Hogwarts Archmage

Nancy and Rose are patrolling outside a venue to prevent a cat poop incident like the last time from happening again. The unlucky ones from the last time are still in the hospital to this day.

Such gatherings are becoming more frequent and larger in the Big Apple, but the strange thing is that no one has been hurt since the cat poop incident.

It's just that the two of them always felt that there was something unusual about today...

This is not a woman's intuition, but the feeling brought about by her own rank. They can't find where the problem is, but there is always a voice in their hearts reminding them that something big is going to happen.

This was not an underground gathering, but was held openly and openly in the square. It stands to reason that this kind of thing would be suppressed in normal times, but...

If police and city officials are also involved, it's hard to tell.

The poor mayor just passed by by chance at first and wanted to see the activities of the citizens, but he only saw it once and couldn't leave again. He became the vanguard of every gathering.

The atmosphere in the infield was getting louder and louder as one of the fanatics spoke, and the two girls standing nearby became more and more restless.

"There must be something happening that we don't know about." Rose put away her lazy expression and frowned, "I even suspect that this matter is right under our noses, but we subconsciously ignore it. ”

At this time, Nancy is more calm. Her brain is not as useful as Rose's, but she also doesn't have as many ideas.

"My dear, calm down, no matter what, someone must do it in the end, and it will be exposed at that time."

"But it was too late by then! Tens of thousands of people participated in this rally. It is the largest in history and the most important so far. Once something goes wrong, how should we explain to the boss?"

"But there's nothing we can do, we can't even find what's wrong."

One sentence made Rose feel a little discouraged. She said with some frustration: "Ms. Langley will definitely kill us..."

Nancy stepped forward and offered a few words of comfort.

The atmosphere in the infield also reached its peak at this time.

A black man who walked a little crookedly suddenly ran onto the stage and shouted enthusiastically: "Let's start the sacrifice!"

The sound spread through countless loudspeakers in the venue, everyone fell silent, and then they all cheered.

The host who was originally standing on the podium was one of the few people who still had some sense. He was a little embarrassed.

This was originally just a rally. He didn't expect so many people to come at first, but after everyone came, some people even started to install speakers on railings, street lights and other places. He was quite happy at first and lamented that these believers were really Well done, everything is prepared, and this small organization that I am a member of will soon become famous, and may even become one of the top people.

But at this time, he was a little panicked.

From the beginning, they had not arranged any sacrifices.

After the crowd cheered for a while, they realized something was wrong and their voices slowly dropped.

Where is the promised sacrifice?

What is this host doing standing there like a fool?

"Everyone, please be quiet, everyone..."

After the black man finished shouting, he ran away. Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, the host had no choice but to walk to the microphone and said: "There is no sacrifice part today. We will definitely arrange it next time..."

"We're going to watch it today!"

An Asian man in the audience roared angrily, attracting many people around him and slowly spreading to the entire audience.

The host looked at the people in the audience with some embarrassment. He did not notice that the Asian was drowned by the crowd after shouting and sneaked away along the gap.

Tens of thousands of people were staying together, and the scene was extremely spectacular. It took Joel more than an hour, and the people in the venue were so irritable that they would curse at the slightest touch before he managed to crawl out of the crowd. .

The black guy who took the first step was already waiting for him outside the venue.

"Merrick, you bastard...where did you run away from?" Joels cursed at the black boy who took the first step.

"I got into the sewer from the backstage. It was quite clean and very spacious."

"?"

Joels said with some confusion: "How do you know?"

"When my parents quarreled, I would hide there. It was very quiet and tasteless."

"Is there a place like this in New York? Then you won't tell me?"

"I wanted to tell you, but when I raised my head you were already overwhelmed by the crowd..."

Joel shut up and remained silent for a while, then changed the subject: "Shall we go back?"

"Is it possible so early? And I'm worried about whether it will succeed."

"Mr. Mercer himself is here."

Merrick asked curiously: "Where is he?"

Joels pointed to the stage.

"You mean that idiot host?"

"You'd better not say that...he can hear it..."

Merrick quickly shut his mouth.

The two of them discussed for a while and found a quiet place to hide, intending to see what Mercer did.

There was quite a bit of chaos in the infield at this time, and some people used all the trash talk they had learned throughout their lives.

Finally, the host looked at this scene, sighed and said: "Since you want to see the sacrifice so much... then come."

When the crowd calmed down, he dragged up a sack from the backstage, which contained a naked, white man.

It's not quite accurate to say it's the younger brother, because the space between his legs is bare and very smooth. Only if you look carefully can you see a small urination opening. I don't know which master's masterpiece it is.

A hanger was erected on the stage, and a long rope passed through the pulley hanging in the center. One end was held in the host's hand, and the other end was tied to the hands of the white guy, and he fell up.

An asexual person displayed in all directions for everyone to see, making countless people marvel.

"This is a natural sacrifice! He is so pure and flawless!" The host told a crazy lie. Just three days ago, this guy was receiving dozens of strong miners every day.

There was a cry from the audience.

And this "host" picked up a sharp knife.

He carved a mysterious tentacle pattern on this guy with great precision.

This pattern is very interesting. Even people standing in the corner of the venue can clearly see what this thing, which is at most the size of a dinner plate, looks like.

"Believers! Do you see the pattern!? Imprint it on your body! This is only the first step!"

Everyone blinked, both men and women, and tore the clothes off their chests at the same time.

It's easier for some people to carry a knife with them, but for those without a knife...

They thought about it, picked up some stones on the ground, and even used their fingernails to start carving on the body.

The painting is not good and crooked, but it is finally done.