Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Charles sat quietly in the waiting chair.

So far, things have largely gone as he expected.

Madison is very proactive. Facing the double temptation of handsome guys and magic, she is almost completely irresistible, and this is indeed a smart approach.

She has always been such a person, neat and tidy, and always likes to take opportunities in her own hands.

Three aging agents..

The growth trajectory of big American girls is very strange. Since they were sixteen or seventeen years old and passed a hurdle, their appearance seems to have stopped changing, and they have always maintained their best condition.

Then until it was close to thirty, it immediately aged, and the speed was so fast that it seemed to be cursed.

The current Madison has a feeling that Charles has found him in the original file. After graduating from Hogwarts, he came to the New World and met the arrogant witch in the witch assembly.

The two are almost alike.

It's just that Madison in this period is still a little bit young.

Charles suddenly felt something vibrating in his arms. He took it out and saw that it was a magic notebook.

"Are you okay in America?"

The writing is very beautiful, earnest, stroke by stroke, Hermione, Charles can even imagine the little girl leaning over the mahogany table, holding a quill pen, writing these words stroke by stroke.

A smile appeared on Charles' face unconsciously, but he quickly restrained himself vigilantly and became expressionless again.

It's like reading a business newspaper.

"not bad."

"I'm looking for those folk magic traces, and I'm on the road right now."

"Ah, I've heard about American road culture, have you heard of any good food there?"

The first half of the sentence was fine, if you open your mouth you know everything, but when it comes to the second half of the sentence, the style of painting changes, no accident, it should be left by Bai Xue.

"Of course, if I have time, I can pick you up to play."

After Hermione's vacation, she only stayed at home for a few days before returning to Wonderland, because she still felt happier with those princesses.

And when the few of them get together, it is equivalent to having several different worlds, whether it is the customs, customs, food and beauty, they are all different experiences.

Enough to keep her entertained for a long time.

And the princesses escort each other, unless the stepmother alliance is dispatched collectively, no one can easily please them in their hands.

This is also the reason why Charles left England with confidence.

"This is what I wear."

Maddie Xu suddenly appeared in front of Charles, with one hand on his hips, posed a pose, and asked.

"very nice."

Charles looked up with a natural tone.

Madison gave him a suspicious look.

"What are you doing."

"Magic books."

"Wizards also need to learn."

Madison rolled her eyes.

"What the hell."

she complained.

"What about this one?"

She put another piece of clothing in front of her and gestured.

"Not bad."

"I feel like you're playing tricks on me."

"Well, maybe a few."

Charles laughed, he stood up and came to Madison.

"But if I do."

He found the two pieces of clothing in Madison's hands and handed them to the shopping guide next to him, "Wrap them up."

"It's not just perfunctory."

Madison moved her head again.

………………

Obviously, it takes a long time for women to go shopping, and Madison is the best among them. The two of them skipped a day of class and Madison went shopping for a whole day.

In a public high school, almost no one cares about her. Her alcoholic father may not have come home yet. Even if she disappeared, no one would find her for a while.

So she has nothing to worry about.

"Next week is the graduation party."

"You can go with me."

When the two returned home, Madison put herself still on the sofa, raised her legs, picked her nails, and said.

"But you're only freshman."

The high school prom is held every year, but generally speaking, only the current graduates will be invited, just one grade, and the sophomores and freshmen are rarely invited.

"I naturally have my channel."

Madison shrugged.

Charlton paused.

"Maybe your channel is not as reliable as you think."

Madison rolled her eyes.

"So you declined?"

"of course not."

"That was my purpose."

"What's the meaning?"

Madison frowned, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be unable to understand what Charles was saying.

In fact, the prom is one of the purposes of Charles' trip.

Madison is of course the main target, but the prom is also the Shire target, which is incidental but also of great value.

Of course, Charles' purpose is not as simple as dancing a dance, his goal is what happens at the ball.

In fact, the prom has always been the peak of the plot, such as Carrie, but Carrie is not in this town.

Carrie was three years younger than Madison, and she was classmates with Charle Hermione and others. She hadn't entered high school yet, and her prom was nowhere in sight.

Did Madison attend such a dance in the original plot?

Obviously not, because if she participated, she would not survive, and there would be no future witches, so Shire said that her channel might not be as reliable as she thought.

But since Charles is here, she wants to participate, so she can.

as for the danger

Whatever the dangers in this town, now that Charles is here, he is the greatest danger.

"You would never think that I would come to this small town for no reason."

"Is it not because of me?"

Madison laughed.

"You are indeed a surprise."

"But prom is what I'm here for."

"Don't tell me that you have an appointment with someone for a dance, and now, you are here for the appointment."

Madison's tone was still natural and domineering, but Charles, who knew her very well, could still hear a hint of displeasure in her tone.

"of course not."

Charles smiled, then his tone suddenly became mysterious, and he said slowly in a deep voice.

"Have you heard of the curse of... the gift of the devil?"

………………

When Shire and Madison were talking at home, outside the town, in the forest river not far away, a guy who looked like a floating corpse struggled and crawled out of the water.

"ah!"

He panted heavily, as if he had finally breathed fresh air after drowning for a long time.

"Snapped!"

He stretched out a hand and grabbed the soil by the river. With his movements, large streams of blood flowed out from the joint between his palm and the soil.

Because if you look closely, his hands are like boiled soft meat, with bones, skin, and muscles that will fall off with a slight touch.

And the movement of his palm touching the soil caused most of the muscles in his hand to fall off in an instant.

But as if he couldn't feel the pain, or was numb, he gasped again. He propped himself up on the ground, half of his body, and showed a terrifying face.

Half of the muscles on his face had melted, only one half was intact, and the other half flowed and melted as if soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid.

It turned out that this festering was not just his palm, but his whole body.