Chapter 200: The Ultimate Spiritual Experience

As the knight's bus came to a steady stop by the roadside, Ino, with £57 and 12 shillings in his pocket, walked into the Thrilling October Festival theme park with his head held high.

But as he ventured deeper, he discovered a fatal flaw: during the Christmas holidays, it was unlikely anyone would choose to visit a horror park.

Christmas was the season for Disneyland.

Though the famous horror park of the British Isles appeared somewhat deserted during the Christmas holidays, the atmosphere was undeniably intense.

The vast square, the quiet paths, the neon-lit, oddly-shaped horror houses, and the occasional fleeting figures of staff members all contributed to the eerie ambiance.

Even just standing outside, one could feel a faint sense of fear.

Following the signs, Ino passed one themed horror house after another—will-o'-the-wisps, skeletons, bloodstains, the undead, giant centipedes...

Finally, Ino stopped in front of a building that looked like an abandoned hospital.

He didn't plan to go inside but noticed a small convenience store at the entrance of the hospital-themed house.

Spending a pound on some snacks and ice cream, he learned from the middle-aged store owner that the park's real operating time was the 24 days around Halloween.

Of course, this didn't mean the park was closed at other times, but without enough visitors, many attractions were canceled, such as rock concerts, mud runs, and color ball battles.

"I suggest you go home after finishing your snacks. They don't sell tickets to anyone under 16 unless accompanied by a guardian," the store owner advised softly.

"Thank you! I don't plan to go inside, just looking around here," Ino replied with a smile and walked to a bench opposite the convenience store, sitting down quietly by himself.

Although there weren't many people around, he still felt a faint joy from a second perspective, as if this place was naturally a paradise for Boggarts.

...

As time passed, Ino finished a tub of ice cream and a small pack of cranberries, and the sky gradually darkened.

Just as he was about to leave, the distant noise made him sit back down.

"I remember there's a convenience store here..."

"Why don't we go back? This place is just a big name with nothing to offer..."

"I'm here to experience fear, not to watch clowns' poor performances..."

Hearing a series of complaints, a bright smile appeared on Ino's face.

A few seconds later, three young men and two young women, all about twenty years old and fashionably dressed, appeared at the bend in the path.

It was clear they had been the ones talking, and their goal was obviously the convenience store.

However, as they passed the bench, two of the girls decisively changed their route.

...

Accompanied by a fragrant breeze, the once-deserted bench opposite the convenience store was now crowded.

"Kiddo, are you here alone? There are ghosts around at night!" said the blonde girl beside Ino, whose hot figure was matched by her lack of brains.

Her attempt to chat up was not only unoriginal but also blatantly revealed her true intentions. Just talking shouldn't require her to press her entire body against him.

But to test the Boggart, Ino deliberately lowered his voice.

"You know about it too? The horror house across the street, they say someone actually saw a ghost in there."

"Really?" The blonde girl was surprised; she hadn't expected the excuse she made up on the spot to be validated.

"Yes, really," Ino nodded seriously.

He subtly moved away, uncomfortable with the soft touch of her arm, but before he could shift five centimeters, he bumped into the end of the bench, accompanied by a light laugh:

"Haha, Belinda, your enthusiasm scared him. He almost crawled into my arms."

Ino silently stood up and gave up the bench to them.

At the same time, the three young men returned from the convenience store.

Contrary to the hostile exchanges often seen in novels, a brief conversation revealed that the five were medical students from Cambridge University.

They had come here to test their courage, aspiring to become forensic pathologists.

...

At the horror house ticket window, Ino seriously looked at them again.

"Are you sure you want to experience fear?"

"Of course! Little Ino!" said Belinda, the blonde girl.

"Well then, enjoy yourselves!" With a clear answer, Ino turned and walked aside.

Meanwhile, a faint mist drifted from his sleeve, quietly following the group.

Returning to the bench, Ino saw the full view of the horror house from a second perspective. The place resembled an abandoned hospital from the last century.

The long corridors were littered with stained medical records, the walls covered in strange graffiti, and various scratches resembling those made by fingernails.

"This place feels different!" Belinda was the first to notice. The realistic ambiance, especially the dark purple graffiti on the walls, looked like dried blood.

As Belinda spoke, the group began analyzing their surroundings one by one.

"The usual trick, legally obtained animal blood smeared on the walls."

"And those scratches, made by metal-constructed fake bones, clawed out with hydraulic power..."

Ino smiled faintly as he listened to their professional analyses from his second perspective.

The five honestly stood at the entrance, none of them daring to venture deeper.

Yet, even so, the fear they generated caused a significant change in the Boggart.

The faint mist, initially covering only half a room, now spread freely, expanding from one meter to two meters... until it enveloped a full twenty-meter radius.

...

At the same time, Ino closed his eyes and leaned back on the bench.

Sharing the senses, he felt a sense of spiritual satisfaction, like working hard all year and achieving good results in the final exams.

It was an indescribable spiritual experience.

Gradually, Ino immersed himself in this sensation.

With his eyes closed, he didn't notice the changes around him.

Pebbles around the bench began to float in the air, rotating counterclockwise like a nebula.

As the rotation speed increased, so did the surrounding gravitational pull.

From pebbles, stones, dry trees, to even the surrounding benches and a nearby ice cream cart...

More and more objects floated into the air.

...

It was unclear how much time had passed.

When Ino opened his eyes again, he found many strangers around him.

Of course, the closest to him was still a smiling Dumbledore.