Mason blinked, and he made a gesture to ask the Kite Man to hand over the remaining liquid to him. He took it in his hand and took a look, and the information label quickly popped up:

Stark's armor cleaning fluid

Quality: Standard alchemical items·Standard craftsmanship

Effect: Use the dry cleaning mode to quickly clean all external stains. There are also different scents to choose from. It is a must-have for home and travel.

Item Description: For superheroes and playboys, a perfect appearance at all times is as important as a cool and powerful inside.

Status: The drawings have been included.

"Um?"

When he saw the name of this thing, Mason's heart moved.

Is this "Stark" the one? Well, it seems that Old K is not bragging. Their stars are really very powerful.

Thinking of this, Mason touched the three advanced healing potions on his belt, and then touched the back of his neck. I wonder if the effect of this medicine is enough to save his life when he cuts open his spine to retrieve the bomb?

Well, it takes five minutes for it to take effect.

I guess that won't work.

To be on the safe side, you have to find a magic potion that can heal the injury instantly.

There should be something like this in Hogwarts Academy. Potions and alchemy in this world have a very ancient heritage.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

More than twenty minutes later, while Mason, who was pretending to be a "mute persona", was silently completing the maintenance of his firearm, the low sound of the whistle reverberated on the magic platform. He stood up and looked at the perennial firecracker outside the platform.

Through the fog, I soon saw a train that looked like a steam locomotive breaking through the fog and slowly approaching.

Several other people also got up from their breaks, and Old K was even more armed and gearing up.

But soon, everyone's expressions changed.

That train was attacked!

Although the front end of the locomotive was still intact, only two train carriages that were supposed to be towed were left.

The last section was broken in the center as if it was exploded from the inside. As the train moved forward, the broken wheels kept rubbing against the rails, sparking sparks.

In other words, this thing is a magical creation, otherwise this situation would have been derailed long ago.

"Don't worry, there is no life activity inside."

Old K said while holding his pipe in his mouth.

He seemed to have some kind of detective ability. Mason, who had been observing him, just saw the shape of Old K's pupils change.

When the train slowly stopped at the platform, Old K, as the captain, stretched out his hand to push the door of the train but it did not move. He frowned and took out some cracking tools and said to others:

"Back off! This carriage contains the wizards' enchantment magic. It seems that some of them took this thing to take refuge when a disaster occurred.

A doomsday shelter, ugh, so pathetic.”

A few minutes later, the magic barrier was broken, and the door of the carriage was kicked open by Old K.

He was the first to walk up, and everyone filed in. As soon as they entered the carriage, there was a bad smell that made everyone frown.

There were corpses and blood stains everywhere in this intact carriage. The corpses were all still wearing the robes of young wizards, and even some official wizards died tragically in the carriage.

But no one can tell exactly what happened here.

"vomit"

The last kite man who got on the bus covered his mouth when he saw this scene and rushed off. The other people's faces were also ugly, except for old K.

The old guy grinned and said to the others:

"Get used to it as soon as possible. You will see more exciting things in the future. Now clean up these corpses. There are exactly four cabins in this carriage.

I'll go to the front of the car to check on the situation. You can rest on your own.

According to the Forerunner's information, this car will take at least four hours of driving to reach Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

After saying that, Old K quickly jumped on the top of the car and walked towards the front of the train. Although the remaining people were very unhappy, they still worked together to get rid of the corpses for the next four hours of "travel experience"

go out.

A few minutes later, the train restarted, and the compartments that had been tidied up were completely different. Bomb Girl and Count Vertigo went to the box on the left, while Mason stayed alone in a box.

But when the train left the platform, the Kite Man came in sheepishly, holding his new coat and rubbing his head.

He looked unhappy and embarrassed and said to Mason who was loading bullets into the magazine:

"Those two guys were really excited to have sex in the carriage. I really admire their mood."

Mason listened.

Sure enough, a sound like a cat's spring came from the back of the carriage. It seemed that the bomb girl and the count were really under a lot of pressure, and they both needed to vent their anger in this way.

Uh, maybe it's possible that this person is just good at it?

Damn it, that's understandable.

He took another look at Kite Man, who was lying on the sofa opposite him, putting his coat on his body and getting ready to sleep for a while. The latter noticed Mason's strange gaze and heard Bomb Girl's increasingly bold screams.

.

This guy didn't know what he was thinking of. He immediately covered his buttocks, shook his head crazily and said:

"I'm sorry, but I."

"Shh!"

Mason raised his finger to silence himself.

He heard a strange noise and cautiously opened the sliding door of the box. At this moment, a line of text jumped into his eyes:

"Enter combat status."

"grass!"

The young man slammed the newly opened hatch shut with the fastest reaction speed in his life.

Almost at the same time, with a shrill scream, several claw marks appeared on the glass of the closed train door, just like a dagger leaving white marks across the glass.

And through the glass, Mason happened to see the figure of the attacker.

a cat.

It was a tiger cat that was slightly larger than its normal size. Its eyes that were supposed to be dark green had now turned into a more dangerous bright red, reflecting a hint of ominousness.

What's even worse is that the cat's fur is no longer smooth and there are ulcers and dry scars left on it.

It was lying in front of the carriage glass, staring at Mason who grabbed the short-barreled blaster cannon with its scarlet eyes. Its hairless tail was waving around in place, like a little tiger that had found fresh food.

.

When he saw the iconic square glasses stripes on the tabby cat's face, Mason was shocked.

Professor McGonagall?

How could this happen?

But before Mason could take a closer look, the zombie tiger cat blocked by the glass heard more "lively" movements.

It disappeared in front of Mason's eyes with a whoosh, and rushed towards the car that kept making "weird noises" and the female screams became more and more passionate.

"The pair of wild mandarin ducks are finished!"

An idea appeared in the young man's mind, and the kite man behind him jumped in fright.

"Then what the hell is that?"

"Shut up! Go find old K! Hurry! We have encountered a hidden boss. If he comes later, everyone will probably die here!"

Mason's eyes fell on Hagrid's fur coat in the hands of the Kite Man. Old K said that this thing had magical and tough protection. He grabbed it and put it on his body and rushed out of the cabin with a gun.

Only the kite man holding the gun was left stunned.

"Ah, so you are not mute?"
Chapter completed!