chsdbacks Chapter 428 Welcome to the [Hell Express]! Give us your child and you can give up!
Chapter 428 Welcome to the [Hell Express]! Give us your child and you can give up!
Chapter 428 Welcome to the [Hell Express]! Give us your child and you can give up!
Hogwarts is coming to pick you up for your enrollment!
What do you mean by "the train is coming to pick you up"? Normally, shouldn't it be the students going to take the train?
And that dark envelope exuding an eerie aura...
Mrs. Marlowe was certain that no one heard or saw an owl fly by at that time.
The letter just appeared out of nowhere on their table!
As if to say:
No matter where you run, it won't help!
The terms in the letter were unprecedentedly generous.
But it instinctively sends chills down your spine, as if a candy house that eats children is standing in front of you.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock."
The ticking of the wall clock echoed in the deathly silent living room.
Mrs. Marlowe covered her child's mouth tightly, her eyes red and her whole body trembling!
You mustn't make a sound... Absolutely no sound!
She would never let her precious son be sent to that kind of evil school!
"Don't worry, don't be scared by that lunatic," her husband whispered, his tone very confident. "I've put up several barriers around our house."
"Peaceful defense, armored protection, invisibility...they will never be detected!"
"Besides, there are still the Aurors! How could they let that madman run rampant!"
That's true...
""
Mrs. Marlowe agreed, but a vague sense of unease lingered in her heart.
It seemed that something beyond their imagination was about to happen.
...So, what exactly does it mean that the "train" mentioned in the letter is coming to pick him up?
Just then, her youngest son suddenly tugged at her sleeve and said, "Mom, I hear a rumbling sound!"
"Shh!" Mrs. Marlowe sternly stopped her, her voice low and sharp. "Don't make a sound! Do you really want to be arrested?!"
"But...but," the younger son pouted, looking aggrieved, "there really was a rumbling sound..."
"What was that sound? I didn't hear it."
Mrs. Marlowe suddenly stopped speaking.
His pupils constricted, and he froze on the spot!
Because this time, she truly heard that "rumbling" sound!
The sound came from outside, starting slightly and gradually growing louder!
In the end, it looked as if ten horses were pulling a carriage, galloping towards them!
The furniture and dishes in the living room trembled and rattled incessantly!
"Merlin's socks! And this is the second floor!"
The man exclaimed, staring at the fluttering curtains, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The second floor is still a residential area.
How could there be the sound of a train?
next second.
"Buzz—!"
'
With a loud whistle, all the curtains were suddenly flung open!
A fierce wind swept in, and the dazzling golden light in the darkness resembled a series of brilliant arrows.
The Marlowe family couldn't help but close their eyes!
"Merlin! What on earth has happened?!"
Mr. Marlowe roared, struggling to open his eyes in the howling wind.
That one glance left him frozen in place!
What appeared before them was a "steel behemoth" that occupied all the windows!
Unlike the usual dark red exterior, this train looks like it came from hell, with a completely black surface.
If you look closely, you'll find that it's not flat.
Instead, it appears as if it were made of bones, covered with fine grooves.
"call""
White steam billowed out, vaguely enveloping the vehicle body.
This was actually a train suspended in mid-air!
Title: Hell Express
[Rank: Tier 4 - Blue Rare]
[Type: Sculpted Model]
[Description: "Welcome aboard the Hell Express! No matter where you are, we'll be there for you... Passenger, your suitcase is bleeding. Do you need help?"]
[Effect: A fourth-tier painting incorporating the extraordinary material "Black Skeleton" can, through the abilities of Apparition and Guiding Me, appear beside the passengers in need, regardless of time, space, or protective barriers, and travel to another location.]
Am I dreaming...?
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Mr. Marlowe stared blankly at the enormous object hovering outside the window, his mouth agape.
The barrier I had erected was as fragile as paper, and it crumbled with ease.
The train really did come to pick them up!
"Click."
The Marlowes jolted, and then heard the sound of a car door opening.
The wall at the front of the car slowly opened.
It was eerily connected to the interior of the train, emitting a scarlet and bright light.
"Tap, tap, tap."
A figure was seen walking down the red carpet.
I stood on their floor.
He raised his white-gloved hand and placed it on the neat and tidy dark red uniform.
The eyes carved into the wooden face stared at them without any emotion.
He opened and closed his mouth, speaking flatly and without emotion:
Welcome to the Hogwarts Express! I'm conductor number 444, and it's a pleasure to serve you.
"6
""
A deathly silence filled with extreme terror.
The doll snapped its head around, its gaze landing on its youngest son, who looked on with curiosity and excitement.
[New student Joel Marlowe, please board the train.]
The words fell.
Suddenly, a pitch-black hole appeared beneath Little Marlowe!
He was plunged into it in an instant, without even letting out a scream!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
The puppet train conductor said flatly, "[Newborn Joel Marlowe has been confirmed to be on board.]"
"6
...No, no!
Mrs. Marlowe screamed, raised her wand, and ran desperately toward the doll!
"Give me back my son! You monster!!"
"Bang!"
The spell struck the barrier, unleashing billowing smoke.
Through a barrier that distorted and floated like soap bubbles, the doll, expressionless, slowly said:
[Below is a summary of the message left by the owner, Ethan Vincent:]
"Parents, please rest assured that your children will receive an education and safety far exceeding anything they have ever experienced at Hogwarts. They are absolutely safe—"
"Stop lying! You monster!!"
Mrs. Marlowe, her eyes bloodshot and panting, cursed, "You damned liar! Give me back my son! Give me back my son!"
Before he could finish speaking...
Suddenly, the usually expressionless doll grinned!
The surging malice, like a giant hand, suddenly gripped Mrs. Marlowe's body, cutting her off from her words!
[The following is the second half of the owner's message:]
The doll stared at the terrified Marlowes, a cold, gleeful light flickering in its eyes:
"If you still want your child back, then come to Hogwarts to pick him up... and you'd better hurry."
["Before I finish my largest doll exhibition to date~"]
[Retelling complete.]
Meeting the Marlowes' blank and fearful gaze.
The doll bowed gracefully, turned around, and clattered back onto the train.
The door was closed.