Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard - Chapter 137 Comatose again

Perhaps no one has ever thought that someone could steal something from Area 51.

Or from a closed secret room where Apparition is prohibited and monitored by countless probes.

All the people in Area 51 have been investigated since they decided to be transferred here.

Only after confirming that his family background is clean and he has the belief that he can sacrifice for the country at any time, and then after training and selection, will he be transferred to Area 51 to serve.

The moment the time stabilizer was lost, the entire Area 51 instantly began the most stringent closed investigation.

Before the investigation department arrived, each area was not allowed to leave, and any form of private contact was prohibited.

After all, according to the security management of Area 51, there is absolutely no possibility of any invasion here.

So, when something was lost here, the first thing they considered was that there was a ghost in Area 51.

The use of magic was prohibited, and wizards could only get in through various means to get what they wanted.

However, even if the president wants to come to Area 51, he must go through the layers of checkpoints here, from the most basic biological verification to the high-end soul detection.

They couldn’t figure out how anyone could get in.

And they went to the most tightly guarded underground chamber.

So, after Gret picked up the time stabilizer, Area 51 instantly activated the picketing procedure that had never been activated since the setting.

When they were still struggling with who the traitor was, Gret had already left here.

Time went back to when Gret had just entered the chamber.

He had obtained the panel for many years, and he had never seen the panel lose its composure like this.

It was like a traveler who had been thirsty for a long time in the desert, and suddenly encountered an oasis full of cool lake water.

It was also like a hungry ghost who had been starving in hell for hundreds and thousands of years, and saw the most delicious delicacies.

But even this instinctive desire of life was not even one ten-thousandth of the anxious attitude of the panel.

Grete thought for a long time in the state of magic particles. He was thinking about how to put the scale in front of him into his small bag without exposing himself.

It was impossible to show up. There were too many probes here.

If he dared to leave the state of magic particles and appear here in the form of his original body, he would be destroyed humanely in an instant.

Those never-ending probes would not let go of any life that appeared in this secret room without permission.

Grete estimated his reaction speed and the response time of the spell, and gave up the idea of ​​using the spell to harden the top by five or six millimeters.

The fastest reaction speed of normal humans is about 0.2~0.3 seconds. For people who have undergone special training, their reaction speed can be compressed to 0.1 seconds at the fastest.

If it were a wizard, this data would not be much different.

Even if he was fully focused, it would take at least 0.05 seconds, or fifty milliseconds, to react.

But in such a small and exquisite secret room, the speed of the bullets of the specially modified machine guns had long exceeded kilometers per second.

According to his calculations, at the moment when his life signal appears here, within one thousandth of a second, the bullet can penetrate his body.

Therefore, Grete will never be able to compete with electronic components in terms of reaction speed.

Then he must consider how to make him cast spells normally when he is in the state of magic particles.

Only by putting on the spell in advance can he have a slight possibility to get the time stabilizer.

However, casting spells in the state of magic particles is also a problem he has never overcome.

The spell will definitely cause fluctuations in magic particles, but he has now merged with the omnipresent magic particles.

It is difficult to say whether the magic particles that make up his body will be consumed by the spell in order to cast spells.

If he is unlucky and the magic particles that are consumed happen to be the magic particles that make up his important organs, he is afraid that he will never have a chance to return to the physical state again.

So far, the only spell that will not cause self-consumption is the spell that simply involves the soul level when communicating with Fred before.

But now, he has to get the time stabilizer in his hands while ensuring his own safety.

So he needs at least one Utopia to protect him from the machine guns that are surrounding him.

Considering the resistance of the spell, the lethality of this specially modified machine gun, Grete may need more than one shield.

If you count it, I don’t know how much magic power he needs to use.

He did consider destroying all the weapons here, and then taking the time stabilizer away openly.

But after careful observation, he just cursed inwardly that the people in Area 51 are all crazy.

All weapons are connected to a sensor, and the other end of the sensor is connected to the tactical bomb buried in the wall.

As long as more than one-third of the weapons here fail at the same time, all the tactical bombs will be detonated instantly.

I don’t know if they would rather destroy the time stabilizer than give people a chance to steal it.

Even if he can block the machine gun’s strafing, he can’t block the bombing of tactical bombs.

It wasn’t until Grete got close to the time stabilizer that he realized that things didn’t seem to be that troublesome.

Because the moment it gets closer, the panel begins to automatically absorb the power from the time stabilizer.

Grete tentatively stretched out his hand. The space was in a trance, and the time stabilizer disappeared from his eyes in an instant.

Then, as if the panel was full, a black hole exploded in space, and countless magic particles were instantly swallowed by the sudden gravity.

Caught off guard, Grete was swallowed by the black hole without even escaping.

His thoughts and soul also fell into infinite darkness the moment they approached the black hole.

It was also at this time that the security procedures in the entire secret room were instantly activated.

Along with the machine gun firing without blind spots, the tactical bombs also exploded with a loud bang.

That is to say, this secret room is made of special steel, otherwise the entire 51st District might be blown up to the sky.

The moment the deafening roar reached the upper floors, the entire area was sealed within seconds.

But at this time, Gretel had been completely swallowed by the black hole and completely disappeared from this space.

No matter how they tried to investigate the non-existent ‘ghost’, Grete was trapped by the black hole and appeared in a strange world.

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Gretel didn’t pay any attention to his own image, and just fell down on the street covered with black water.

He felt a little unspeakably melancholy, as if he had been inextricably linked to coma ever since he came into contact with the magical world.

Every year, for various strange reasons, I fall into a coma.

Although he would benefit more or less every time he woke up from a coma, he really didn’t like this kind of situation that he couldn’t control.

