Hogwarts Archmage

Regardless of the sensation outside, the competition here, or rather the game, has begun.

All the contestants hesitated when they looked at the four doors that suddenly appeared in front of them. Although they like taking risks, they always have to take it easy the first time. In the end, most people chose an environment that they were familiar with or unfamiliar with.

To Ma En's surprise, the swamp, which sounded terrifying, turned out to be the most popular place.

But after thinking about it for a while, I realized that the competition lasted three days and two nights, which is not a short period of time. No one would come here carrying a big bucket of water. There are not many survival experts here, but even the stupidest people know this. Get a fire starter and bring it with you, and with fire, a lot of water in the swamp will be drinkable... at least that's what they think.

Max, who was at the end of the team, chose the desert.

She had no purpose, she just wanted to find a place with few people... As for the lack of water, that was not a problem. Although Margaery prohibited her from using any extraordinary means, it would be nice if she was not seen by others. She brought it. Backpack.

He lit a cigarette casually, dangling it in his mouth and walked in.

"It's not good to smoke, especially when she's like this," Hermione said with a frown.

Ma En raised his eyebrows: "It's nothing, it's just the beginning. It's okay to drink water after smoking. Her current fresh water reserve should be enough so that she won't run out of water. As for the rest, I feel that she may not be able to hold on until the end. .”

Hermione said nothing.They were obviously not talking about the same topic.

Esther brought some cut fruits from the side, and several people gathered together and continued to look at the parchment for development.

The first place where the accident occurred was the swamp where the largest number of people were.

A big crocodile emerged from nowhere and was bitten off the upper body by a black man who volunteered to explore the way ahead, leaving only two legs still stuck in the muddy water.

Everyone was stunned.

"Damn it, isn't this just a game? Are they really playing it!?" A gray-haired girl shouted with a broken face: "Let me go! I want to get out of here!"

A female voice came from all around: "Number 17, are you sure to exit?"

"Yes!! I want to quit!!!"

The question was repeated three times, and the girl answered three times. When some people around her began to echo that they wanted to quit, a translucent javelin fell from the sky and pinned the girl to the spot.

"Number 17 is eliminated, number 15, do you confirm your withdrawal?"

The cold female voice began to ask in the same order as she had just called, and there was only deathly silence around.

After receiving no answer three times in a row, the female voice stopped asking and disappeared.

Someone boldly took two steps forward, reached out and touched a handful of the girl's blood, smelled it, and said tremblingly: "Yes...this is true..."

Everyone stood there dumbly, not daring to move for a while. It wasn't until an unlucky guy started to sink because the place he was standing on was too soft and started to cry for help that everyone's attention was attracted. Everyone hurriedly tried to get him out. .

"I think..." An older participant gulped: "I think we need to plan carefully..."

Not to mention their frightening discussion here, the two people who were eliminated are sitting in front of the mapped screen, each holding ten thousand dollars and feeling upset...

Leaving aside the guy who was killed by the crocodile, the gray-haired girl tentatively looked at Dobby, who was acting as the concierge: "You... don't have a resurrection mechanism?"

Dobby tried hard to use his small brain to recall how Ma En taught it. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of this problem. He simply pointed at a wad of money and an instruction manual in the girl's hand, turned around and gave them to each of them. He handed over a key to the lounge and left.

The girl watched the frightened group of people discussing blindly. The more she watched, the more she remembered how embarrassed she had just been. She turned around and left for the nearby lounge.

The key is coded so it's easy to find.

The layout in the lounge is very simple, with a small bathroom, a single bed, and a TV next to it. Next to the TV is a multi-purpose table with pens and paper and a meal delivery table.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

The girl cursed for a while, looked at the ten thousand dollars in her hand, and finally got discouraged. She fell on the bed with her upper body like a dead fish.

Not to mention how upset she was, Max also encountered a problem at this moment.

Who can tell her what the two idiots in front of her are doing?

"Madam, don't be too surprised. We are just negotiating with you in a friendly manner. In places like the desert, supplies are in short supply. We need your water and food in exchange... When we get out, I will give you two hundred dollars. What do you think? ?”

A greasy guy saying stupid things in a way that he thinks is artistic.

"Two hundred dollars...so, you're robbing, right?"

"No, no, no, this is just a friendly negotiation," the Oiler in front of him said eloquently, "but if you don't agree, we may have to spend a little time here."

"You don't know that this game is going to be broadcast, right? Do you think someone will cut out this conflict-type plot?"

"We have no intention of conflict, this is just a friendly discussion."

Max was too lazy to continue talking about cars with these two guys, so he turned around and passed by them.

The strong man next to the Oilers stretched out his arm.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Max confirmed as he looked at this guy who was a head and half a body taller than himself.

The strong man said nothing, and the oil man looked at her with a confident look.

Max raised his leg and kicked the guy in the chest, kicking him five or six meters away. Then he started to feel a little uneasy. It seemed that he had not controlled his strength well. Margery wouldn't be angry...

And at this time, Margaret...

"Why doesn't she kick out that guy with oily hair and pink face?" Margaery said with an indignant look on her face, "I will definitely help her take care of all the follow-up matters, including the police."

Ma En rubbed his chin: "I didn't expect this girl to be quite powerful..."

Esther, who was next to her, looked at Margery who was still unhappy, shook her head and said: "This is a technique. She concentrates all her strength and weight on one point. In fact, it's not a kick, it's a kick. You don't Did you find that guy was not injured?"

Ma En looked at the strong man who had not recovered for a long time, and he was a little confused: "He has difficulty breathing. Are you sure this guy is not injured..."

Esther pursed her lips: "He fell on his own, and it has nothing to do with Max..."

The explanation was far-fetched, but Ma En had no interest in delving into it. He just sighed: "I didn't expect that a random person we met would be a fighting master..."

Esther: "..."