For the next few days, Morgan followed Mr. Potts to the streets, bought all the gifts from the school, and ordered the owl to be sent away on the night of the 24th.

Morgan didn't keep all the equipment he had stolen from Black Widow a few nights ago, and he sent the owl to Hogwarts that night.

Even if there is any high-tech surveillance system on it, it will not be useful at Hogwarts, and there will be no satellite positioning in that place, and there will be no problem with putting those things in.

As for the important things that Black Widow said, Morgan didn't believe it at all, it was only 1991, how could anything important happen, Iron Man had just taken over the family's wealth.

It was a very comfortable day for Morgan, and for the first time he felt that there was so much to buy and do in London.

Like a lipstick that Morgan didn't even notice at first, he didn't expect that the price of such a short lipstick would be more expensive than a bottle of potions.

This made Morgan regret it a little, if he hadn't gone to Hogwarts for class, the system would have been upgraded several levels by now.

This discovery made Morgan wonder if he wanted to start some industry in London, the kind of business that could help him get in and out, spend a lot of money, and make a lot of money.

This can make his system level rise quickly, otherwise the kind of life that finds that he has money in his hands every six months but doesn't know where to spend it to upgrade the system is really not a human life.

With this in mind, when Morgan was shopping, the target couldn't help but wander a little, wanting to see what was different.

Morgan's actions also caught Mr. Potts' attention, and Mr. Potts also looked at the spot where Morgan's gaze was moving, and there happened to be a strong man shopping for groceries.

Looking at the bald head with muscles all over his body, Mr. Potts patted Morgan on the shoulder and said.

"Morgan, needless to say, I know."

"What do you know again?"

Morgan asked, a little puzzled, the last time he was sorting out Mr. Potts's treasure cabinet, Morgan noticed that the collection had increased a lot, and he thought that there must be some blockbuster movie released recently.

"On the night of the 20th, my cabinet was tampered with, you did it, in fact, I understand, you are the future savior, but it doesn't matter, we support you, we are also a member of the resistance."

Morgan was startled when he first heard Mr. Potts say that his cabinet had been moved.

He thought that Mr. Potts was so shrewd that he was in control of everything he did in the cupboard.

But what the hell is that in the back, what savior, what resistance?

Mr. Potts looked like he didn't need to explain, and the look on his face that I understood made Morgan quite speechless.

What is this?

At this time, Mr. Potts said mysteriously: "I am also a member of the Resistance, so I can participate in the event, and see if we are going to prepare a base in a port or something like that, and prepare some heavy weapons or something."

By the way, I know of a vast and sparsely populated place where a basement to defend against nuclear bombs can be quite useful. ”

"Wait, Mr. Potts, I'd like to talk to you about what movies you've been watching lately?"

"No, where did I watch any movies?"

Mr. Potts screamed, as if he had been stimulated by something.

Morgan glanced at Mr. Potts, and he seriously thought back to what movies were supposed to be in 1991, and this year there seemed to be no Star Wars series, as if the most famous was the man-eating guy and ...... Terminator.

"Alright, Rebels, huh."

Morgan immediately figured out where Mr. Potts's meme came from, what a boring man.

But at this time, he looked at the strong man who bought vegetables that he had inadvertently swept before, and the muscles on his body really looked like a terminator robot.

Mr. Potts had been keeping an eye on Morgan's eyes, and when he saw that Morgan was also looking at the strong man, he was sure that his guess was correct, that his son was the future savior, that he was a member of the Resistance, and that was it.

Thinking of this, Mr. Potts became excited, "Son, don't worry, I know a munitions factory, heavy weapons may not be able to do it, but some light weapons, it is still possible, and the most important thing is that bullets, son, without bullets, it is useless for you to hold heavy weapons."

The Gatling rate of fire can generally reach 1000 rounds per tube per minute, and you have nothing without bullets. ”

Speaking of which, Mr. Potts was a little dancing, and Morgan was a little speechless, and Mr. Potts was talking about this on the street, not afraid that the people of Scotland Yard would come to make trouble?

I didn't want the people in the neighborhood to hear Mr. Potts's words, and two guys who looked like hippies came up and shook Mr. Potts' hand.

"You are also a member of the Resistance, come and introduce me, this is my son, the future savior."

The older hippie patted the young hippie next to him and said.

At first, Mr. Potts thought he had found the organization, and was about to answer, yes, I am also a rebel, but as soon as he heard the second half of the sentence, he turned his face directly, "I am also a rebel, but my son is the future savior." ”

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Morgan and the young hippie looked at each other speechlessly.

"Just had a holiday, my old man has been like this since July, just get used to it, by the way, my name is Ferguson Byron, Cambridge University Applied Physics, but I prefer to make my own bow or something, I make my own recurve bow is better."

"Kenge University dressed like this?" Morgan looked at Ferguson Byron curiously, and then said with some embarrassment, "Then I didn't mean you, my name is Morgan, Morgan Potts, a first-year Hogwarts student, is it good to get into Cambridge University?" ”

Ferguson Byron didn't give any comment on whether Cambridge University was good or not, he just glanced at his hippie outfit and said a little speechlessly: "My old man insisted that I wear this, but I wear worse than this in Cambridge, and I can't help it, and the pressure of studying there is too great." ”

So while the two adults were arguing about whose son would be the future savior, Morgan and the Ferguson Byron had already talked lightly about going together.

Of course, the conversation here is mainly Morgan's talk, and Ferguson Byron is there to listen, and every now and then something comes out.

This is quite enlightening for Morgan, after all, he has been learning magic for half a year, and he has mastered less and less things in terms of technology, and now it is time to make up for it.