Chapter Ninety-Three: A Night Visit to the Brahmins (Part II)
It was Hermione, but she looked like a different person.
She must have used a spell on her hair, which was the length of her shawl, and her unkempt brown hair had been shortened to ear-length length, and she looked much more energetic than before. She was wearing a white long-sleeved sweatshirt and a blue jacket, jeans and sneakers, and in order to keep Muggles from noticing her, she also found a baseball cap to successfully suppress her hair, which was considered to be tightly wrapping herself.
I don't know if it's because the backpack is not as heavy as when she was in school, Brandi always feels like she is more slender and tall than before?
"It's a shame that I should have brought the Smoothing Hair Booster, my hair was messy inside the hat and it was a little uncomfortable...... Now it looks so-so? As soon as she spoke, she reverted to her usual domineering appearance. This left Brandi at a loss of joy or sadness. "I've looked at the Muggle Guide to India and says it's best for women here to not show any skin on the streets – but I'm not sure if they still need gloves and masks."
"So-so? Oh, don't take Hermione so seriously. Don't forget, we're still going to chant the Illusion Spell. ”
"That's right, and you're so perfect right now, even if you tell me now that you've always been a boy, I'll not hesitate to believe it." Brandi exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
The result was very surprising, it was obvious that both of them praised Hermione, but Brandi was the only one who was twisted by Hermione.
The laughter was just to loosen their tense nerves, and soon, Brandi and the others were saddling their backpacks and meeting up with Ron outside. Congena had already learned from Newt that the four were going on a trip, and she waited at the door, and before Brandi and the others left, she slipped the spare key to the house into Hermione's hand—she was somewhat impressed by Hermione's airtight dress.
"You're doing the right thing, little girl, no matter where you are, you must protect yourself when you go out." Congana sighed with emotion, and she reached out and tapped between Hermione's eyebrows, leaving a bright red mark. "I hope you don't dislike this country, although it is true that she is not very good now, she will change eventually."
"I suddenly felt that Mrs. Congana was an amazing person." After Congana slowly disappeared to the second floor, Brandi said, "I always thought she was going to be the one who hated this place the most—the damn caste system made it impossible for her to even go to school and work as a maid, but she was able to keep that optimistic idea." ”
"That's because this is her country, the place where she was born and raised, and you are the same Brandi. Do you insult and spit on your mother because of some small flaw? ”
Brandi shook his head.
"That's right, otherwise I'll really think I'm blind and looking at the wrong person~" Hermione smiled, she pulled out her wand, "Okay, it's time for us to go, you three be quick, stick your head out." ”
Muttering a spell in her mouth, she tapped her wand lightly on the top of Brandy's head, who shivered with excitement from the cold snap that slid down her head. "What about you, Hermione?" He asked casually as he looked at his transparent body.
"I'll wear Harry's invisibility cloak." She explained, "The Illusion Charm is not a panacea after all, and it is easy to deceive Muggles, but not necessarily for wizards wandering the streets. None of us know what the monitoring of outside wizards in Kolkata is, so to be on the safe side, we need to have a hidden chess piece that can be completely hidden - it may work when it matters most. ”
So a minute later, pedestrians on Luwei Street were bewildered to see that the door of Building No. 13, which had been uninhabited for many years, opened by itself in a creaking noise, clicked again, and closed on its own.
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Brandy, who knew he was going to Calcutta from the start, didn't take a lot of effort into the local traffic and terrain, not only did he go to great lengths to consult all the books related to India from the library, but he even used the school's owl messenger to order a magical map of India for travel from the Blotted Bookstore in Diagon Alley - of course, the cash-strapped Brandi got a lot of help from Hagrid, but he didn't have to worry too much about it, because Madame Maxim's compensation had not yet arrived.
On the surface, the map looks just like a normal national map of India, with cities large and small marked on it. But if you tap the wand on where you want to go, it will show you a map of the area in more detail, and it will even mark the streets with traffic jams with red lines, and when you decide not to look at it, just hold the wand and say "Lao Tzu is done." "It's going to be the same again.
With its help, Brandi and his team struggled to squeeze their way out of the narrow, densely populated North End and plunged headlong into the only metro line in all of Kolkata.
