When the yellow-clad guys left and everything was normal, Morgan was relieved.

He turned to look at Hermione, "Let's get out of here." ”

It's just that he didn't get Hermione's answer, and when he looked closely, he found that Hermione's eyes were full of excitement.

"Morgan, tell me about Kama Taj, may?"

"I don't know much, I just know that they are the guardians of the earth, the main force to fight against the invasion of the alien plane, and even Odin admits that Kama Taj is the guardian of the earth."

"Odin, are you talking about the one in Norse mythology?"

The two chattered about this, and the driver seemed to have forgotten what had just happened, and he shook his head there while driving, wondering if these two had heard too many bedtime stories, how could they have such unrealistic thoughts.

Morgan and the others ignored the driver, and along the way, Morgan had already told Hermione what he had guessed about Kama Taj, and also explained the worldview of the Marvel world.

If this world is really integrated with the Marvel world, then Hermione must be allowed to broaden her horizons in advance, and don't just focus on the United Kingdom.

As for how much Hermione could hear, Morgan didn't know yet.

After sending Hermione out of the car, Morgan leaned on the window and said, "Hermione, go back and get some rest, I'll look for you tomorrow." ”

"Well, I see, you should go back early."

Hermione nodded affirmatively and went home happily.

After watching Hermione walk away, Morgan changed his face, materialized a few hundred pounds through the system, and handed them to the driver.

"Do you remember the place just now? Let's go back. ”

"Where was that? Do you mean where you got on the bus? The driver took the money and asked with a moment's hesitation.

"No, it's where you drove twice on Krott Street."

The driver was stunned, "Did I repeat?" Oh, I remember, I know where it is, please sit down. ”

As he spoke, the driver grabbed the money and stuffed it into his pocket.

Watching the driver's actions, Morgan smiled slightly, leaned back in the back seat, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be resting there, but if you look closely, you can notice that his right hand is tightly gripping his wand, and if anything is wrong, he will react immediately.

And the driver also closed his mouth quite knowingly and drove honestly.

After about forty minutes of driving, the taxi stopped again, and the driver said politely.

"Guest, little guest, you have arrived, I remember it was this street, the sixth street in Greenwich, I remember very well, I was from that position on Tower Bridge."

Morgan opened his eyes, glanced out, then looked at his surroundings and nodded in satisfaction.

After getting out of the car, Morgan opened the trunk and took out all the things he had bought.

At this time, he somewhat regretted why he didn't let the taxi drive to his house before, and it was better to throw these things at home first.

Now with so many things, it's not convenient to do anything.

Grumbling, Morgan carried his things and headed for the nearby street.

In the past, because of the mirror world, the nearby street was twisted into a kaleidoscope, and everything was different.

Morgan could only judge by the balconies of the surrounding buildings whether he had returned to his previous position.

Morgan was soon attracted to everything nearby, Greenwich is a large area of London, with several important attractions here, and there are many tourists coming and going, so most of the nearby streets are occupied by some luxury stores.

Looking at the bags, watches, cosmetics, and jewelry displayed in the window, Morgan felt that this was the place where Shenhao should spend money.

Take a walk around here and you'll spend more money than you would spend in a day in Diagon Alley.

Thinking about the experience he needed to level up, and thinking about the money he had in hand now, Morgan sighed.

"Let's come back next time, I feel so poor."

Morgan was about to leave, when he suddenly turned his head and saw a small building on the other side of Tricha Street.

The small building looked like it had three floors on the surface, and the main entrance was facing the street, which didn't look too conspicuous, but Morgan was immediately attracted by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor.

"Found it."

Morgan's eyes lit up, he straightened his clothes, took his wand again, and finally hesitated for a moment before walking towards the small building with a large pile of things in his hand.

The further he walked towards the small building, the more strange Morgan felt, and the passers-by seemed to slowly ignore his presence, as if looking at an inconspicuous little rock on the side of the road.

Standing in front of the door of the small building, Morgan thought seriously about what would happen if he knocked on it like this, whether he would meet the ancient one, and whether he would see that he was from another world.

Will he drive himself away?

After a moment's hesitation, Morgan knocked on the door.

I don't know why, when Morgan knocked on the door, the closed door opened by itself.

Morgan hesitated, and was about to say something when a voice came from his ear.

"Put things at the door, and people will come to the second floor."

Morgan hurriedly put the things he was carrying in his hand at the place where the umbrella was placed at the door, and hurried towards the second floor.

As he went upstairs, Morgan looked around, and unlike anything in the movies, the interior of this small building was full of British style, full of retro elements, exquisite decorations, Scottish plaid patterns and light tones.

With Morgan's shallow decoration knowledge, it can be seen that the floor, stair gauntlets, and all the wood positions here are all walnut that has been used for decades or even hundreds of years.

Coupled with the hanging decorations on the wall and the ornaments in the cabinet, everything here reflects two words.

Local tyrants.

"I really should let Hermione come and see it, this is the life of a mage."

Morgan muttered under his breath.

Then he saw a man in yellow sitting in a reception room on the second floor.

Not bald? Morgan breathed a sigh of relief for the first time.

He has a beard, not a horse face.

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief again.

It's not a mustache like Iron Man.

It's good to be alive!

Morgan finally relaxed, and he politely saluted the man, "Hello, my name is Morgan, Morgan Potts, a student at Hogwarts, I saw your battle in the block outside today, so ......"