The Thestrals' tail feathers are used as wands for the core of the wand, and it is rumored that those who have seen Thestrals consider this creature to be very unlucky, bringing all the terrible calamities to those who see them, which is a bad omen.

However, the owner of Ollivander's wand shop patiently explained the Thestrals to this man, who was already an adult but did not have his own wand.

The reason why Thestrals are considered ominous creatures is only because the people who have seen them are people who have witnessed death.

Death is precisely what everyone fears, so it became a matter of course to associate Thestrals with the ominous.

Sean thinks it's okay, killing and death are happening all the time.

If you don't have eternal life, death will come to you, and the difference is only the length of time.

Bidding farewell to the wand shop owner, Sean took a good stroll around Diagon Alley.

Holding the big bag in his arms, he pushed open the door with difficulty.

"Tom, come and help me."

"Wait a minute, I'll finish delivering this wine."

"Well, please hurry, phew, isn't there a spell that can make you stronger!"

Grumbling, Sean leaned his back against the door, trying to make himself feel more relaxed.

At night, it is the best time for business at the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

Tom, who lacks a buddy, can only work as a bartender and a waiter, busily shuttling between many customers.

Tonight, there were a lot of guests, probably because of the school.

It's rare that there are a lot of adult wizards here, and they are properly joking about Tom, why is he still alone.

Finally waiting for Tom to be free, Sean shook his somewhat sour hand and said to Tom, who was carrying things to his room, "Old three, I'm really hungry." ”

"Oh my God, did you ransack Diagon Alley, why is it so heavy?"

Complaining, Tom brought Sean's old rules to the table, and also took this time to make himself lazy.

"I bought a wand and some materials, so you wouldn't object to me experimenting in my room."

"It's okay, it's a big deal that you can pay some money, and I'll help you clean it up. I didn't expect you to really don't have a wand, how did you become a wizard? ”

"Well, it's probably a whim, and I naturally became a wizard."

"Then you're amazing, here! Come now! I'm going to get busy first. ”

"Go ahead."

Enjoying dinner alone, Sean had no interest in observing the rare gathering of wizards.

For the people of this world, wizards are probably rare creatures like dragons.

That's why, to go to the wizarding world, you have to go through a special method, like a cauldron

The bar is the same, it is a bar on the surface, but it is actually running a business related to bars.

Substantially, it's the entrance to Horn Alley, the largest wizarding gathering in the country.

In addition to seeing a lot of little wizards in Diagon Alley and some fun little things, what made Sean most curious was the sudden sound from his body, which made him feel very curious.

He had an impression of this voice, and had heard it before.

But it was a long time ago, when he was still in a coma when he was rescued by Nyvin Moore.

It is also the first time after waking up that I feel that there are so many personalities in a person's body.

This trip to Diagon Alley was executed, and in addition to buying the materials that he intended to use to make potions, Sean also bought a lot of materials for his own use.

It was while I was buying the materials that the familiar voice sounded again.

"Buy more plants like lilies."

After a simple sentence, there was no response.

Sean remembered the voice, a soul known as Jason.

It's not just Jason, I'm afraid there are two other ones in this soul.

Just like a matryoshka doll with a nesting doll, Sean doesn't understand how a complete soul can fit three different individuals, but he actually exists.

After buying the items Jason had mentioned, Sean was wondering why the soul, who had never spoken a word, had suddenly spoken out.

Sean thought of several possibilities, but he had to verify them for himself, at the very least, until he returned to his room.

When consciousness enters his own internal space, Sean's body has no consciousness, and for the least safety, he must be under the protection of the Book of Rubick before he can boldly and confidently do it.

After all, one cannot put one's hopes in others, only to realize in the end that everything can only be relied on oneself.

After dinner, the tavern was still very lively.

After saying hello to Tom, Sean returned to his room on the second floor.

When I opened the door, I saw that the many chocolate frogs were long gone, and the book of rubick was flying around the room a little bored.

It seems that it still understands the truth that it can't mess up where Sean lives.

"The Book of Rubick, come here, something, help me."

After explaining the situation to the Book of Rubick, the circle naturally made up for it.

For a world where there is such a mysterious thing as magic, even if Sean is a little more careful, it is not unreasonable.

What you don't understand can be called mysterious.

Even if the wizards of this world are not taken seriously by the Book of Rubick, their methods, Sean and the Book of Rubick are not so well understood.

It's like the way an assassin behaves, and it's not always for outsiders.

The triple magic circle was laid down, Sean lay on the bed with peace of mind, and he wanted to go to his internal space to see if it was because of this world that those soul groups who spoke spoke and spoke.

This is very important.

What Sean needed was more intuitive communication, such as the dragon language and dragon grammar he learned from Oya.

If Oya could speak, like Trixis, he could communicate intuitively with Sean.

Sean doesn't need to worry about the pronunciation and mouth shape of the dragon language anymore, and if there is a primitive master to provide him with guidance, he doesn't need to worry about it anymore.

The mastery of the dragon language can also be a thousand miles in a day, and it can also slow down the distress of ancient writing, and instead specialize in dragon language magic.

The Book of Rubick picked up the various books that Sean had bought, and read in pieces, "Can you speak?" I'm a talking magic book, if you can speak, it's a male, it's not like I can't take you as a little brother, if it's a mother, hehehehehe......"

I don't know if Sean still remembers promising it, but at least the Book of Rubick is still working the road of being single.

The world of magic, unlike the world of Hinterland, may have a different system of magic, and the Book of Rubick also expects that there are spells that can bring books to life.

It needs to be of the same kind, and it needs companionship.

This doesn't mean that Sean accompanies it, what it needs more is the company of the same kind.

It's like it was a thousand years ago, Phoenix them.

However, if there is a book that can be loved by it, the book of rubick will be more satisfying.

After a long time of trying, the Book of Rubick still hasn't waited for a book that can respond to it.

Silently looking at Sean, who had fallen into a deep sleep, the Book of Rubick dissolved the flying spell and lay silently on Sean's chest.

Since it had nothing to do, it planned to spend more time replenishing the magic in its body.

When one person and one book fell asleep, there was a knocking sound outside the window.

Cooing, and seeing that the owner of the room did not respond, it couldn't bear it anymore, opened the window, and entered the room.

A pure white owl, turning its little head, observes the situation inside the house.

The owner of the room had already fallen asleep, and probably because he hadn't asked for a reward for tonight, it was acting a little rudely.

He casually put down an envelope and left. Maybe it's to not disturb the owner of the room to sleep soundly, or maybe tonight's task is a bit heavy.

The only pity is that the owl delivering the letter did not prove a thing.