"It's really scary. I swear I almost couldn't resist a Muggle banishment spell! As Harry read the stop sign, Hermione cowered against the wall and said weakly, "There are people everywhere here, and there are cows roaming the streets!" ”
"Cattle are sacred beasts in India...... That's a lot higher than the Shudra. Brandi stood in front of her, his hands propped up on the wall, trying to protect her from the Muggles. And I specifically checked, the population of India is nearly fifteen times that of England! The total number of resident wizarding families and organizations in Calcutta alone is almost as large as that of our wizards in all of England. So hold on, Hermione, and casting the Muggle Exorcism Charm here will definitely be noticed. ”
"Oh, let me be spared in this position." Hermione let out a slight moan like a kitten's meow, she was completely hidden in the invisibility cloak, and she didn't know what was going on...... Probably about to be suffocated. Brandi thought with some concern - his arm suddenly hit something intangible.
"It feels weird." Harry's voice came from the side, and Ron was supposed to be dragging behind him. "Not to mention Muggles, even the four of us can't see each other - good news, Brandy, Hermione, we see the Park Street platform on the sign, it's only 1.5 kilometers from South Park Street, and we can sit directly to our destination."
"Thanks to the fact that this was once British India, the stop signs are all annotated in English." Ron said, "Still, how do we get through the card machine over there?" It seems that there is a ticket to open it. ”
"Good question, Ron, that's called the turnstile. And we're invisible now! Brandi rolled his eyes as only he knew, and they came to the crowded ticket gate with a group, of course, without queuing up - at the moment when an uncle threw the ticket into the turnstile, Brandi suddenly knocked him to the ground from the side, and the four of them stayed like gourds when the turnstile was released. Behind him came the sound of an argument and a machine alarm.
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The speed of the Indian subway was much slower than they expected, and by the time they had spent more than two hours getting out of Garden Street Station and trekking all the way to South Park Street, the sun was already fiery red and about to set.
Strangely to Brandi, looking through the towering iron fence, South Park Street did not seem to be a residential area of rows of buildings as they had imagined, but more like a park—lush greenery and manicured lawns, full of neo-Gothic and Indian Saracen, dome-shaped arches, obelisks and pyramids, and it was eerily quiet, except for the crows standing in the treetops and making loud noises.
Is there really any 10-40 South Park Street in this kind of place?
Anyway, the Muggles were coming out of the park, and the old man at the door came out of the guard room and began to pull at the wide open iron door, and it seemed that they had come at the right time, or in a few minutes, the park would be closed. So they didn't think much of it, and hurriedly trotted through the gate of the park.
That's where the mutation began.
The moment you step into the garden, the temperature seems to drop all of a sudden.
"What's going on?" Ron shuddered, and he said in a panic, "Do you feel ......?"
Brandi covered his mouth, "Shhh He turned vigilantly, the park gate behind him had turned into a black stone wall, and the Muggle mother and daughter who had been whispering next to them had disappeared in an instant.
The surroundings did not change, and the twilight sun struggled between the trees in the distance, stretching their shadows long. But the difference was that the air here had been filled with faint magic at some point, and they wrapped around Brandy's body, making him feel a faint uneasiness, and he took out his wand from his pocket.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a magical mechanism for identification......" Hermione's voice came from the void beside her, "This mechanism is supposed to be just to distinguish Muggles from magical wizards, it seems to have sent us to the other side." ”
"What do you mean...... The other side? Ron said.
"It's probably the same as the front and back sides of the coin," Hermione lowered her voice, "from the moment we stepped into this park, we were put on the back side of the coin, which was the same thing, but the front where the Muggles were standing couldn't touch or perceive it at all—Newt's address was probably fine, but the location it was looking for wasn't on the other side of the Muggle world." ”
With their wands in hand, they walked slowly inside, and soon the first building appeared in front of them, a gray obelisk, which was different from a normal obelisk in that it was turned upside down. Brandi walked cautiously over and remembered the inscription on its spire—for some reason, the inscription on it was also written in English.
"1 South Park Street, Robert Kidd, Kshatriya, founder of India's first magical herb garden, died in May 1793 working with John Fleming, a wizard of the East India Magic Company, to discover the 12 medicinal properties of cannabis hibiscus."
Brandi's pupils shrank sharply into pinpoint tips.
"Hermione, Harry, Ron." His voice was almost inaudible, "I think there's a reason it's cold here......" he stood up and looked at the monuments and arches that could be seen everywhere in the distance. "This South Park Street seems to be the cemetery of Indian shamans in the last century."
"The Petyer family's manor would be in the cemetery!"