Hogwarts Archmage

There were two people on the boat and one monster, and they were relatively speechless.

After being silent for a long time, after careful consideration, Rose picked up her insulation box and went to the house to get three large bath towels - Fatty also had nothing on him.

"It sounds like we've known each other for a long time, but we still don't know your name? By the way, my name is..."

"Your name is Rose, and her name is Nancy. I know both."

Fatty interrupted her directly: "My name, with the pronunciation you are accustomed to, is probably Cthulhu Futan... You should continue to call me Fatty. Names like ours all have special meanings. Call me more." It’s not a good thing—your rank is still too low, just a little higher than that of the substitute.”

"Okay...substitute..." Rose said with some confusion: "You said just now that someone will replace you. What happened?"

"Do you know what I'm here for?"

Rose shook her head, but still made a guess: "Come to participate in this Margaery game?"

"Her name is Margaery now..." Fatty was in a daze for a moment, and then he reacted: "Yes and no, it's not so much that I'm here to participate in this game, it's better to say that I'm here to die."

"To die? What's going on?"

After Fatty was silent for a while, he said slowly: "Among my kind, my brother and I are the most polluting ones... She wants us to die and decompose, and then turn this world into a Paradise, her rank is at the top, and I have been alone for too long, so I agreed.”

"Then why are you looking for a replacement?"

"Because the moment I gained freedom, I didn't want to die. Even if I stayed quietly like an ordinary creature and could walk around occasionally, I would be satisfied."

Rose nodded. She understood what the guy in front of her was thinking, but...

"Then you should be hiding instead of running around."

"I did hide..."

Fatty pointed in the direction of New York in the distance: "But the chaos and blood there made me very hungry, so I had no choice but to come out."

With nothing to do, Rose casually told him about what happened in New York.

"You're saying that after the chaos reached its peak, your boss let you go, right?"

"Yes what's the matter."

Fatty raised his head and looked in a certain direction in the sky, sighing deeply: "It seems she still doesn't want to let me go..."

"What do you mean?" Rose asked confused.

"The substitute I found for her was too weak and the pollution was too low... It was like a drop of ink dropped into the ocean. It might have an impact, but it is almost negligible..."

He looked a little sluggish.

Rose couldn't help but put herself into his situation: "Then do you have any other ideas?"

Fatty nodded, and his left arm, which was made of twisted tentacles, suddenly spread out: "Stay back, don't splash blood."

The two girls didn't know what he was going to do, but they still retreated to the cabin obediently.

After they closed the hatch, Fatty tore off a tentacle with his right hand and shot it in a certain direction in the sea. After the tentacle left a certain range of him, it expanded rapidly.

Dagon was anxiously waiting for the people he sent out. When he was about to question his men, a hand as thick as a giant whale hit his bare and ugly face.

He touched his head. Although he didn't know what happened, he still carefully picked up the tentacle that exuded the father's aura and took a bite.

Soon, his face became surprised, and he didn't care about his men. He picked up the tentacle and started to feast on it - these were different from the processed liquid he drank. This was pure flesh and blood. It will inevitably be polluted if we go down, but at this time, we don't care about that anymore.

As the tentacles gradually disappeared into the gaps between his teeth, his body became thicker, and the originally ugly ravines on his body began to gradually twist into some wonderful patterns.

On the Upper East Side, George frowned and looked at the chaos on the street outside. It was better at night than during the day, but it was still full of violence. Several bodyguards had died today.

Suddenly, he had an idea. Why not do something to make the city quiet?

Just do it, he turned back to the house and began to think about what methods and tools he should use.

As a spur-of-the-moment idea without much thought in advance, he quickly encountered a problem - in such a big New York City, how should everyone get out of the mania?

Fatty sat on the boat, feeling the pain that people of his class should not have to experience.

Rose and Nancy looked at him worriedly, wanting to open the door and come out to have a look. After all, after taking care of him for so long, he finally had some feelings for him.

He waved his hand to signal the two of them not to come out, and grabbed another tentacle with his right hand: "...it's not enough..."

After saying that, with a fierce move, he tore off a tentacle with the skin and flesh again, and threw it in the direction just now.

Dagon was just realizing his own power, feeling that he still had some unfinished ideas. There was a sound of something passing through the water layer at high speed. He turned around, stretched out his arm, and caught the thing with some difficulty.

Another tentacle.

He happily opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth and took a bite.

The scales on the body surface gradually melted away and melted into the skin, making the entire body's epidermis extremely tough.

In the villa on the Upper East Side, George went crazy and scratched his hair into a mess. How should he use it?

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and Jasmine walked down with her head in the air: "Dad, it's so late, aren't you still asleep?"

"Not in a hurry…"

His words stopped abruptly, and his eyes rested on the small speaker held in Jasmine's hand. This was something he made for Jasmine a few days ago. As long as he pressed it, various popular music would play.

George rushed over, picked up Jasmine and kissed her, then turned back and wrote down in his notebook the things he needed to make a speaker that could spread sound throughout New York City.

Soon, he thought about the required parts and mysterious items, but... what medium should be sent out with these sounds to stabilize the city?

He fell into deep thought again.

On the sea here, after waiting for a while, Cthulhu once again stretched his right hand to his left arm.

Rose pushed open the door and rushed out: "What on earth are you doing!?"

The glowing blood on the ground looked so tempting, but Rose knew how dangerous these things were, so she just looked at him from a distance and shouted.

"Go back inside...my blood is something you cannot bear at your current level..."

Fatty shook his head, and an invisible force pushed Rose back into the cabin and slammed the door shut.

This time, he directly grabbed two tentacles.