In the London train station, Zhao Qian stood in front of the solid platform wall and remained silent for a long time.
The police officer in blue hat next to him had already noticed this guy who was in a hurry but didn't get on the bus.
He looked suspicious.
"That doesn't make sense."
He touched the wall that felt hard under his palm and complained silently in his mind.
The wall in front of him obviously didn't mean anything to the person who had bumped into it several times.
"Unscientific."
He touched his nose silently and walked out of the platform.
One possibility is that this is not a London train station, but it is obviously impossible because the sign outside clearly shows the name of the location.
The iron letters of several large letters in the London railway station are rusty.
That leaves another possibility.
Only guys with wizard blood can go in and take the train on platform nine and three-quarters.
Walking out of the fairly noisy train station, Zhao Qian raised his head and saw that it was getting late.
I bought a few pieces of bread from a bakery next to the station to satisfy my hunger and sat on a bench on the street.
He looked at the bustling pedestrians on the street, which were both unfamiliar and familiar at the same time.
He understood everything people said, and he seemed to recognize some of the vehicles passing by on the street.
The poor money bag in his pocket made him somewhat intend to get some money, but judging from the news he heard from those at the station, disrupting the order of a civilized world would not be a good outcome.
If nothing else, many newcomers have died at the hands of SWAT teams traveling around the world.
The guilt you carry is as conspicuous as a 100-watt incandescent light in the dark.
It will keep attracting moth policemen to your flames.
Later, the piled insect corpses will also give you extra favor from the beasts.
Then, death.
It's a good idea to eat black and white, but time doesn't allow it.
While he was deep in thought, a beeping sound woke him up.
"Hey, get in the car.
It's not a good idea for young people to stay out so late."
Zhao Qian stood up and looked at the big bus that suddenly appeared in front of him.
The pedestrians around him seemed to turn a blind eye to it.
"Where to go" He narrowed his eyes and asked subconsciously after feeling that the female driver who was blowing bubbles with bubble gum in front of him had no ill intentions.
"Where else could someone else escape from Azkaban?
Those nasty dementors tracked them to the station and made a big fuss there.
The original train had to be cancelled."
The girl said, watching Zhao Qian step into the car.
He handed over what looked like a newspaper in his hand.
He looked at the most attractive headline on the line above.
"Shocked to hear that another jailbreaker has appeared in Azkaban" Below the title is a black and white picture.
It's more of an image than a picture.
It shows a humanoid creature wearing a black tattered robe floating in sections of train carriages.
He sat in an empty seat and watched while digesting some of the information above.
Like a Quidditch tournament or something like that.
Zhao Qian just sat steadily, no matter what happened outside the car window, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Because of the station, he is relatively accustomed to this aspect.
"arrive."
The driver sitting in front shouted, and the passengers who had been silent just now suddenly started talking and slowly got out of the car.
Zhao Qian also followed.
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A hotel.
He used the unknown light source at the door to look at the signboard above.
Owl Inn.
It looked small from the outside, so he looked at it.
Seeing the people walking in, he had no choice but to follow them.
It was indescribably spacious, and he looked at the somewhat magnificent space inside.
It's hard to be completely different from the shabby ones outside.
"Okay, if you want to rest, you can rest in our store.
We have prepared rooms for you gentlemen.
If you are in an emergency, you can go through the Floo network over there.
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement will be responsible for taking care of you.
These costs are incurred for the inconvenience.”
"They have a responsibility," asked a gentleman in a top hat.
But he was given a subtle nudge by his companion.
In the crowd of people, a guy with a small beard spoke fluently, but people could hear what he was saying clearly.
Someone interrupted from time to time, but in the end I was convinced.
Zhao Qian also gathered around and listened to what the man said next, which were all about recommended products.
The difference from the outside is just the product.
He retreated and decisively followed some people to line up into a circle-like place.
One by one, the guys dressed in different shapes disappeared in a flash of green light.
He glanced vaguely at some mysterious lines on it.
He wanted to use identification to see the properties of this thing, but finally gave up.
After seeing the guy in the cloak in front of him disappear after walking in, Zhao Qian took a breath and stood in the circle with some curiosity.
"Hint: You use the Floo network to apparate.
You gain partial information about the spell."
“Witchcraft: Apparition.
Spell: disaaration Function: One of the wizard's travel methods, you can move from one place to another instantly. " "Hint: You have arrived in the magical world."
"Tip: Your main mission: Magical World.
Completed.
You receive a reward of 50 travel points."
Zhao Qian stood in the circle a little confused, still a little confused.
The somewhat noisy surroundings with pedestrians coming and going as well as taverns and shops with customers coming in and out are clearly the real world in another place.
In addition to the seemingly unique witchcraft-flavored signboard above and the occasional strange animals found in legends.
I was walking aimlessly on the street and saw a shop that interested me.
Hans Bookstore.
Looking up at the shining words on it, Zhao Qian walked in.
The parrot hanging at the door said "Welcome" and he didn't seem to hear it.
He walked straight towards the sleeping old man beside the cashier, and the old man suddenly woke up.
"You need something young."
The old man looked sleepily at the yellow-skinned mixed-race man in front of him.
He had seen many such guys with Eastern ancestry.
"Is this your book on the principles of witchcraft?"
Zhao Qian asked, slightly interested.
On this kind of street, he immediately thought of things like milestones.
It seems that buying books shouldn’t be too expensive.
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The old man looked up and down at the somewhat reckless young man in front of him.
It was illegal to openly sell books on witchcraft principles in the market.
If the crime was serious, he would be sent to the legendary prison.
Azkaban.
But he didn't know that the young man in front of him didn't know so much.
He was just curious about the so-called magic and completed the so-called milestone by the way.
"Follow me."
The old man stood up and said, he took Zhao Qian and walked deep into the bookstore
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