Chapter 1037 Accident

The actions of the priests made the little wizards peep their heads.

After all, people have come out, but there should be no way to lift out the items that have high hopes.

Probably because he breathed in the fresh air outside, finally, a priest asked his soul, "Why don't you use magic to isolate the smell?!"

However, the answer he received was an even more silent answer, "Because we have no God!"

Then, the entire shrine fell into deathly silence.

"They should...have all been brought down, right?" Robert asked uncertainly, "Do you want to go check it out?"

Hermione shook her head and reminded, "Don't forget, that god hasn't appeared yet!"

"It must have been unsuccessful, right?" Murakami Takashi asked uncertainly, "Didn't that person say that they have no gods? Maybe it was because our actions interrupted their ceremony."

The little wizards nodded thoughtfully, feeling that what he said made sense.

"So, who wants to take a look?" Robert looked at his friends, "Or should we go there together?"

Before the little wizards could answer, they heard the snow girl interrupting their communication, "Stop talking, something seems to have appeared. Hey, no, someone has entered the hall. How could it be? Couldn't he smell that terrible smell?" Does it stink?"

Saying this, the little wizards looked at the main hall in confusion. Unfortunately, they did not have clairvoyant eyes and had no idea what the snow girl was talking about.

As a snow girl, she can sense changes in temperature. Simply put, she is a humanoid self-propelled thermal sensing instrument.

At this time, she could clearly feel that someone suddenly appeared in the hall.

Time goes back to after Robert and Hermione rescued Harry.

Jason fell to the ground and twitched, then got up from the ground in a daze.

He looked around to make sure there was no one else, then stood up and patted the dust on his clothes, "It's terrible, terrible, terrible. Poor Jason would be treated like this. Oh, it's so pitiful."

As he spoke, he held his chin with his hands to make the shape of a sunflower, "Sure enough, only flames can soothe my wounded heart~"

As he said this, he chuckled and scratched his head in confusion, "Hey, where has the Dark Lord gone? Why doesn't he seem to be in the shrine?"

With such doubts, he turned around and left the utility room without a care, and wandered around with a little curiosity.

Probably because he had lived here for a long time, Jason quickly walked around the shrine and said in a very confident tone, "The Dark Lord is not at home! Jason can be liberated!"

Saying this, he happily walked around to the back door of the main hall, and was very lucky to enter the main hall through the back door before the barrier was closed.

The whole hall was full of people kneeling at this time.

A statue carved from camphor wood stands on a high platform, and its appearance cannot be seen clearly.

Jason scratched his head, a little confused, "Why do you want to worship a piece of wood?"

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him. In fact, the priests at this time were concentrating on communicating with the statues of gods in their minds, hoping to make the gods born from the statues.

To do this, they killed a young child and stuffed his spirit body into the sculpture.

Because he is a young child, his spirit body is pure enough. He may not even know that he is dead. Because he was unconscious the whole time, his spirit body cannot sense the outside world at all and can be completely distorted by their prayers. Maybe, When this spirit wakes up, their long-cherished wish will come true.

Because they were too involved, don't let Jason talk in their ears at this time, even if a bomb exploded around them...

No, they should be able to hear this.

In short, although Jason's voice was loud, it was ruthlessly ignored by the priests.

"Hey! I am the Dark Lord's number one general!" Jason said loudly, "How dare you priests ignore me!"

The priests were unmoved and continued their prayers.

Even if they knew that the guy in front of them was Voldemort's subordinate, even Voldemort was being manipulated by them, just a mere subordinate.

"Hey... you don't even speak." Jason nodded, suddenly enlightened, "Are you playing the wooden man game? The kid who was burned to death by me before was also playing this game, because the kid at the end said He’s a wooden man, so he really didn’t move there!”

As he spoke, his eyes shone with excitement, "As long as you say wooden man, he won't move. Even if he is burned by the flames, he will clench his teeth and refuse to make a sound! It's really amazing! What kind of magic is this? Is it a curse? A curse that belongs to Muggles? By the way, can wizards also learn it?"

Muttering something that others could not understand, Jason leaned over, but he did not kneel down like those priests, but squatted in front of the altar under the wooden sculpture.

Looking up at the wooden sculpture above, Jason suddenly realized, "So that's it. Is it really a game played by wooden people?"

He showed an expression of joy and squatted down happily, "I want to play with the wooden man too!"

Then he squatted there and stopped moving, without even moving his expression.

It didn't last long, and a terrible stench spread into the hall. Many priests were fumed by the unbearable stench, and their minds went blank. Everything they wanted to do was forgotten. In a daze, they Finally, they remembered that if it was a biological or chemical weapon attack, they should run out the door.

With a trace of survival instinct, the priests got up and ran away. They helped each other in a daze and kicked over the herring cans placed at the door.

An even more irritating gas instantly filled the entire hall. The whole person staggered and fell onto the wall formed by the barrier.

"Hit, open, open quickly!" Unconsciously, the priests lying on the wall of the barrier stretched out their tongues, screamed, and roared in pain, completely forgetting that they themselves could also open the barrier.

It wasn't until someone woke up a little that they thought of opening the barrier.

It was as if all the gas had found a vent. In a daze, the priests seemed to hear a sound like an explosion. As if they were overturned by some air wave, the priests subconsciously fell forward and fell into a roll one after another. Di Gourd twitched twice on the ground, but finally failed to get up.

Jason, who was squatting in the main hall, looked at the priests who fled in panic.

His sense of smell had long been destroyed by the fire, so the horrible stench had no effect on him.

Jason scratched the back of his head and looked at the empty hall in confusion, and asked with some confusion, "What? What do you mean? Is the wooden man activity over?"