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Bowles is dead.

Tan Wenjie frowned when he heard the news.

Another unexpected situation arose. Why didn't the other party seek his help? Or was it that the Joker's ability to influence people's minds was too strong, leading Bowers to choose to discard the seal?

In this behind-the-scenes showdown with the Joker, he was always at a disadvantage.

Although Bowers was just an insignificant scoundrel, his death indicated that the Joker was about to make his move. Unable to catch the Joker, Tan Wenjie decided to take extra precautions to be on the safe side.

The members of the Losers' Alliance who went to the school successfully spotted Tan Wenjie and Jiali in an empty classroom.

Their expressions were quite interesting.

Someone actually bought a school in just one night, just to fight a clown.

No, this is a matter of life and death, what does buying a school matter!
“He also bought a prison,” someone whispered.

Everyone: "..."

"Alright." Tan Wenjie cleared his throat. "You may not have gotten to know each other very well before, so let me introduce myself. My name is Tan Wenjie. If you encounter any danger and don't know what to do, you can call my name."

Will you come to save us?

"No matter where you are," Tan Wenjie nodded, "I will appear wherever the voices calling my name reach."

This inexplicable sense of security made the members of the Losers' Alliance breathe a sigh of relief.

“The clown is an alien life form.” Tan Wenjie tapped the blackboard, and only then did everyone notice the peculiar wooden stick he was holding, which looked rather exquisite.

But they were soon drawn to the Joker's origin story.

Only by understanding the enemy's situation can victory be guaranteed.

“Actually, it wasn’t originally a clown. It just stole the body of a poor circus clown,” Tan Wenjie continued. “It feeds on fear, enjoying instilling fear in its prey before slowly devouring them.”

What should we do?

"Glasses, a very good question." Tan Wenjie clapped lightly in appreciation.

“Rich Tozier, sir, that is my name.”

“Okay, Mr. Glasses.” Tan Wenjie nodded. “Now we’re going to talk about what you should do. As long as you can control your emotions and not feel fear, the Joker won’t be able to draw your power. Theoretically, it will get weaker and weaker until it disappears completely.”

Glasses:"……"

I wish I hadn't corrected it.

Tan Wenjie gently waved his magic wand, and a huge wardrobe appeared out of thin air in the center of the classroom with a "bang".

Wow! *N
This was a magic trick they had never seen before.

The magicians I used to see would cover the center of the stage with a cloth, perform a mysterious show for a while, and then finally reveal the object they were going to transform.

They all knew perfectly well that the magician was looking for an opportunity to release something that was hidden somewhere, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't figure it out and were left scratching their heads.

But Tan Wenjie's behavior was different; no one could guess how he had changed.

“This is magic.” Tan Wenjie revealed the answer. “It can be done easily with a spell and some simple and easy-to-learn magic manipulation.”

"Really?"

Faced with the doubts, Tan Wenjie simply waved his magic wand lightly, and the other person floated up.

"Wow, it's true! I can fly!"

“It’s floating,” Tan Wenjie corrected. “It’s difficult for you to defeat the Joker, so you need to learn a way to overcome your fear.”

"for example?"

"This brings us to the teaching assistant I specially invited for you." Tan Wenjie raised his hand and gently tapped the wardrobe.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

There seemed to be something terrifying inside the wardrobe, violently pounding against it and causing it to shake continuously.

Everyone was so frightened that they backed away.

“Alright,” Tan Wenjie said, “There’s a Boggart in here. It will turn into the thing you fear most. And all you have to do is simple: when you feel scared, say ‘funny, funny,’ then wave your wand and turn it into the funniest thing you can think of.”

"Sir, we don't have a magic wand."

"I'll give it to you right away."

Tan Wenjie can produce a large number of wands at will. Although these wands lose their own characteristics due to the simple process and cannot meet Ollivander's requirements, the biggest advantage of the standardized products is that the lower limit is stable and there will be no problems.

Each person has a magic wand, and they all look exactly the same.

The group held their magic wands with great excitement.

Tan Wenjie then gave them some magic potions. With the blessing of the world's power, as long as they used a little bit of the magic potion to guide them, they would be able to naturally "evolve" magic power to adapt to the temporary changes in their bodies.

"Come on, repeat after me, funny, funny!"

