Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard - Chapter 138

c137 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 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 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 instantly.

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 own 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 didn’t 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 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 got closer, the panel began to automatically draw power from the time stabilizer.

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

Then the panel seemed to be full, and a black hole blew up in the space, and countless magic particles were instantly swallowed up by the sudden gravity.

Caught off guard, Gret did not escape, and was swallowed up by the black hole.

His thoughts and soul also fell into endless darkness the moment he approached the black hole.

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

Accompanied by the machine gun’s sweeping without dead angles, the tactical bomb also exploded with a bang.

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

The moment the deafening roar reached the upper level, the entire area was blocked within seconds.

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

No matter how they tried to check for the non-existent “insider”, Gret was swept by the black hole and appeared in a strange world.

——

Gret didn’t pay any attention to his image and fell on the street full of black water.

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

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

Although he would get some benefits more or less after waking up from a coma, he really didn’t like this situation that he couldn’t control.

That would make him feel very insecure.

Gret had been lying in this sewage for nearly half an hour.

It’s not that he didn’t want to get up, but now, only his slightly rising chest could prove that he was barely a living person.

Other places, let alone his limbs, even his eyelids, were difficult for him to control.

His spirit was still intact, but his body couldn’t be controlled.

He remembered the horrible scene of the tactical bomb exploding before he was swallowed by the black hole.

For a moment, Grete couldn’t tell whether he was destroyed by the bomb or tortured by the black hole.

Thinking carefully, Grete felt that it was better to be swallowed by the black hole. At least, he still had a complete body.

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

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

But this alley was obviously very remote, otherwise it wouldn’t have taken half an hour for him to see a single person.

The only living thing was a rat, not far from him, constantly making hungry squeaks.

The rat didn’t know how long it had been hungry, and finally couldn’t bear it anymore, and rushed towards the behemoth lying in the sewage in front of it.

Just when Grete thought that he would be eaten up by the rat, a series of hurried footsteps ran towards him.

But the person who came was obviously not here to save him, his target was the rat in front of him.

Grete could only rely on hearing to distinguish the person’s actions.

When he rushed out, the mouse that had just rushed to Gret was trying to get into his sleeves in a panic.

The furry touch, accompanied by a sharp squeak, made Gret feel cold.

In his past and present lives, he had never had such close contact with a mouse.

He wanted to struggle to shake out the mouse that was madly running around in his sleeves.

But after trying for a long time, his limbs had no reaction.

Fortunately, the man rescued him from this embarrassing situation.

Seeing the mouse getting into his sleeves in a panic, the man seemed very excited and rushed to Gret with big strides.

First, he pinched his sleeves tightly, and then quickly held down the mouse that failed to rush out in time.

The man and the mouse struggled for a long time, and finally ended with the failure of the mouse.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the mouse would escape, the man sent countless punches through his clothes.

Finally, the rat stopped struggling. The pungent smell of blood mixed with the stench of the rat attacked Gret’s nose crazily.

After killing the rat, Gret thought that the man would be kind enough to save him.

But he never thought that the man would quickly search Gret’s body.

The pendants and small bags on his body were all groped away by the man.

In the end, he took off Gret’s coat with difficulty, and then walked away from the alley quickly with a cheerful step.

If his lips could still move, Gret would definitely let out a long sigh.

He was a traverser, a first-class wizard in the magic world, and a great man who created the dawn with his bare hands.

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

In the end, he was robbed by someone, and the point was that he didn’t even know the face of the robber.

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

Those slender, no, skinny limbs took a lot of effort to strip off his clothes.

Lying on his back, Grete wondered where the black hole had taken him.

The panel seemed to be dead, and there was no movement except for creating a black hole for him.

Like a bandit who only cares about killing and not burying, or a scum who succeeds and only enjoys himself without taking responsibility.

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

But his spirit is getting more and more excited. Gret feels that if he dies in this deserted alley, he probably won’t see the god of death.

I don’t know if the ghost team of Hogwarts is willing to accept him.

Gret thought, if he becomes a ghost, should he compete with Ms. Grey for the seat of Ravenclaw’s ghost representative.

But thinking about Helena Ravenclaw, the girl who was stabbed to death by the Bloody Baron and turned into a ghost, she probably won’t compete with him for this position.

Gret also thought of the dawn.

Well, becoming a ghost is better than going 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 prevent him from giving advice to Seni and others.

However, they had to elect a new leader. After all, a ghost couldn’t be the leader of Dawn.

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

The magic particles had a sense of existence as long as they were observed.

It was hard to say whether Grete was careless or not. He didn’t feel panicked even though his death was imminent.

At this moment, the only thing he couldn’t bear to let go of was probably the business he had created. He wanted to raise his arms and lead all the wizards to live freely in the sun.

Everyone could freely choose the career they wanted.

They wouldn’t be beaten to death at any time because of their identity as wizards, like the gray-haired mouse just now.

What a pity~

Grete sighed in his heart.

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

It was the child who had just stripped off his coat.

Grete suddenly thought of something. Could this child come to strip off his pants?

So, I just showed mercy and left him some underwear and pants to cover his body. Was it inconvenient to take them away?

Now that I have cleaned my hands, I will come back to recycle them?

When he thought that he would die naked, Gret’s calm heart was no longer calm.

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

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 lifted Gret up with difficulty, pulled Gret’s arms, and carried his upper body on his back.

Because of the height problem, Gret’s legs could only be dragged through the sewage helplessly.

Oh, it turned out to be to save me!