That would make him very insecure.

Grete had been lying in the sewage for nearly half an hour.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to get up, it’s actually his whole body now, and only the slight rise and fall of his chest can prove that he is barely alive.

It was difficult for him to control other places, not to mention his limbs, even his eyelids.

The spirit is still intact, but the body cannot be controlled.

I remembered the horrific sight of the tactical bomb exploding before I was swallowed by the black hole.

For a moment, Gretel couldn’t tell whether he was blown up by the bomb or swallowed up by the black hole.

Thinking about it carefully, Gretel felt that it would be better to be swallowed by the black hole. At least, he still had a complete body now.

Although he couldn’t control it for the time being, he could still barely sense it.

However, Grete felt that if he continued to lie like this, it would not be that far away for him to see the God of Death.

But this alley is obviously very remote, otherwise it wouldn’t take half an hour without even a single person being seen.

The only living thing was a mouse, not far from him, making squeaking sounds of hunger.

The mouse didn’t know how long it had been hungry, but it finally couldn’t bear it any longer and rushed towards the huge creature lying in the sewage in front of it.

Just when Grete thought that he would be eaten up by rats, a series of rapid footsteps rushed towards him.

However, the person who came here was obviously not here to save him. His target was the mouse in front of him.

Gretel could only rely on his sense of hearing to distinguish the visitor’s movements.

When he rushed out, the mouse that had just rushed to Grete’s side was trying to get into his cuffs in a panic.

The furry touch, accompanied by the sharp squeaking sound, made Gretel uncontrollably feel chills.

In his previous life, he had never had such close contact with a mouse.

He wanted to struggle to shake out the rat that was scurrying madly from left to right in his sleeve.

But after trying for a long time, there was no reaction in my limbs.

Fortunately, someone came to rescue him from this embarrassing situation.

Seeing the rat crawling into the sleeve in a panic, the visitor looked very excited and rushed to Grete’s side with long strides.

First, he pinched his cuffs tightly, and then with quick eyes and hands, he held down the mouse that couldn’t rush out in time.

One person and one mouse struggled for a long time, and finally ended in failure of the mouse.

Maybe he was afraid that the mouse would escape, but the visitor punched him countless times through his clothes.

Finally, the rat stopped struggling. The pungent smell of blood mixed with the stink of the rat’s body attacked Grete’s nasal cavity crazily.

After killing the mouse, Grete thought that this man would be kind enough to save him.

But he never thought that the man quickly started rummaging around Gretel’s body.

The accessories and small bags on his body were all groped by the visitor.

Finally, he took off Gretel’s coat with difficulty, and then quickly left the alley with cheerful steps.

If his lips could still move, Gretel would have let out a long sigh.

I think of him as a time traveler, a first-class wizard in the magical world, a great figure who created the dawn of light with his bare hands.

One day he would be paralyzed on the street and almost eaten by rats.

In the end, it was looted. The important thing is that he didn’t even know the face of the looter.

The only thing he could tell was that the person who had just killed the rat, prevented him from becoming rat food, and looted him by the way, was a little guy.

Those slender, no, should be called skinny limbs, took a lot of effort when stripping off his clothes.

Facing the sky, Grete had some doubts as to where the black hole had sent him.

The panel also seemed to be dead. Apart from creating a black hole for him, there was no other movement.

He looks like a green forest thief who cares about killing but not burying him, and like a scumbag who has succeeded and only enjoys himself without taking responsibility.

The feeling transmitted from the limbs has become weaker and weaker, and the rise and fall of the chest has become lighter.

But his spirit became more and more excited. Gretel felt that if he died in this deserted alley, he would probably never see the God of Death.

I wonder if the ghost team at Hogwarts is willing to accept him.

Grete thought that if he became a ghost, he should compete with Ms. Gray for the seat of Ravenclaw’s ghost representative.

But considering the cold temperament of Helena Ravenclaw, the girl who was stabbed to death by the Bloody Balor and turned into a ghost, she probably wouldn’t compete with him for this position.

Grete also thought of the dawn.

Well, it’s better to become a ghost than to go to the kingdom of death.

In this way, maybe he will have a chance to see the new world brought by the dawn.

It doesn’t stop him from giving advice to Seni and the others.

However, they have to elect a new leader. After all, a ghost cannot be the leader of Dawn.

Unable to open his eyes, he couldn’t even observe the magic particles everywhere, nor could he call for their help.

Magic particles have a certain meaning of existence through observation.

It’s hard to tell whether Gretel is arrogant or not. Even though death is imminent, he doesn’t feel any panic.

Until now, the only thing he couldn’t bear to let go of might be the career he had created. He wanted to raise his arms and lead all the wizards to live freely under the sun.

Everyone is free to choose the career they want.

Because of his identity as a wizard, he might be beaten to death at any time like the gray-haired mouse just now.

What a pity~

Gretel sighed in his heart.

At this moment, he heard the sound of footsteps running quickly in the distance, which was very familiar.

It’s the kid who just took his coat off.

Grete suddenly thought of something, this kid wasn’t here to peel off his pants, was he?

So, just now you were merciful and left him some underwear and pants to hide his shame. Is it inconvenient to take them away?

Now that the hands are clean, come back and recycle the waste?

At the thought of dying naked, Gretel’s peaceful heart was no longer peaceful.

The child ran to him and carefully put his hand in front of his nose to feel the weak breathing.

Then he leaned down and put his ear close to his chest.

After a long time, he stood up and let out a long breath.

Then, he moved Gretel up with difficulty, grabbed Gretel’s arms, and lifted his upper body on his back.

Due to his height, Gretel’s legs could only be dragged helplessly through the sewage.

Oh, it turns out he saved me!