"Hilarious! Hilarious!" *N
They just found it novel.

This novelty didn't last long, because after Tan Wenjie discovered that each of them possessed magic, he required them to line up in front of the wardrobe and wait for Boggart's favor.

"Xiaomei, come here first."

Beverly pointed to herself: "Are you calling me?"

“That’s right, it’s you.” Tan Wenjie nodded and then said, “Then it’s Xiao Shuai, Xiao Pang, Xiao Hei, Xiao Yanjing…”

"..."*N
They hate nicknames that sound unoriginal.

"We've known each other for so long, you can't have forgotten our names, can you?"

"Hmm." Tan Wenjie didn't deny it, but nodded readily.

This is a one-time collaboration, and then we'll go our separate ways. There's no need to remember it.

"I kind of like his straightforward personality."

"But I just think it's a bad temper."

Although they were reluctant, after experiencing the wonderful feeling of magic, they obediently lined up in front of the wardrobe.

Little Mei Beverly was the first; as soon as she got to her spot, the wardrobe began to struggle violently.

“Darling, darling!” came a hoarse male voice from inside the closet.

The voice was filled with greed, obsession, violence, and a fanatical, intense lust.

That's Beverly's adoptive father, that bastard.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The wardrobe door was being slammed harder and harder, and the sound grew louder and louder.

The voices behind the door became hysterical.

"Darling, let me out and kiss your red hair!"

Tan Wenjie stood to the side, expressionless, and said, "They're here."

"Bang!" The door opened.

The person who rushed out was indeed Beverly's adoptive father. He was covered in blood beads, as if he had just crawled out of a sea of ​​blood.

Those who witnessed this scene instinctively held their breath.

The overwhelming smell of blood, so strong it was almost suffocating, made them feel suffocated.

Beverly took a deep breath, straightened her chest, and raised her wand.

"Hilarious! Hilarious!"

Suddenly, her adoptive father turned into a pink piglet wearing a straw hat.

"Pfft!" Beverly laughed out loud, though tears welled up in her eyes.

She felt a sense of liberation, as if she had defeated her inner fears and achieved final victory.

The others also breathed a sigh of relief, wondering what they were afraid of while also fearing to see it.

Tan Wenjie waved his wand to invite Boggart back into the wardrobe, then said, "Next."

“Jay, can you tell me what you’re afraid of?” Beverly asked. “Afraid of death?” Tan Wenjie said uncertainly, “But I can say for sure that Boggart could never imitate my fear.”

Beverly: "..."

If Beverly hadn't known his abilities, she would have thought he was just boasting. But after witnessing it all firsthand, she could only wonder what he had gone through and why he had such deep fears.

Because she knew very well that Tan Wenjie was not afraid of Pennywise the Joker at all; on the contrary, he was looking forward to seeing the Joker.

"Okay, next one."

Everyone has to step forward to practice, but not everyone can face their own fears. Those who fail then practice again.

Even Carrie had to practice with them.

The fears she had to confront were constantly changing: sarcastic classmates, her mother's scolding, and so on.

"Hilarious! Hilarious!"

The training session ended with the last person turning Bogut into a joke.

"Should we go catch the clown now?" the chubby boy asked, his confidence swelling.

“It will come to us on its own,” Tan Wenjie said.

The clown is indeed getting impatient; the lavish feast that takes place every 27 years cannot be easily interrupted.

In the afternoon, while they were playing games and eating snacks together, the red balloon finally appeared.

The first to be affected was Little Handsome Bill, who saw his younger brother appear before him again.

On that rainy day, my younger brother, wearing a yellow raincoat, rushed out of the house to play with paper boats. Then he was dragged into the man-eating sewer by a clown and never came back.

Bill raised his wand when he saw his brother's pale face and pleading expression.

"Hilarious! Hilarious!"

The spell was cast, and fear became a joke. Bill's body was soaked in sweat as if he were immersed in water. He slumped to the ground, his muscles weak, panting heavily.

“There are others!” Bill turned to look at his companions and found that their expressions had all become blank.

My body lost weight and began to float upwards.

"What do we do now?" Bill turned to look for Tan Wenjie, but couldn't find him.

At this crucial moment, the only reliable person I could rely on had disappeared without a trace.

