Hogwarts Archmage

"Hey, Mom...um...I'm here...you guys..."

Jasmine glanced into the distance while talking on the phone, and said to the phone: "I saw your car!"

She was on the second floor, and the window was just right enough to see the corner of the road to Central Park, where the McCalls' car was.

After hearing Jasmine's words, the couple walked out of the car together.

Jasmine opened the window and shouted: "Dad! Mom! I'm here!"

Max stood up and shook his head: "Actually, you can just say it on the phone. The sound is too loud. Let's go and greet them."

Jasmine smiled sheepishly and followed Max down the stairs.

When they went downstairs and walked through the small courtyard, Jasmine's parents happened to come to the door.

Jasmine trotted on her well-proportioned legs and got into Mrs. McCall's arms, and then she poked her head hard several times with her fingers.

Max fell behind her and walked forward slowly, smiled and looked at Jasmine who was being scolded, and stretched out his right hand: "Hello, Jasmine's father, I am Max Black, just call me Max. "

"George McCall, that's my wife Contrick."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to hold her fingertips, shook her gently twice, and then let go in time.

The noble lady who still retains her charm raised her head and said with a smile: "Just call me Connie. Thank you for taking care of Jasmine these days."

"nothing…"

After Max replied, he felt that it was not a problem for a group of people to chat at the door, and it was not a problem for the security man to stand beside him all the time. He stretched his hand towards the house: "Come in and have a cup of tea... You can ask the driver to drive the car. Go into the yard, parking is not allowed on this side of the street.”

McCall didn't have to say anything himself. The discerning security guy had already trotted over and told the driver about it.

And the four of them entered the house together.

Max made a pot of tea in an extremely unprofessional way, but no one said anything. Instead, they smiled and ignored it. However, Jasmine made a few jokes. The mother next to her was just about to say something to her when she noticed that Max Connie replied nonchalantly. Seeing them laughing and joking, Connie suddenly remembered her own youth and simply ignored it.

He first poured two cups for Jasmine and himself, and then poured half a cup for the McCalls. Just when the couple picked up the milk bottle and wanted to add something, Max waved his hand.

She picked up two test tubes from the table next to her, which contained gray-blue liquid, and poured them in one at a time.

"This is..." George said doubtfully.

"You shouldn't have missed those video tapes, right?" Max picked up a teaspoon and helped them mix it evenly. "I saw that you have some infections on your body. It's very light, but there is. This thing is another lady who plans to meet you. The infection you gave me cannot be eliminated, but you can put them to sleep... Don't worry, it's not a bad thing after you successfully put them to sleep. At least you won't get sick in the future, and you can live a few more years than your expected lifespan---this is the one Exact words the lady told me.”

"Video tape...infected? What do you mean?"

"It's an interesting way of spreading to them. As long as anyone has seen the video of that game, no one is immune, except those who are already more infected or have evolved."

"What will happen after infection?"

"It's okay, you are still you, even healthier and longer, but..." Max tapped his head lightly, "This place is no longer under your control. In the beginning, you will only be there when they need it. Sometimes you can't help but do what they want to do, and in the later period, even if it's normal, you will become a walking zombie who only serves them."

George was silent for a while, and Connie next to him was a little at a loss.

After a while, he raised his head and asked, "What about Jasmine..."

"Don't worry too much, Jasmine is with me."

"Who are you? What is your purpose?"

"I am Max, a subordinate of one of them. I have no purpose. At first, I just thought Jasmine was cute and pitiful, but then...another lady asked me to protect Jasmine and give these potions to you."

"Another lady?"

"Yes, she hopes that you, Jasmine to be precise, can serve her."

Connie hugged Jasmine tightly into her arms: "Molly is still a child."

Max leaned back and said with some self-deprecation: "This kind of formal conversation is really not suitable for me... That lady looks like she is only in her teens, but who knows how old she is. Don't care too much about her age. She made the video tape." The other woman also looked to be in her teens, but..."

She reached out and grabbed a heavy mug next to her, scratched it a few times, and the invisible space chopped it into countless pieces and put them back together again: "She just fed me a little bit of her own blood, and that's all I did. "

The surrounding space also became distorted at the movement of her fingers, but soon returned to its original state.

George looked at the intact mug on the table, and drank something in the cup in front of him that was unclear whether it was tea or medicine: "I hope to meet the lady who asked us to serve her."

"She just wants you to be there for her."

"Do we have a choice?"

Max thought for a moment: "Of course, in my personal opinion, she is the most upright among these people...I am also the foster carer of her child."

"If we don't agree..."

"The most she can do is make you forget this memory and send you back to England."

"This is the worst choice..."

Max Game looked at him puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

"There is a dangerous event in the world that may break out at any time, but I am kept in the dark without knowing anything. Of course it is the worst... I would rather live with fear every day than be destroyed without knowing anything. …”

"Destruction shouldn't happen..."

"What you just said was infection, but from what I heard, I felt that pollution is a more appropriate description... When the entire world is contaminated and turned into walking zombies, wouldn't it be destruction?"

Max bit her lip, feeling that the power of these people's random thoughts was really terrifying, but she didn't refute it.

After just a few days of getting along, it turns out that although Jasmine is a bit of a jerk, everyone will like a sensible and cute child, and she is no exception. If the family chooses to serve the brown-haired Mrs. Langley, that would be great. However, at least safety can be guaranteed.

At this time, Connie also picked up the cup and drank her own cup of mixture. She thought clearly that it would be better for the family to be neat and tidy.