Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Cards of the Magic World (Edited)
Yuri was very busy. The arms dealers had a tough business, especially for a small businessman like Yuri, who had to be on the move to make steady money. The giants were on the move too, flying through the sky every day, appearing wherever there was turmoil, like strategists, to solve the problems of the common flesh-eaters. Of course, there was some word play, like 600 miles and six miles in the land of business, but by and large, most people were disciplined. Because rules are not lacking in this business.
Yuri is a wonderful man. He sold Israeli Uzi guns to Muslims and Communist bullets to Fascists, but he didn't sell much to Osama bin Laden, not because of morality, but because his checks always bounced.
Such a man, of course, would not miss an opportunity. Tom was his idea of an 'oddity' and an 'opportunity'. But after meeting him in late July, the two didn't speak. Until one day in early September, Yuri received a letter from his young friend Tom, but in a strange place, on the high seas. The ship itself was rusty and looked old, probably older than everyone on board. Yuri was on this ship, with all his money.
Five nautical miles to the right of the ship, a small speedboat was breaking the waves, with a couple of heavily armed men on board, the man in the bow with an inch of hair and a pair of sunglasses, leaning one foot on the edge of the boat, oblivious to the cold water hitting his face.
"Shit! What are you talking about? What do you mean, leaked information? Explain to me what you mean by a leak of information! You want me to lose them? Use a freighter to lose a launch?" Yuri stood in the captain's cabin, a satellite phone in his hand, and cursed, with none of the grace and composure he had shown earlier in London. No wonder, any arms dealer would have lost his temper if he had known that his entire fortune was in the crosshairs of the ICPO.
Yuri hung up the phone and immediately dialed another number, asking for the name of a boat of the same tonnage as the one under his feet, then ordered his staff to change the name on the bow of the boat and substituting the flag on board.
On board the boat, one person said, "Sir, the name of the ship ahead is the Kono, not the Kristol we are looking for, this ship is fine."
"It doesn't look fine." The big-headed man was Jack, the junior captain of the OIPC, and he stared at the rusting hull for a moment. "I want to come aboard and inspect."
To Jack's surprise, the Kono stopped and allowed them to come aboard and inspect the ship. But they didn't take it lightly, after all, the other side could be vicious arms dealers! But it wasn't what they expected, it was an ordinary cargo ship, and Jack opened one of the containers to find it full of potatoes, which had been exposed to the hot tropical sun and smelled very bad.
But that didn't deter Jack, and he was about to continue his inspection when his men informed him that they had spotted the Kristol to the north: the intelligence agents Yuri had paid were on the job. So Jack immediately prepared to disembark. He looked back, but suddenly saw a white pigeon crouched on the edge of the captain's cabin window. He was under the impression that pigeons were plump, lazy creatures that lived in squares, and that the sea was far away, but seeing one here gave him a strange feeling. But he did not stop, but quickened his pace, he had more important things to do.
Yuri watched the drifting boat, with a letter in his hand, a white dove pecking at the bread on his table, a letter that showed him a magnificent world of magic: flying brooms, ghosts that hadn't died in thousands of years, houses born from nothing, objects and people inside a portrait that moved and stairs....
Yuri felt envious, envious that the boy could live in a legendary world of magic,
But feeling the salty sea breeze and estimating the profits in the store behind him, he was not so interested in the world of magic. Yuri sometimes wondered why Tom was willing to tell him these things, a submachine gun wasn't worth that much. He didn't take the bull by the horns, as far as he was concerned, the two were using each other.
His eyes went to the pigeon, who was happily eating, and he knew his connection to the magical world was tied to her. His gaze softened and he poured another glass of water for the dove.
...
"Get that pumpkin juice for me, please," Tom said.
Tom ordered a pitcher of cold pumpkin juice from his housemate, Stephen Comfort, and poured it into his own glass. The golden plate in front of him was already piled high with a rib-eye steak, a roast rack of lamb, a roast chicken thigh, a big spoonful of stew and two pieces of buttered bread, plus some sausages, bacon and the like.
The food at Hogwarts is, to say the least, very good, and it's all free, so it's heaven for food lovers. Of course, the taste may be a bit more British, and many people probably aren't used to it, but you can sneak into the kitchens and give the enthusiastic house elves a recipe, and you'll soon have your food on the table.
Popping cold pumpkin juice in his mouth with the juicy beef, Tom reckoned that Yuri would probably get his letter by noon today and hoped to establish a connection with the arms dealer, after all, by Christmas this year, something big was going to happen and the arms dealer's future would be extremely bright. It wouldn't hurt to know one beforehand.
"It's a pity you didn't come this afternoon." The roommates gathered to discuss the board game they had been playing this afternoon.
Tom swallowed his meat slowly and told them, "It's nothing, I have a new game here that is even more mind-blowing and exciting than the one you are playing."
This comment caught the attention of the housemates. Seeing them all looking at him, Tom gave them a brief explanation of the rules of Werewolf, the simplest roles of course: Prophet, Witch, Hunter and Guardian.
"Prophet, Witch, hunter, guard... Sounds like fun." Stephen Comfort nodded thoughtfully, very aware that the game seemed to be a brain-burner; that was really cool, he loved brain-burner games.
"This game requires a minimum of six people, and there are exactly six of us, so we're going to try again tonight.... Two gods, two people, two wolves." Tom made a suggestion that struck a chord with the housemates.
Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Werewolf Slaughter (Edited)
Werewolf Killing is a puzzle game which is divided into three sides: man, werewolf and god. The werewolf side can kill at night, while the god and the man side aim to find all the werewolves and expel them during the day.
When the six returned to the Common Room, they immediately cut paper and made a werewolf card game, but they still needed to find someone, after all, there were only six of them, and the game required at least seven people.
"Sue, do you want to play?" Kevin Entwistle found a new student named Sue Li, whom he knew better.
"Yeah? What's the game?" Sue Li approached with her best friend, Murray McDougal. Kevin told them the rules of the game and Sue thought about it for a while before participating. Her best friend Murray stood on the sidelines with Hermione and watched them play.
To make the game run more smoothly, Tom was the host.
However, the six-player game was over quickly, with only two rounds of interventions before the six rookies split up. The werewolves won by eliminating either the gods or the villagers; of course, if both gods and villagers were eliminated, the werewolves had a huge advantage in the six-player game.
"It's a fun game!" exclaimed Anthony Goldstein, fascinated by the sense of deduction.
"What are you guys playing? can we play with you?" Padma Patil, Mandy Brocklehurst and Lisa Turpin approached with curious faces, as they had already noticed that the men were playing a novelty game.
"Werewolf Slaughter, do you want to hear how to play?" Anthony explained the rules to the three girls as he put away his ID card.
By the time the three had understood the rules, the entire Ravenclaw first year class was able to play the game. Eleven players, and the game had become more varied, with the addition of the sheriff's profession. After a few games, everyone quickly became familiar with the rules and routines. For example, prophets are better off going to the police on the first round, for example, civilians can go to the police to fish in troubled waters, and everyone won't have their eyes wandering and their ears reddening when they lie.
Werewolf Slaughter is the best game for Ravenclaw, it is a very thorough test of a person's ability. The ability to communicate logically through words, to observe what others say, to use one's own eloquence when persuading others, to think independently in the face of information, and in some cases even to resist it mentally, are skills that are rarely tested in an entertainment game. These are the things that Ravenclaw students love, they love knowledge and they love complex, mind-bending games, so several of the new students quickly became addicted to them.
As they became more familiar with the game, they added a few more characters, such as the White Wolf King and the Idiot.
"Okay, it's my turn to speak," Anthony cleared his throat, "Well, I'm the seer, and I'm pretty sure Lisa is the witch..."
"Damn!"
Anthony: "???"
Padma Patil: "I'm the White Wolf King."
Tom: "The White Wolf King chooses to self-destruct, player Anthony dies, goes straight into the night."
The White Wolf King's ability is the ability to choose to take a player with him when he blows himself up during the day.
Anthony: "!!!!"
The remaining three gods and four people: "..."
What the heck is this?
Anthony's speech helped Anthony identify the prophet and the witch, and then the white wolf king used his ability to self-destruct...
The prophet can check a person's identity at night, the witch has a bottle of poison and a bottle of antidote, the poison kills and the antidote saves, both are critical to the side of the good guys. As a result, they were sent out on such a wave....
But over the next two nights, the werewolf side made repeated mistakes and failed to find the two remaining gods, so the game continued.
Soon it was Michael Corner's turn: "What's going on? I can't understand this game. Look, I think Anthony just played a ruse, I'm the witch, and the prophet is still alive..."
Stephen Cornfoot instead laughed out loud, "Looks like someone is hallucinating..."
The corner of the Common Room was filled with merriment.
Throughout the evening, they played Werewolf Slaughter, and as the night wore on, the group grew closer together. When they went to bed at night, they were still reminiscing about the Werewolf Killing game they had just played.
"I told you, I think there's something wrong with Michael's speech..."
"Stephen is still good, first round of three werewolves..."
"Don't say it, since that outstanding performance, I've been the first to get stabbed in every game, AND I have game experience! Even if I didn't get stabbed, after two rounds, you'd say, 'Hey? why isn't this guy dead yet?
"..."
Maybe, that's the fun of playing werewolf among acquaintances, that the newbies can rub it in to the experts that they were beaten.
The next day was Tuesday, and they had Defense Against the Dark Arts with Slytherin, Charms and Transfiguration with Gryffindor. But Defense Against the Dark Arts, a class they all looked forward to, was almost a joke. There was a pungent smell of garlic in the classroom, presumably to ward off a vampire he had met in Romania, but then it seemed to be the smell of his large hood, so it was hard to imagine how the professors next to Professor Quirrell could eat.
Professor Quirrell himself had a big problem, he was like a geek with a severe social phobia, he was hesitant when talking to students, his sentences were incoherent, he was like someone 80 years old trying to be president, he probably didn't understand what he was saying. When students asked him questions, his face would turn red, he would be vague and even start chatting.
When he discovered that the professor was a slacker, Malfoy from Slytherin was furious. He mocked him to his face when Professor Quirrell said that his turban had been given to him by a prince in Africa because it had helped him fight a reanimated Vampire. He then went on to ask Professor Quirrell which prince from which country it was.
"Malfoy's family has many friends, and he should have even heard of the prince of Africa" Malfoy said lightly, but with a lot of bravado in his voice, "Professor, can you tell us how you defeated the Reanimate Vampire?" After reprimanding Professor Quirrell, he went on to ask the question, and Professor Quirrell blushed, completely unable to answer.
"I think it was the smell of garlic that smoked him!" said Malfoy to Goyle, who was sitting next to him, but loud enough for the class to hear.
Professor Quirrell was so pale he couldn't even say a word in response.
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