He rushed forward and tried to grab the nearest black dog, but instead of pulling it down, he was dragged into the air by the dog.

The classroom lights flickered.

“No one will come to save you, Bill,” a sinister, sarcastic voice said.

A red balloon moves through the aisle between the desks.

As the red color froze, the clown's figure appeared out of thin air.

"It's time to float, let's float, Bill!" The clown opened his mouth, rows of worm-like teeth protruding out, trying to bite Bill's head.

"Tan! Wen! Jie!" Bill shouted in an awkward accent as he backed away in a panic.

The next moment, a gentle yet intense golden light appeared, filling Bill's vision.

In a daze, he seemed to see Tan Wenjie with three heads and eight arms.

The opponent punched the clown in the wide-open mouth, sending him flying.

But the clown seemed unharmed, slowly swaying as he stood up, his body beginning to swell and grow larger.

"You can't hurt me, no one can hurt me." The clown's lower body underwent a dramatic change, growing spider-like segmented limbs covered with coarse, scythe-shaped black hairs.

Spider Clown lunged at Tan Wenjie, who had three heads and eight arms, but was once again slapped away.

The angry clown began to grow larger, but it didn't expect that Tan Wenjie could also grow larger.

Bill slumped to the ground, watching the war between the two sides escalate to an increasingly exaggerated state, with the two sides transforming into giants a thousand meters tall colliding on the earth, exchanging blows.

One stumble and he might be heading out of the town of Delhi.

“It’s all fake!” Bill shouted, closing his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the classroom.

The companions did not float up, but everyone except Xiao Hei was deathly pale.

"I started hallucinating again, but at the crucial moment, I called out Jay's name, and he appeared and saved me!"

"Yes, me too."

Everyone's situation is pretty much the same.

"Wait, Carrie doesn't seem to be awake." Beverly noticed something was wrong.

Carrie tilted her head back, rolled her eyes, and her body convulsed violently.

"We're bait!" Bill realized everything and shouted, "The clown knows Jay is going to catch it, so it deliberately harassed us, making us call out Jay's name, and then it took the opportunity to eat Carrie!"

Meanwhile, in Carrie's mind, she had already arrived at the school dance and changed into a beautiful long dress.

She is about to dance with Tam Man-kit and become the most dazzling one at the ball.

Everything went exactly as she had imagined. Tan Wenjie appeared in a tuxedo, and she strode towards him amidst the envious, jealous, and resentful gazes of her female classmates.

"Splash!"

A basin of blood was poured over Carrie's head, soaking her completely.

The envious and jealous looks from the crowd turned into mockery, becoming as sharp as knives.

Carrie crouched down, clutching her head in confusion, while the laughter around her grew increasingly unrestrained.

"what!!"

She suffered a mental breakdown.

The power hidden within her was ignited by Carrie's out-of-control emotions and exploded.

The entire stage was torn apart by an invisible force and slammed heavily into all directions.

A chorus of wails immediately erupted.

Carrie, her face covered in blood, glared at the faces at the ball, then with a flick of her wrist, she locked the door.

From now on, no one can escape.

The massacre begins!
The red balloons were inconspicuous at the ball.

In the corner, Tan Wenjie and the clown Pennywise stared at each other.

Tan Wenjie: "You chose the wrong target."

He was indeed delayed by the Joker's plan and almost missed it.

But the Joker clearly didn't expect Carrie's outburst to be so terrifying. His little tricks of fear not only failed to frighten Carrie, but instead turned her fear into anger, and she began to wreak havoc.

clown:"……"

Suddenly I don't feel like laughing anymore.

Tan Wenjie stepped forward and grabbed the clown by the neck with one hand: "Got you!"

The face twisted again, rows of maggot-like teeth unfolded, and deep in its throat, three orbs of light swirled around it, forming a deathly ray.

The light shone on Tan Wenjie's face.

……

Carrie, trembling, suddenly opened her eyes.

"Carrie, you're awake?" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Carrie's gaze, however, bypassed the crowd and looked towards the area behind her, where a cluster of red balloons had been quietly resting for some time.

As if sensing Carrie's gaze, the red balloons began to explode with a series of "pops".

Carrie raised her right hand, pointing her index finger into the air, and with a cold expression, tilted her head and muttered, "Hilarious, hilarious." (End of Chapter)