Autumn in London is no different from anywhere else.

Although it was once the center of the world, it still retains a large number of cultural monuments, and it is an economic center, but not many people come to London today. Well, it's autumn after all.

At this time, the visitors should be students, just like me.

Sitting outside the airport, on a street bench, I watched quietly as large sycamore leaves fell, and a broken leaf drifted to my left hand with the wind.

How long have you been sitting here like an idiot? I can't help but think.

An hour? Or two hours?

I habitually wanted to take out my watch and look at it, but I suddenly remembered that my watch had been given to the uncle who gave me a cup of cocoa before.

"Whew."

With a long exhale, I lowered my head as I took one last sip of my cooled cocoa.

Only then will I begin to complain about my own abilities. Although he was called a genius by his father and his sister who didn't learn magic, he was actually a fool.

It's a stupid guy who doesn't even make modern tools at all.

If I wasn't stupid, how could I stupidly press a strange button at the baggage claim window, and finally cause all my luggage to be gone.

Not only clothes, but also wallets, passports, maps and admission forms to the Tower of Hours, and all the gems used to perform magic. What should I do now if I lost those?

Go to the embassy for help? Or just like a fool searching for the traces of magicians all over London?

However, I can't find it now, after all, magicians are used to hiding themselves, and "mystery" itself is the same as "hiding". If you can meet a magician in this situation

My voice was stuck, and I was stunned, and I just watched a teenager walk past me.

A black trench coat with a white shirt underneath, for some reason, bandages are wrapped around the body from the neck down, from the collarbone exposed from the neckline to the fingertips. He has black hair and a face that is between Eastern and Western races, not tragically handsome, but definitely handsome.

However, the fact that there are not ten thousand but eight thousand such people in London is not a reason for me to be stunned.

What stunned me was the bouquet of flowers he was holding, the flower bones swelled wantonly, revealing white teeth, waving everywhere, biting the young man's placket, and the young man looked unconcerned.

At that moment, I knew that this boy was a magician like me! Magicians living in London are all related to the Clock Tower! In other words, you can ask him for directions!

I can call it a joy of joy, and the double ponytails that have been specially groomed seem to jump. However, I remembered a little.

This boy is a magician.

Although I got up from the bench with the same conditioned reflex, but I hesitated, normally speaking, all magicians are indifferent and impersonal, and when they meet their peers, they want to beware of Yin people at the first time, prevent the other party from stealing their magic knowledge, and protect their magic markings.

Moreover, the tower of the clock is particularly serious, and the thirteen academic factions are even divided into three parties, many of which are radicals who propagate that all the knowledge of magic belongs to the aristocracy, that is, the ancient family of thousands of years. I don't know what kind of person this young man in front of me is, and I don't know if he can take me into the clock tower, if the other party is an ordinary person, maybe I can still communicate normally. However, as the eldest daughter of a declining family, will I be targeted by the other party? Will the other party just send me to make experimental materials?!

Now, I don't have much combat power, and I'm not just familiar with the rules between magicians.

All sorts of reports flashed through my mind, after the female magician was caught by the evil magician

When I came back to my senses, the boy appeared in front of him at some point, staring at me with those red eyes.

"That"

After a few moments, I cautiously raised my right hand - only to realize that I was still holding a paper cup in my hand, but I couldn't hide it at this time, so I could only quickly put it away in embarrassment.

"You're a magician?" The teenager on the other side seems to see who I am? Is it perceptual?

"Why haven't I seen you in the Clock Tower or Diagon Alley, you are a freshman in the Clock Tower with such weak strength?"

"Yes, senior."

A magician can't tell an age by his appearance, that's all I can call him.

"Do you have any questions? You've been staring at me since the beginning, isn't it because of this flower? He held up the clump of plants that resembled magic creations, "This is a new variety we found from the botanical department, and we're going to send it to some old man, hey, you know what, the creation family recently"

This boy actually talked about all kinds of gossip about the clock tower in front of me.

I don't know what my expression is right now, but I haven't heard anything of the boy's gossip about the clock tower and all sorts of new magic terms. My family, the Tosaka family, has been in inexplicable decline since ten years ago, and the connection with the clock tower has gradually been severed, and it has become a so-called declining family.

Presumably, if I had said this casually, there would have been a one-in-three chance that the unidentified teenager in front of me would have turned around and left.

But! Even if the family declines, I must not give up my self-motivation! Isn't it just a little down! I, Rin Tosaka, will definitely be able to take over the burden of the family and reinvigorate the Tosaka family! However, it seems that there is a prerequisite missing, and that is that I have successfully found the watch tower and recovered my luggage by applying upwards.

Thinking like this, I hesitated to speak to the boy.

"Excuse me"

How to go to the clock tower, this sentence stalked between my lips, the boy disappeared at some point, and I was immersed in my own world without noticing it at all. I couldn't help but feel a little frightened by this fateful mistake, because the boy was probably the only way I could find the clock tower.

But no, no.

No matter how crazy I looked, I still couldn't find the boy.

If I couldn't find that teenager, all kinds of consequences would come to my mind, I couldn't find the clock tower, I couldn't become an official magician, I was sent back to Japan, I couldn't revive my family because I didn't study, and my father's eyes

That's not something that can be solved by saying sorry!

Just when I was about to cry, the boy reappeared in front of me.

"I'm sorry, my symbiote seemed a little restless just now, I threw this guy out, it took me a while to find it, what's wrong with you?"

Raising the clump of plants in his hand, the boy looked at my face in confusion.

Did you cry just now? Ah, I didn't expect that I, who has always maintained the mask of the eldest lady in front of ordinary people, would also show a bad expression because of this kind of thing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I tried the corners of my eyes with my fingers, and with a hint of warmth between my fingers, I stammered.

No matter what, I don't care about anything.

Regardless of whether the other party is the faction of the Clock Tower, whether they are indifferent and turn away or attack me directly, if they don't do anything, then it is dangerous!

Gritting my teeth, I lowered my head, bowed, and said.

"Senior, I'm a freshman in the 2014 class of the Clock Tower, from Japan in the Far East, Rin Tosaka of the Tosaka family, for some unspeakable reasons, I lost my luggage, so I don't have a map, I want to ask how to go to the headquarters of the Tower."

The other party seemed to be frightened by this way of bowing, and only after half a sound did he hear a sentence from there, "The child of the Tosaka family in Japan?" Well, I see."

Then, there was no follow-up. Cautiously, I lifted my head.

In front of him, there was no one.

I, Rin Tosaka, was leaving the day before I came to the Tower.

Autumn in London

It seems colder than Japan.

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PS: I don't know if we have handled it well, emotional drama and memories are so difficult to deal with, QAQ

PS2: We never dig holes that we can't fill! We will never learn from the pit Luo!

PS3: Ask for a recommendation