Blue sky, white clouds, sunshine, sea.

The harbor, the wooden sailboats, the cannons, the ragged port workers and the sailors covered in mud, as if they hadn't bathed for eight hundred years.

Carl then walked into the Room of Requirement after Dumbledore, only to see a flower, and then he found himself in a wooden room.

There was only one door in the room, and when he pushed it open, he saw everything he had just seen.

Where is he?

In other words, there is a room for requirement, and there is still this kind of function?

Send people to a completely unfamiliar place.

Carl found himself standing on the deck of a wooden sailboat.

The sails, the wooden boats, the dock workers and sailors, everything in front of them showed that this should be a port.

And from the rice flag fluttering on the mast of the sailboat, and the sound of English communication coming from time to time, it can be seen that he should still be in the United Kingdom...... Ghosts.

Is there any port in the UK that docks such a large old wooden sailing ship in front of you, if it were just one that could be considered a movie, but the problem is that there are far more sailing ships docked in the harbor, but all over the port, large and small, all kinds of ships.

Carl saw the large three-masted sail battleships that only appear in the movies, the brigs of commercial cargo ships he stepped on, and the various wooden boats that glided in between.

As dock workers kept going back and forth between the dock and the ship, unloading cargo from the cargo ship on their shoulders and by hand, Karl caught the attention of almost everyone in the vicinity, including the sailors on board.

From time to time, someone secretly looked at him, but they did not dare to come up and talk to him.

Karl didn't care about that.

His dress is so different from everyone else's, it's no wonder that the people around him think of him this way.

Along the plank between the merchant ship and the dock trestle, Carl slowly stepped off the ship.

He walked some distance further, standing at the head of the trestle bridge, letting the sea breeze blow on his face.

He took a deep breath, the salty air filling his lungs, which cleared his head a lot.

Could this be the place where Dumbledore was going to take him through the Room of Requirement?

No wonder the former prepared him.

But the question is, what about the old man?

......

"Where is this?"

Karl stopped a young boatman passing by.

The latter nervously looked at Karl in front of him - the robe on his body was strange but obviously valuable, and his handsome face and pure white hair made him sure that the person in front of him was definitely a nobleman.

And, God forbid, he swore he was not mistaken, the young nobleman in front of him had a strange creature on his chest that he had never seen before.

Somehow, the sailor felt that this creature was a bit like a small dragon, and this speculation made him dare not breathe.

"Port Royal?", Karl asked.

"Port Royal in the Caribbean, sir. ”

The young sailor looked at Karl with a puzzled gaze, who wouldn't know Port Royal.

Carl, however, was even more confused.

Throw the latter a gold Galleon, although it is not pure gold, but there is gold in it, which can be regarded as half a gold coin.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any smaller denomination than it.

Nick and Louise are getting more and more generous, mailing him a lot of money every month as pocket money.

"Sir, this is a gold coin?!" took the gold Galleon, and the sailor couldn't believe his eyes.

He had never seen what a gold coin looked like in his life.

There were many more around him with a look on his face, and even the other dock workers who were originally transporting goods and just looked at this side stopped what they were doing.

Due to the angle, they couldn't see the dragon hanging from Carl's chest, but the yellow gold coin glittered in the sunlight, attracting the attention of everyone around him.

However, no one dared to act rashly.

This is Port Royal, a colony of the British Empire, and the Royal Navy patrols not far away, and no one dares to touch this mold, and can only sigh in their hearts for the good luck of the sailors.

"What year is this year?" Karl asked again.

"In 1728, sir. The sailor said at once, with a kind of energy that knew everything, and said everything.

Karl frowned and asked again.

"Tell me something else, who is the person talking about this port?"

"Yes—" said the sailor hurriedly.

However, Karl was no longer ready to listen.

He noticed that not far away on the sea, a small sailing ship was slowly approaching the harbor in an extremely strange way.

As the sailboat progressed, the hull was gradually sinking, and a man wearing a leather three-cornered hat, a mustache, dark circles, and a mess of bits and pieces of ornaments on both sides of his head and forehead, exuding a strange temperament from top to bottom, was standing high on the mast and looking into the distance.

As the sailboat continued to sink, the man who had been standing high on the mast slowly lowered his height, and finally, when the boat approached the harbor pier, the man's height was just level with the wooden pier of the pier, and he stepped onto the pier with just one step.

Coincidentally, the trestle that the man walked on was the one where Karl was stationing, and after getting off the boat, the man walked in front of him with coquettish steps, looked at Karl curiously, and then took off his hat and greeted him, but walked in front of him.

Carl watched as the man reached the end of the pier when he was stopped by a clerk-like figure wearing a wig.

The latter was also looking at Carl until the man appeared, remembering his duty.

At this moment, a patrol guard in the red old British Royal Navy uniform passed by the man, who subconsciously pulled down the brim of the tricorne hat on his head with his hand to prevent the patrol soldiers from seeing his face.

Looking at this scene, the corners of Karl's eyes twitched uncontrollably.

It's a scene he's all too familiar with, but the question is, how did he get here?

Also, Where the hell is Dumbledore?

Didn't you say that you wanted to explore the deep secrets of magic with him, why did you disappear in a blink of an eye?

Nothing could go wrong, right?

Carl once again scanned the harbor for Dumbledore, when a voice rang out behind him.

"Young sir, sir?"

Carl turned around and found that the patrol had stood behind him, and the leader was watching him nervously.

Strictly speaking, it's a few pendants on his body.

Hades, Hela, and, of course, mostly the little red dragon that just hatched.

Not far away, the bearded man was arguing with the port dockmaster dressed as a clerk while peeking at Karl.

He has never seen a boy dressed so strangely, let alone the three pendants on the boy's body.

He knew both the crow and the owl, and though the latter was much larger and more beautiful than the average owl, at least it was an owl.

But the strange creature on the boy's chest he had never seen with his own eyes.

By seeing his own eyes, he meant that he had never really been there before.

He'd seen countless similar drawings of the creature on the boy's chest, how it looked like a little dragon.

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