burrow into his cuff in a panic.

The furry touch, accompanied by a sharp squeak, made Gretel shiver.

In his previous life and in his life, he had never had such close contact with mice.

He struggled to shake out the rat that was scurrying wildly in his sleeve.

But after trying hard for a long time, there was no reaction from all four limbs.

Fortunately, someone came to save him from this embarrassing situation.

Seeing the rat rush into the sleeve in a panic, the visitor looked very excited, and rushed to Gretel's side with great strides.

first pinched his cuffs, and then quickly pressed the mouse that failed to rush out in time.

One man and one rat tossed for a while, and finally ended in the failure of the mouse.

Maybe he was afraid that the rats would escape, but the person who came sent an unknown number of fists through his clothes.

Finally, the rat stopped struggling, and the pungent smell of blood mixed with the stench of the rat frantically attacked Gretel's nasal passages.

After killing the mouse, Glitter thought the man would be kind enough to save him.

Unexpectedly, the man quickly rummaged through Gretel's body.

The ornaments and small bags on the body were all groped by the visitors.

Finally, he took Gretel's coat off with great difficulty, and then left the alley with cheerful steps.

If his lips could still move, Glitter would let out a long sigh.

Think of him as a traverser, a first-class wizard in the wizarding world, and a great man who created the dawn with his bare hands.

One day he would be paralyzed on the side of the street, almost eaten by rats.

In the end, he was ransacked, and the point is, he didn't even know the face of the looter.

The only thing he could tell was that the person who had just killed the rat and prevented him from becoming food for the rat, and that the one who had ransacked him by the way was a little guy.

The slender, no, sleek, thin limbs that had been stripped of his clothes, had been so wasted.

Facing back to the sky, Glitter had some doubts about where the black hole had sent him.

It was as if the panel was dead, and there was no movement except for a black hole for him.

is like a thief in the green forest who doesn't care about killing and burying, and like a scumbag who has succeeded, only enjoying it and not being responsible.

The sensations transmitted from the limbs have become weaker and weaker, and the rise and fall of the chest has become more and more slight.

But his spirits were getting more and more excited, and Grett felt that if he died in this deserted alley, he probably wouldn't see death again.

I don't know if the ghost team at Hogwarts is willing to accept him.

Gretel wondered if he might fight with Ms. Gray for the Ravenclaw ghost representative if he turned into a ghost.

But think about Helena Ravenclaw, the cold temperament of the girl who was stabbed to death by the bloody Barrow and turned into a ghost, probably won't compete with him for this position.

Gretel also thought of the dawn.

It's better to become a ghost than to go to the realm of the dead.

In this way, maybe he will have a chance to see the new world brought by the dawn.

Nor did he prevent him from giving advice to Seni and them.

However, they have to elect a new leader, after all, a ghost can't be the leader of the dawn.

He couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't even observe the ubiquitous magic particles, and he couldn't call for their help.

Magical particles are somewhat observant.

It's hard to say if Gretel has a big heart, and he doesn't feel panicked even though death is imminent.

Up to now, the only thing he is reluctant to let go of may be the business he has started, he wants to raise his arms and take all the wizards with him, and live freely in the sun.

Everyone is free to choose the career they want.

It won't be because of the identity of a wizard, like a gray-haired mouse just now, it may be killed at any time.

What a pity~

Gretel sighed in her heart.

At this moment, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps in the distance, which was familiar.

It was the kid who had just stripped him of his coat.

Gretel suddenly thought of one thing, this kid wouldn't be here to strip his pants, right?

So, just now, my subordinates showed mercy and left him underwear and pants to cover his shame, is it inconvenient to take it away?

Now that you've cleaned your hands, you're back to waste it?

The thought of being unclothed when he died, Gretel's calm heart was no longer at peace.

The boy ran to his side, carefully reaching his nose to feel the faint breath.

Then he leaned down again and pressed his ear to his chest.

After a long time, he stood up and let out a long breath.

Then, with difficulty, he lifted Gretel up, pulled Gretel's arm, and carried his upper body on his back.

Because of his height, Gretel's legs could only be dragged helplessly through the sewage.

Oh, it was the one who saved me!

(End of chapter)