Chapter 319: Sick Mind (Edited)

"Excuse me, I'd like to introduce myself, you can call me Evans," Evans greeted Tom and Hermione politely. Although he greeted both Tom and Hermione, Tom always felt that Evans was staring at him intently.

"Are you from the Guild?" Hermione was more curious about the young man's identity.

Evans shook his head. "No, I'm an intern from the Random Incident Reversal Team at the Russian Ministry of Magic."

Tom and Hermione fell silent.

"What a coincidence, we're also Level D members of the Guild," Tom said, extending his hands. "Who isn't a rookie here?"

Evans didn't dwell on the identity of the two parties. The sea of fire that had formed around him burned even more fiercely, showing signs of breaking free from the train and spreading to the surroundings. He looked at the sea of fire and praised, "What an impressive spell!" He didn't seem afraid of a spell that tended to go out of control.

Evans looked at Tom thoughtfully. "Don't you know how to extinguish the fire?"

Tom remained silent.

Evans sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Young wizards these days really don't fear death," he shook his head. Then, he pulled his wand from his coat and forcefully plunged it into the ground.

"Finite Incantatem!" A golden glow surged from where Evans' wand was embedded and quickly spread, eventually enveloping the entire train in that glow. The magical creatures in the sea of fire seemed stimulated and quickly rushed toward the glow, but they completely vanished the moment they touched it.

Tom felt a chill. The difference between his spell and Evans' was obvious from this small detail—the quality of the spell was so different that his own Diabolica Protego Enchantment was easily defeated by Evans' spell.

After dealing with the fire created by Tom, Evans proceeded to cast the Obliviate Charm on the unconscious or feigning passengers and staff, modifying their memories.

"Once the rescue team arrives, you can go back. Your mission is already complete," Evans announced, bidding them farewell. "What remains is beyond the scope of a Level C mission."

Evans' words aligned with Tom's thoughts, so he and Hermione sat down and silently waited for the rescue team to arrive.

However, once Tom and Hermione sat down, Hermione took advantage of Evans' inattention and wrote something on the ground with her finger: [Something is not right].

Tom nodded. This mission could still deepen.

[Weren't the Aurors supposed to handle this mission? How come there are so many serious failures?]

[That's precisely what's strange.]

[What do you mean?]

Tom didn't answer. The answer was almost obvious given the characteristics of the Illusory Dream Flower: the Aurors had been controlled. The flower's methods were so peculiar that it was easy to get trapped, and if you couldn't free yourself from it, you would become its puppet.

By that time, most of the passengers had already awakened, their eyes wide open, gazing at the train turned into ashes, trembling under the cold autumn wind. In their memories, the train had suddenly stopped halfway and then burst into uncontrollable flames, but fortunately, everyone had evacuated in time, and no one was injured.

The rescue team arrived late, but no one blamed them. Given the shortage of food in Moscow and the chaotic state of the organizational structure in general, it was surprising that they could organize a rescue team, which was largely related to the luxury train Golden Eagle.

Tom and the group were loaded into an ambulance and transported to a nearby hospital for examination. In addition to being examined, they were questioned by various KGB agents as something normal. The train incident was so strange because the fire had burned so quickly and completely—there wasn't even much ash left—that it naturally raised suspicions of arson.

However, as wizards, it was quite easy to deceive others. Tom and Hermione were not worried at all because Evans had cast an illusion spell on them, and they had quietly hidden, listening in. Whenever they faced a difficult problem, they used a confusion spell, and in the end, the KGB officers obtained no clear information.

"Thank you for your cooperation," said the agent sitting in front of Tom with a distracted expression. "This is compensation for your tickets. If you wish, you can take another train and continue your journey. You may leave now."

Tom and Hermione made a slight bow as a greeting, then picked up their luggage and left, intending to continue their journey. After all, there was still plenty of time, and on top of that, the money from the Golden Eagle train compartment was not refundable, so they didn't want to miss this opportunity.

At that moment, a scream came from the imaging department of the hospital: "Shit!"

A hefty doctor looked at the brain X-rays of an unconscious patient and cursed. It was the first time he had seen such a repulsive and disturbing image.

The brain tissue of the brought crew members bore no resemblance to a human brain, but rather to a mass of plant roots!

Conscious passengers and crew members underwent a medical check-up, were questioned, and then released, while those still "unconscious" were taken to the hospital for a thorough examination of their entire bodies. Some of them were unconscious, and others were stiff as rocks—a strange phenomenon that caught the attention of many doctors.

As they were unconscious, the general idea among the doctors was to take X-rays. But the results were horrifying: how could the human brain look like that? Or how could these people still be alive with such changes in their brains?

"Interesting."

The hefty doctor heard someone standing behind him and turned his head directly to see a young man wearing a monocle.

"You..." he was about to wonder where this man had come from when his gaze shifted, and the next moment he accepted the stranger's presence as if his arrival was something natural.

"Has anyone else seen these X-rays?" Evans asked as he approached the desk and took the patients' X-rays.

"No," the hefty doctor replied absentmindedly.

"Well, the machine is broken, so it's normal that no one has seen them." Evans nodded, tucked the X-rays under his arms, and left the room, pointing at the X-ray machine before he left, and a puff of black smoke emanated from the expensive machine.

The hefty doctor was stunned, as if he hadn't heard anything. It wasn't until Evans had gone quite far away that he finally exclaimed, "Oh my God!" and rushed to observe the condition of the machine.

Meanwhile, the officials who were distributing tickets learned some unfortunate news: the X-ray machine had broken down, and the unconscious patients had disappeared.