Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"Actually, it's not a wise choice for us to go there directly." Murakami expressed his worries while introducing their daily routine of removing spirits. "Wizards are actually not very popular in the profession of removing spirits. After all, they have never been Many of the magic spells from the Rotten Kingdom are actually not very useful in dealing with spirits."

"In most cases, we immobilize or trap the spirits, and then hand them over to the people in the ghost extermination agency who know how to do things. In any case, it is too much to directly use evil spirits to disperse strange ghosts. Yes! Some of them also want to become Buddhas!"

In response to his words, Robert had a strange expression. Want to become a Buddha? Isn’t your enlightenment a euphemism for being directly eliminated?

"Normally, only the holy water and holy objects of the church have a restraining effect on creatures such as ghosts, but wizards are inherently opposed to the church, so unless someone in the family is a devout believer, they want to get the church The stuff inside is difficult.

"Fortunately, the wizards here know a lot about it, so even though our wands are similar to yours, in fact, our wands may be better than yours in dealing with spirits."

Murakami winked and said, "Do you know the legend of cherry blossoms?"

Robert looked at him directly and asked in a sinister tone, "The more people die under the cherry blossom tree, the brighter the color of the cherry blossoms will be?"

Murakami was choked.

After a while, he calmed down, "Well, that's right. In short, Sakuragi still has a restraining effect on ghosts and gods."

"Yeah, I know." Robert said seriously, "Because the cherry blossom trees ate all those souls!"

Murakami couldn't bear it any longer, "I'm telling you! Don't keep blaming me!"

Robert shrugged and spread his hands, "That's not what I said."

"Isn't that what you said? Could it be that the ghost said it?" As if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction for interrupting his interest in speaking, Murakami asked aggressively, "Or do you want to say that it was me hallucinating?"

Robert pointed to his feet, his face full of innocence, "It was the little raccoon cat who asked me to fight you."

Murakami's face turned red. He looked at the little tanuki who kept nodding, and then at Robert who seemed really helpless. His whole body felt bad.

For a moment, it was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Just then, someone walking in the morning passed by them.

They were two girls in sportswear, with long ponytails swinging behind their heads, and their bodies were full of youthful aura.

"Have you heard?" asked the girl in orange sportswear, "There seems to be something supernatural happening around here."

The girl in pink clothes was obviously very scared of this kind of thing. She showed a panicked expression, "What, what supernatural incident? Chihaya-chan, don't scare me!"

The girl in orange sportswear said carelessly, "What are you afraid of, Naomi, don't you still have me?" Patting her chest, the girl said confidently, "Whether it's a ghost or something supernatural, I will definitely protect you. Naomi-chan is yours!”

However, the girl in pink clothes looked like she was about to cry, "No, don't..."

"Well, actually it was just this morning's newspaper that said that many people were missing in the art museum last night and so on." The girl in orange sportswear scratched her head helplessly, "It's true, Naomi-chan, you are already a junior high school student. You gave birth, why are you still so afraid of ghosts?"

Hearing what her friend said, the girl in pink clothes seemed to be greatly relieved and defended in a low voice, "Because, because it's really scary."

The girl in orange sportswear put on a "I'm afraid of you" expression, and then suggested, "In that case, why not learn karate with me!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" with one's friend with a crazy thought, the girl in pink clothes was a little confused, she looked at her blankly for a while and then whispered, "This, this?"

The look of wanting to say no but not knowing how.

"Look, if you learn karate, you can have the strength to kick down a sumo wrestler!" The girl in orange sportswear continued to encourage, "You can even defeat a sumo wrestler, ghosts and the like, it's a trivial matter."

The girl in pink clothes nodded subconsciously, as if she was really persuaded?

Watching the two people leave, the little wizards seemed to be watching a rising star.

"Karate..." Robert's expression was a little tangled. He thought of the terrifying force value of the heroine of a certain migrant worker comic...

hiss--

very scary!

Where’s the promised Yamato Nadeshiko? This is an act of martial arts at the slightest disagreement!

Completely unaware of Robert's struggles, Murakami continued to promote the two sports of sumo wrestling and karate.

Most people don't appreciate sumo wrestling, but most neon people still like it very much and think that sumo wrestlers are real heroes. Many neon people regard it as a chance to receive a sumo wrestler's business card when their new home is built. Sakae, and the sumo wrestling match has something to do with sacrifice, it is a ritual to exorcise evil spirits.

Yuko naturally liked sumo wrestling, but Hermione was a bit insensitive.

While Murakami was still excited, the little tanuki meowed twice, sniffed, and nodded at the little wizards.

Only then did the little wizards realize that they had arrived at the rest area of ​​the park.

There are some interesting benches here, and a homeless man is sleeping soundly with a newspaper covered on his body.

Speaking of tramps, Robert thought of the Mr. Vagabond he met last night. That guy could live in a high-end hotel worth hundreds of thousands a night. Sure enough, even if he has the same occupation, he will still have a different life. Woolen cloth.

"Did we finally meet here?" Murakami looked around as if he wanted to find some clues, "It seems like there are no clues..."

"Although your actions are very professional," Robert said with a bit of disgust, "but you should also consider the feelings of the cleaning staff."

Murakami looked at him doubtfully, "What does this have to do with the cleaning staff?"

"The little raccoon cat doesn't know how many days have passed. No matter how lazy the cleaning staff is, they should clean up the park, right?" Robert looked at him helplessly, "Since they have been cleaned, no matter what clues there are, as long as If you put it on the surface, it should be disposed of like garbage, right?"

Murakami was speechless.

That's true. If the client just disappeared, then they might be able to find some clues here, such as the small note left when he was kidnapped, but if it was a few days ago...

Murakami, who had just wanted to indulge his detective addiction, suddenly lost his motivation.